Born To Rise In Konoha Chapter 23

"Don't get cocky, Saitama!"

Shisui swung his short sword toward Saitama, and two figures lunged at him simultaneously.

When it cos to the Sharingan, one tomoe grants heightened perception; two tomoe improves predictive capabilities and insight; three tomoe enables full analytical vision, including the ability to anticipate movent and copy techniques.

Saitama, with his two-tomoe Sharingan, had significantly enhanced dynamic vision.

He could now perceive the fine details of Shisui's movents that had eluded him in previous fights.

In an instant, Saitama read the trajectory of Shisui's attack.

"Clang!"

He parried Shisui's frontal strike, then imdiately spun and launched a powerful kick behind him.

The air crackled from the force—Saitama was no longer holding back.

"Boom!"

A burst of smoke erupted.

The rear Shisui was clearly a Shadow Clone—dispersed instantly by Saitama's kick.

"Clang!"

Reacting quickly, Saitama sensed Shisui's real movent and intercepted another sword strike.

His crimson eyes locked onto Shisui's.

After the brief clash, the two shinobi stepped back.

"What's wrong, Shisui?" Saitama teased, the corners of his mouth twitching upward.

"The fight's far from over," Shisui replied, grimacing.

He knew that under the gaze of the Sharingan, his movents were transparent, his swordplay increasingly ineffective.

His Body Flicker Technique was chakra-intensive—he could only use it one or two more tis. If that didn't turn the tide, he'd have no choice but to concede.

Shisui sighed inwardly.

Even after all his training, he still couldn't suppress Saitama.

Resolute, he narrowed his eyes.

Saitama struck first.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"

His chakra reserves were substantial—he didn't need to hold back.

The advantage of a larger chakra pool was beginning to show.

Shisui barely managed to dodge the incoming fireball, surprised by Saitama's composure.

Even after awakening the Sharingan, Saitama could still cast high-level Fire Release jutsu without missing a beat.

Shisui's expression turned grim—victory was slipping further from his grasp.

He charged headlong at Saitama, eyes locked.

Saitama, unfazed, t him mid-charge.

Now in close-quarters combat, Saitama fully utilized the advantages of his Sharingan. He could read Shisui's movents, and their swordsmanship was evenly matched.

Saitama slashed at Shisui's neck, but Shisui narrowly twisted out of the way.

What he didn't expect was Saitama's imdiate counter—anticipating his evasion from the subtle shift in his posture.

With a fluid motion, Saitama retracted his blade and launched a low kick.

"Thud!"

The kick connected with Shisui's short sword, knocking it clean out of his hands.

"Clunk!"

The blade flew through the air and embedded itself into a nearby log.

Smirking, Saitama squinted at Shisui.

"Let's keep going."

He slashed again—this ti eting Shisui's kunai.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

Now disard of his main weapon, Shisui was like a tiger without fangs. His offensive power had dropped significantly.

Sparks lit the air with every clash, and Shisui was steadily forced back.

The scales of battle had clearly tipped in Saitama's favor.

After another fierce exchange, Shisui stumbled back, breathing heavily, kunai raised defensively over his chest.

That last round had taken a toll on him.

His kunai was shorter than Saitama's blade, aning he had to exert more force just to match the blows—and it still wasn't enough.

anwhile, Saitama showed no signs of fatigue. His stamina was inhuman.

Lowering his kunai, Shisui let out a breath and gave a small, defeated laugh.

"Alright, alright... I give up."

He looked at Saitama with a helpless grin.

He had no complaints—he'd lost fair and square.

After all, Saitama had awakened the Sharingan... and was wielding it to its full potential.

As Shisui glanced once more at the red glow of those eyes, a tinge of envy flickered in his own.