Hell Stab!
The most surprising among them was Might Dai.
Shirō's Taijutsu could be said to have been personally guided by him. In their past sparring sessions, Shirō had always given him the impression of being precise and skill-oriented rather than destructive.
However, the scene before his eyes completely overturned that impression.
The sheer destructive power was almost comparable to that of the Eight Inner Gates!
"This guy, Miyue… is he really the same age as you?"
Uchiha Yuexuan, who stood beside her, stared at the battlefield in disbelief. The destruction caused by Shirō and the Raikage's clash left his voice trembling with shock.
It was understandable. After all, Shirō was only eleven years old! That level of power at his age was beyond comprehension.
"Yes, he's from the same batch as me. I guess… this is what a genius looks like," Miyue replied with a bitter smile.
Yuexuan had no words to comfort her. The fact was clear as day. Miyue was already exceptional, but compared to Shirō, she still felt miles behind.
Similar conversations were happening across the battlefield—except for Nakamura's group.
After fighting alongside Shirō for so long, they already had a general understanding of his combat style.
To outsiders, he might seem omnipotent. But in truth, Shirō had a single, well-honed core that allowed him to project strength across any discipline. Just like now—this attack seemed overwhelming, yet compared to the battle in the Land of Demons, it was far from his true limit.
They also knew well that this wasn't Shirō's peak power. What they saw now was his accumulation over the past year. Once used, it would take him almost another year to reach this level again.
Such a long buildup explained why it carried such devastating might.
The surrounding ninja didn't stay stunned for long. This was a battlefield, after all. Within moments, they resumed fighting.
Meanwhile, Shirō and A had no attention to spare for anyone else. The two were locked in a furious exchange, their battle growing even more intense.
Yet as the fight progressed, Shirō began to notice the Raikage's weaknesses.
Although A's strength and speed had been boosted tremendously by his Lightning Release Chakra Mode, his reaction speed lagged slightly behind. His attack patterns were straightforward—brutal but predictable.
This was only natural. Even with enhanced perception, human eyes had limits. Though A and his predecessors developed unique training methods, they couldn't completely overcome those biological boundaries.
Under Lightning Release amplification, controlling one's movements with precision was immensely difficult. The fact that A could still adjust direction mid-charge was already remarkable. Anything beyond that bordered on the inhuman.
At such speeds, only those with Dōjutsu—like the Sharingan or Byakugan—could maintain full control while moving.
Thus, A's fighting style appeared almost primal—raw power unleashed without finesse.
In contrast, Shirō possessed the clairvoyant dynamic vision that far exceeded human capacity, combined with years of experience mastering the Eight Extremities Fist (Bājíquán). His control over strength and timing was precise to the millimeter.
Every one of his movements carried purpose and technique.
Compared to A's brute force, Shirō's Taijutsu was art in motion.
After several rounds, A realized in shock that he was at a disadvantage!
Shirō was striking him cleanly almost every time, while he himself struggled to land a single hit. Shirō's evasions were minimal—efficient, elegant, and always followed by a counter.
Frustrated, A silently pushed more Lightning Chakra through his muscles, forcing them to their limits to gain another burst of speed.
But such things weren't simple. Overstimulation damages cells and shortened lifespan—a dangerous gamble.
To overcome that flaw, the Lightning Release Body Flicker Techniques were born. Among them, the Lightning Release Armor was the pinnacle—a technique perfected by the Third Raikage, A's father.
Still, with A's current mastery, this was already his limit. Pushing further could cause catastrophic internal damage.
Yet A wasn't without options. He possessed another move—a technique he had inherited but never needed to use against anyone of his generation.
Until now.
He clenched his teeth, pride warring with necessity.
But facing Shirō's unyielding strength, he no longer felt that using it was disgraceful.
Having made his decision, A suddenly flashed back and stood his ground, his body crackling with violent blue lightning.
Seeing this, Shirō stopped his pursuit, curious to see what the Raikage was planning.
"Kid," A growled, his voice resonating with thunder, "you're worthy of seeing this move. Get ready!"
He flicked his right arm back, folding four fingers together. The lightning at his fingertips intensified—concentrated to a terrifying degree.
Shirō's eyes narrowed in recognition. "So, it's that move…"
Indeed—it was Hell Stab, the secret technique of the Raikage line.
A move so powerful it could pierce through the Eight-Tails itself.
Still, Shirō wasn't nervous. He smirked slightly. "I'll be waiting."
Then, he calmly stood in place, seemingly allowing A to charge up.
Some of the onlooking ninja were stunned by his composure.
Many thought Shirō was showing respect to his opponent—like Dai did, admiringly.
But others thought him reckless, even foolish.
Being a ninja had never been about honor.
To hesitate in battle was to die.
Even Dai, who admired his courage, couldn't help worrying about him.
He resolved to have a serious talk with Shirō about this after the war.
But was Shirō truly being reckless?
Of course not.
How could someone as cautious as Shirō make such a suicidal mistake?
Outwardly, he looked calm. But hidden within his sleeve, his right hand was gripping a magic crystal, channeling energy into his Magic Crest.
After the intense battle, the Crest's stored energy was nearly depleted. Even if A hadn't stopped, Shirō would've found a way to stall for time.
Fortunately, charging via the crystal was faster than usual. By the time A finished charging his Hell Stab, Shirō's Crest was already halfway recharged—enough for what he planned.
Then, A moved.
With a thunderous roar, he exploded forward—his right hand a spear of lightning. His speed multiplied instantly, tearing through the air like a thunderbolt.
Even Shirō hadn't anticipated Hell Stab's true speed.
This technique pushed the cellular stimulation of Lightning Release Armor to the absolute limit—beyond what even Shirō's clairvoyance could comfortably follow.
He barely avoided the strike, thanks only to his Mind's Eye of Kagura, which sensed the killing intent before the hit landed.
A wasn't surprised by the miss.
He had already gauged Shirō's reaction speed.
Without pause, he turned sharply—his fingers narrowing from four to three, the next stage of Hell Stab!
The ground trembled beneath his charge, and lightning howled through the battlefield.
But this time—Shirō was ready.
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