The battle cluded swiftly. Kamihane expertly arrahe corpses of the Konoha shinobi together and ied them into ashes with a single fireball.

  Shinobi bat is, after all, also a battle of intelligence.

  Destroying the bodies and erasing traces maximize the cealment of one's own information. Even corpses be used by shinobi to extratelligence.

  At this moment, Madara approached.

  "I've watched your battles yesterday and today. Hmph, I must say, you rely too heavily on your ocur abilities," he ented, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

  "Ah... I'd like to hear the details," Kamihane immediately became reserved.

  "Whether it's ninjutsu or taijutsu, they are all too crude. Not only is yhting style g in elegance, but you also rely solely on the information gap to win battles. Su approach will never make you a true powerhouse!"

  Madara shook his head, "With your current fighting style, if you 't achieve an instant kill on the first enter, you'll definitely suffer greatly in your battle."

  Kamihane broke into a cold sweat. Madara's critique was sharp and to the point.

  His foundations were indeed weak. He had barely trained before being thrown onto the battlefield, and his fierd brutal fighting style had been honed in the heat of bat. After awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan, he had taken this all-or-nothing approach to the extreme.

  In summary, while the Mangekyō Sharingan granted him god-tier abilities and allowed him to grow powerful rapidly, it also led him astray—fog solely on killing efficy while ing fual training.

  It must be uood that truly formidable teiques are built up through meticulous effort and accumution of details over time.

  Take Might Gai from the inal timeline as an example. His awe-inspiring kick that almost ehe entire war—was it solely due to the Eight Gates? No, the Eight Gates merely amplified his physical capabilities to areme degree. The true strength still y within Gai himself.

  If not for decades of releraining aiculous refi of his body, how could he have gained power far surpassing the Five Kage after opening the Eighth Gate? How could Night Gai possess such devastating force capable of overwhelming even Six Paths-level oppos?

  Without accumuting small steps, one ot traverse a thousand miles; without gathering small streams, one ot form a vast river or sea.

  This principle holds true in all aspects.

  "Taijutsu is not about brute ford aggression. The key lies in the trol of details. Ninjutsu is not about merely unleashing chakra to increase its power..."

  Madara's critique tinued, and by the end, he shook his head and said, "Fet it. Since you're still young and haven't pletely gone down the wrong path, I'll give you some guidance."

  Kamihane was both startled and delighted, his eyes sparkling as if filled with starlight.

  "Judging from yhting style, you're bold yet meticulous. That chakra bde teique of yours also proves you have the talent for precise chakra trol. Hmph, you could indeed be sidered a promising didate..." Madara raised his , "So, are you willing to endure my tempering?"

  "I am willing!" Kamihane nodded immediately, like a chick peg at rice.

  After clearing the battlefield, Kamihane looked ahead at the stone wall, where a plex aeric sealing formu came into view. He wisely stepped aside to make room for Madara.

  Madara pced his fingers oone wall and murmured, "Sealing space-time... I see."

  Kamihane was excited. He hadn't expected Madara-sama's sealing teiques to be so formidable. Just as he was eagerly anticipating how Madara would undo the seal, a sea-blue light suddenly fshed across his eyes.

  "Boom!"

  Madara activated the initial form of Susanoo. As the massive blue fist swung out, the stone wall instantly shattered. Amid the billowing dust, the sealing formu was also obliterated.

  "Uh..." Kamihaared bnkly.

  "What are you looking at?" Madara g Kamihane, crossing his arms. "As long as the medium is destroyed, evero sealing teique bees iive."

  The rubble tio fall, and as the dust settled, a dark, gaping hole appeared before the two of them.

  "Fire Style: Ignite."

  Kamihane snapped his fingers crisply. The air above his fiips twisted slightly, and a wisp of fme ignited out of thin air, quickly expanding into a palm-sized fireball.

  Uhe illumination of the firelight, the situation ihe cave became clearly visible.

  "Oh? Mastery of fire release to this extent?..." Madara stared at Kamihane's manipution, slightly surprised.

  Generally, ninjas regute the flow of chakra by hand seals, applying it inside or outside the body, which is called "jutsu." The aor of the Uchiha, Indra, oablished twelve basid seals, which have been passed down and beed the entire ninja world.

  However, for ninjas profit in a certain jutsu or nature transformation, as their bodies are already familiar with the chakra's flow, they simplify the sealing process. Those with exceptional talent even perform jutsus instantly without f seals.

  Kamihane held a fireball ahead; the innermost part of the cave acious open area, where a pattern resembling a formation in ink was dissipating in circles.

  "It's underground," came Madara's voice from behind.

  "Hmm," Kamihane nodded, seeing Madara not making any move, he tactfully began f seals, pressing one hand on the ground.

  "Earth Release: Earth Flow Wave."

  A peculiar fluctuation spread in all dires, tered around Kamihane's palm, the soil turned a yer at a time, flowing like a small stream.

  Kamihane's chakra possesses six attributes: wind, fire, water, earth, lightning, and yin. Although he is not skilled in many jutsus, they are all practical, such as fire and lightning releases focused on attack, earth release for defense and assistance, all serving for bat and survival.

  Soon, a shallow pit appeared on the ground, inside which a bck-haired girl was croug, hugging her knees.

  She etite, dressed in ragged bck clothes, her long hair like silk spread on the ground, resembling a lonely lily.

  Sensing the air flow and the faint warmth of the firelight, she shivered slightly and slowly raised her head.

  "Uchiha Nameless, from today onwards, you are free."

  A fair hand stretched forward, extending to her.

  She looked up, her dark eyes refleg a gentle and handsome face.

  "You are... who? Why? Why release me?"

  She tilted her head in fusion, her voice soft and melodious, like a swaying wind chime.

  "Like you, I was abandoned. As for the reason for releasing you... you sider it as seeking warmth together."

  Kamihane smiled, in the warm firelight, his eyes were as gentle as jade, his faint smile seemed capable of exuding sunlight.

  "In short, you never have to stay in this dark pce again."

  "Unditionally?" She hesitated, "But why, why would you save someone like me for no reason..."

  "What, have yo your fate?"

  Kamihane looked into her eyes, recalling Boruto's lines from the inal timeline, his voice filled with determination, "Don't lose to the fate decided by others, decide it yourself, create it yourself, this is your destiny!"

  For a moment, a ripple stirred in her gaze, as if a stone had been dropped into a clear ke, creatile ripples.

  She stared bnkly at the youth before her. In the dark seal, she couldn't even sehe passage of time, her loiness had almost annihited her emotions, leaving only endless hatred and yers of ice built up in her heart.

  But now, these yers of ice were melting, one by one.

  As if by a ghost's hand, Nameless, or rather Uchiha Hikari, grasped Kamihane's hand, allowing him to pull her up.

  Kamihane uionally measured her height with his eyes; she was half a head taller than him.

  She appeared to be about 12 years old, probably frozen at the age she was sealed, her features beautifully painted, her eyes clear like autumn water, her face a soft oval, her features perfectly proportiohough a bit dirty, her elegance was hard to ceal.

  Her b clothes were tattered, her slender white feet exposed without shoes, only rough bandages ed around her ankles.

  The moment she stepped out of the cave, the blinding sunlight illuminated her pale cheeks, making her squint unfortably.

  She raised her hand to shade her forehead, gradually moving out of the cave, as if the st time she walked in the sunlight was a long, long time ago.

  "This is Nameless?" Madara also observed her.

  After a while, she finally adapted slightly to the light, her vision slowly fog, Kamihane's back figure being increasingly clear, until a familiar "fan" emblem came intht.