Sharingan Evolution: Proficiency's Path

Clang!

The kunai and short sword collided, producing a crisp metallic sound. Looking at Ishida Shinsuke, who was right in front of him, Seimei smiled faintly as his Sharingan's hypnotic ability activated.

However, Ishida Shinsuke was prepared and immediately avoided eye contact.

Seeing this, the smile on Seimei's face quickly disappeared, his demeanor shifting completely. Gone was the previous air of arrogance.

At the same time, his entire combat style changed dramatically. He abandoned the direct, forceful approach he had used to take down the Iwagakure chunin and shifted to a much more unpredictable and elusive style.

As soon as Ishida Shinsuke looked away, Seimei's figure blurred, and he appeared in Shinsuke's blind spot. Without hesitation, Seimei's short sword thrust forward, aiming straight for Shinsuke's heart.

Feeling an immediate sense of danger, Ishida Shinsuke instinctively stepped back, narrowly avoiding Seimei's strike.

Quick to react, Seimei adjusted his position and once again appeared in Shinsuke's blind spot. Without delay, he launched another precise thrust with his sword.

Sensing the danger once more, Ishida Shinsuke dodged again, causing Seimei's attack to miss.

However, Seimei's face showed no disappointment—only calm resolve. His crimson Sharingan eyes observed every movement of Shinsuke's, predicting his actions and positioning himself accordingly to launch yet another attack from Shinsuke's blind spot.

Although Ishida Shinsuke was no weakling, in this situation, he was forced into a purely defensive stance. He couldn't utilize even sixty to seventy percent of his strength.

This is precisely why the rule of survival spread across the ninja world: "If you encounter a Uchiha one-on-one, run."

The Sharingan's natural advantage over ordinary shinobi was simply too overwhelming. Its hypnotic powers alone were enough to give any ninja headaches.

After all, the hypnotic abilities of the Sharingan required no hand signs to activate and could happen without any warning. While the effects weren't particularly strong, even a moment of distraction in battle could be fatal.

As a result, most shinobi who fought against a Uchiha were too afraid to make prolonged eye contact, which significantly weakened their combat effectiveness.

Meanwhile, the Uchiha could use the insight of the Sharingan to predict their opponent's moves, seizing the upper hand with ease.

This dynamic naturally meant that a regular shinobi had little chance against an experienced Uchiha.

Of course, this all assumes that both fighters have comparable strength and that the Uchiha can properly utilize their Sharingan.

If a jonin were bullying a newly awakened Uchiha genin, then this wouldn't apply.

Similarly, if a Uchiha couldn't properly wield their Sharingan, their enemies wouldn't fear eye contact either.

However, Seimei didn't fall into either of these categories.

In fact, compared to other Uchiha who often used other battle strategies to complement their Sharingan, Seimei's unique fusion of the Konoha Sword Style and the Uchiha Sword Style into his own custom swordsmanship made him even more deadly.

This gave him an even greater advantage over his enemies.

At this moment, in Ishida Shinsuke's eyes, all he could see was Seimei's short sword flashing out from unexpected angles, and the occasional flicker of Seimei's cloak as he moved.

He couldn't see anything else.

Worse, Shinsuke didn't dare search for Seimei's whereabouts.

Earlier, he had attempted a direct confrontation with Seimei and was immediately caught in a hypnotic technique, almost resulting in Seimei slicing his throat.

That near-death experience made him completely abandon any thought of facing Seimei head-on again.

Of course, he had considered running, but Seimei refused to give him the opportunity. Using his superior swordsmanship and the insights granted by the Sharingan, Seimei stayed close, preventing any attempt at escape.

As for using ninjutsu by forming hand signs?

That was even more impossible.

Seimei simply wouldn't give him the time to weave hand signs.

Given his current level of swordsmanship and reflexes, if Shinsuke dared to spend time forming signs, Seimei would undoubtedly take him down in one stroke.

Cold sweat dripped from Shinsuke's face as he heightened his senses, alert to any sound or movement around him, constantly prepared to counter Seimei's next attack.

At this moment, Shinsuke felt like a fish trapped in a net. The more he struggled, the tighter the net closed around him, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.

Whoosh!

The sound of air being pierced snapped Shinsuke back to reality. He instinctively judged the direction of the attack, twisting his body and raising his kunai just in time to block Seimei's blow.

"How many times has this happened already?"

Shinsuke wondered inwardly, then thought, "Next, he'll retreat to my blind spot and strike again."

This had been the pattern for the last several minutes, and Shinsuke had started to adjust to it.

In fact, after suffering several shallow wounds, he felt like he was finally beginning to grasp Seimei's rhythm.

Maybe, just maybe, if he could hold out a little longer, he would find an opening to escape from Seimei's relentless pursuit and completely flee the battlefield.

"Hmm?"

Lost in thought, Shinsuke suddenly noticed a figure in front of him. When he realized it was Seimei's face, he was instantly alarmed and hurriedly tried to close his eyes.

But it was too late.

Magen: Shackling Stakes Technique!

In the blink of an eye, Seimei completed the hand signs and unleashed the full power of the Sharingan's genjutsu, a technique he had long mastered.

Immediately, Shinsuke was overwhelmed by an excruciating pain.

He felt as though giant, invisible stakes had pierced his body, pinning him down. Although his mind was fully conscious, he was utterly paralyzed.

As the saying goes, "Constant defense leads to eventual failure."

Since the beginning of their fight, Shinsuke had been forced to defend, always reacting to Seimei's rhythm.

Although he had gradually adapted to Seimei's movements, the immense pressure of the fight had caused him to develop automatic reactions.

So, when Seimei abruptly changed his tactics, Shinsuke was caught completely off guard.

The result?

Exactly what was happening now—Seimei had capitalized on the opportunity, taking him down in one fell swoop with Magen: Shackling Stakes Technique.

However, Ishida Shinsuke wasn't ready to give up yet.

His eyes remained locked on Seimei, and his body trembled as he fought desperately to break free from the shackles of the genjutsu.

Originally, Seimei had considered keeping Shinsuke alive to serve as a "chakra battery," but given Shinsuke's persistent defiance and the current state of the battle, Seimei decided against it.

Shk!

The sound of a blade piercing flesh echoed.

Shinsuke felt a sudden lightness as his body regained movement.

But almost immediately, an overwhelming sense of weakness washed over him. Looking down, he saw a familiar short sword embedded in his chest.

Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth as Shinsuke gazed up at Seimei one last time. Struggling to speak, he managed to utter two words: "Ghost Sword…"

"Ghost Sword?"

Seimei repeated the words, feeling oddly fitting.

Given his swordsmanship combined with the Sharingan, Seimei's movements during battle did resemble those of a ghost—seen only in fleeting glimpses.

It seemed appropriate to be called "Ghost Sword."

What Seimei didn't know was that within the coming months, the name "Ghost Sword Seimei" would become his moniker, spreading across the battlefield in the Land of Rain, becoming a legend of terror that none dared to ignore.

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