Chapter 129: Today, Who Supports and Who Opposes?

Night fell over the courtyard as Kyohiko swung his blade, integrating new memories into his movements. With the fusion and enhancement of abilities like the Strong Fist and Lightning Release Chakra Mode, Kyohiko found himself using his sword less frequently. Yet, the principles and techniques of the White Fang’s swordsmanship remained deeply ingrained in his combat style. Master-level White Fang Swordsmanship. The most noticeable difference in his memories lay in the philosophy of ninja swordsmanship—how chakra and ninjutsu blended seamlessly with blade techniques and assassination arts. Simply recalling these memories granted him new insights into ninja swordplay. But theory alone isn’t enough—I need to put it into practice. Kyohiko meticulously analyzed each motion, swinging his blade dozens of times before finally sitting cross-legged to meditate. His striking speed had improved, though not dramatically. But there was something else... "Shh—!" The blade cut through the air. Lightning Blade Technique! Sssshink! The chakra-forged weapon, infused with Lightning Release, gleamed silver-white as it sliced cleanly through the training stone before him. Kyohiko had already mastered Lightning Release sword techniques before, but now, they flowed even more naturally—instinctive, like an extension of his own body. Wait... The sword... His eyes sharpened as he formed a Shadow Clone. The clone drew its blade and attacked—no chakra, just pure, rapid draw techniques. But— Kyohiko’s eyes flashed. In an instant, he moved, his blade intercepting the clone’s strike before it could land, the edge resting against its neck. A surge of excitement ran through him. I understand now! Blade Sense. The biggest difference wasn’t speed or comprehension of techniques—it was the feeling of the blade. No longer bound by rigid forms or pre-set jutsu, at this level, the sword moved purely by instinct—how to kill most efficiently. This kind of swordsmanship had no fixed pattern. Every learned technique could be dismantled and reassembled for lethal efficiency, making it nearly impossible to predict or counter. If this is Master-level... What would Grandmaster be like? No wonder the White Fang’s swordsmanship was renowned across the shinobi world. This wasn’t just a style—it was a philosophy, a state of mind, something bordering on pure intuition. No wonder Kakashi never reached beyond Master-level—it made perfect sense. Kyohiko sparred with his clone, blades clashing as he familiarized himself with this evolved swordsmanship. Attack, defense—every motion flowed freely, his body and shadow moving in perfect sync, neither able to gain the upper hand. Clang! Clang! Clang! The duel continued for some time before both abruptly sheathed their blades. Kyohiko pondered—how would one counter such an opponent? In the next instant, he struck again. His movement seemed weightless, almost effortless—but at the moment of impact, an explosive surge of chakra erupted. BANG! The blades crossed— And the Shadow Clone dispersed into mist. Kyohiko’s lips twitched. That hurt. "Why did I just fight myself?" "I’ll find someone else to spar with tomorrow." The Next Morning – Jonin Meeting Room Tsunade sat at the head of the table, flanked by Koharu Utatane and Homura Mitokado. Further down were clan representatives like Nara Shikaku, followed by Kyohiko and Minato. Though their seating wasn’t prestigious, the fact that they—two common-born shinobi—were even present among Konoha’s elite was a statement in itself. Many clan members glanced their way, assessing. Once everyone had gathered, Tsunade stood. "Two main topics today." "First—I’ve drafted a list of candidates for Jonin promotion. Review it." She passed the document around. Koharu and Homura read it first, their brows furrowing slightly. Once everyone had seen it, Koharu spoke. "Tsunade... isn’t Kakashi too young?" "Young?" Tsunade smirked. "There’s someone here even younger who became a Jonin two years ago." Koharu and Homura fell silent. Kyohiko’s promotion... They had opposed it back then too. But the Daimyō had insisted, sending repeated inquiries until they had no choice but to approve. But Kakashi? "His strength and achievements are sufficient," Shikaku mused. "But his teamwork... needs evaluation." Others nodded in agreement. Minato sighed inwardly. Kakashi’s reputation still haunted him—early clashes with fellow Chunin had left a lasting impression, and since then, he’d mostly worked with his own team, rarely collaborating with others. Kyohiko wasn’t surprised. "What about Tokubetsu Jonin? Surely Kakashi qualifies for that?" "Tokubetsu Jonin..." Koharu and Homura hesitated. To say Kakashi wasn’t fit for even Special Jonin would be absurd. Before they could respond, hands began rising across the room. "Motion passed. Hatake Kakashi is hereby promoted to Tokubetsu Jonin." Tsunade’s lips curled slightly. Then, she moved to the second matter. "Since Danzō’s departure, the ANBU Captain position has been held by Sarutobi Shinnosuke. But as you know, he resigned two days ago." Her gaze swept the room. "The ANBU cannot remain leaderless. I propose Kyohiko Ryōhō as the new Captain—his abilities and merits speak for themselves." She stood. "I’ve said my piece. Now, vote." "Who approves?" "Who opposes?" Her piercing stare carried undeniable pressure. All eyes turned to Kyohiko. The attendees had been carefully selected—aside from Tsunade, the two advisors, Kyohiko, and Minato, every other clan present had significant influence within the ANBU. Kyohiko’s strength was undeniable. But... ANBU Captain? The Commander of all ANBU? Many hesitated, uncertain. Kyohiko remained calm. If this failed, he could still leverage Tsunade’s influence—it’d just be more tedious. But having direct authority would be far more convenient. "I approve." A voice broke the silence. Everyone turned in surprise—Kyohiko included. The first to speak was Aburame Shibi. The Aburame clan had many ANBU operatives—his vote carried weight. Kyohiko gave a slight nod of gratitude. This favor is remembered. "Kyohiko possesses both strength and intellect," Shibi said calmly. "His past proposals have proven his capability. I see no reason to oppose." With that, he sat back down. But the atmosphere in the room had shifted. Before, many had dismissed the idea as absurd—a ten-year-old leading the ANBU? Even as a squad captain, it was pushing it. But now... Shibi’s words made them reconsider. Kyohiko met every requirement. Why shouldn’t it be him? Did they really want someone like Jiraiya or Orochimaru in that position instead? Koharu glanced at Minato. "I believe Minato would also be suitable." "My apologies, Elder," Minato stood. "But I have no interest in leading the ANBU." That settled that. Shikaku raised his hand. "I support Kyohiko’s appointment." "As do I," Inoichi and Chōza added. Unless it was a critical decision, the Ino-Shika-Chō trio always moved together. With their endorsement, the Inuzuka clan followed suit. Koharu and Homura turned to the last remaining voice— Hyūga Hiashi. It all came down to him. Hiashi pondered for a moment before a faint smile appeared on his face. "I’ve heard that the current achievements of the Eight Gates technique are also related to you, Kyohiko-kun?" "I merely offered some minor suggestions. The real credit goes to Dai-senpai and the others." Kyohiko dared not claim undue merit. "I also approve." Hiashi raised his hand. Homura and Koharu were stunned. They scanned the room in disbelief, unable to comprehend why everyone was willing to let Kyohiko take the position. He’s only ten years old! While ten was certainly old enough to kill and complete missions in the shinobi world, the role of ANBU Commander was far too critical to be treated so lightly. Seeing the matter effectively settled, Kyohiko finally spoke up. "Actually, we could start with a trial period." He stood, exuding confidence. "My first initiative will be restructuring the ANBU training division. Since it requires manpower and resources from all of you, you can evaluate the results first. If it doesn’t work out, you can always veto it later." "Agreed." The room nodded in unison. The ANBU training division was a crucial unit. Even Homura and Koharu had nothing left to say. As the meeting adjourned, Nara Shikaku passed by Kyohiko with a smile. "Kyohiko-kun, let’s exchange ideas more often when you have time." "Of course." Kyohiko nodded. Nearly every clan had extended an olive branch. The Kyohiko of today was no longer the same as before. Commanding the western front, strategizing, and ultimately killing the Third Kazekage—these achievements proved he possessed extraordinary potential. If they didn’t ally with such a genius now, would they wait until he became Hokage? That would be far too late. Hiashi was the last to rise. As he passed Kyohiko, he offered a cordial smile. "Kyohiko-kun, are you free this afternoon?" "Today, certainly." Kyohiko nodded. Hiashi continued, "I’d like to share tea with you, if it’s convenient." "I’ll visit shortly." Kyohiko bowed slightly. Hiashi acknowledged and departed. Left with no choice, Homura and Koharu offered some perfunctory words of encouragement before leaving in frustration— With the clans united in approval, their opposition was meaningless. Once they were gone, Tsunade burst into laughter. Minato sighed, then grew serious. "The Hyūga are important. You mustn’t take this lightly." Tsunade nodded in agreement. "Even though he said ’afternoon,’ you should visit Hiashi first. Other matters can wait." "Understood." Kyohiko nodded. As one of Konoha’s two great noble clans, the Hyūga had significant influence within the ANBU. Their standing in the village was immense—not something to underestimate. And there was undoubtedly profit to be gained here. "Tsunade-nee, Minato, I’ll head to the Hyūga compound now." "Go ahead." --- Exiting the Hokage’s office, Kyohiko turned left at the intersection and walked until he reached a secluded area marked by a towering wall. This was the Hyūga estate. Though seemingly remote, its location was strategically close to the Hokage Tower—positioned as a key defensive force. In contrast, the Uchiha compound, while also on the outskirts, was situated further out, bordering the Aburame and Inuzuka clans before reaching the Hyūga. This subtle placement spoke volumes about the differing treatment between the two noble clans. A scheme by the Second Hokage, no doubt— If the Uchiha ever moved against Konoha, they’d have to pass through the territories of clans specializing in reconnaissance, making stealth nearly impossible. "Greetings. Ryōhō Kyohiko, here at the invitation of Hiashi-sama." "Ah, yes! The clan head mentioned you. Please, come in!" The guards didn’t dare obstruct him, warmly ushering him inside. Kyohiko nodded. As he stepped into the courtyard, he discreetly observed his surroundings. Soon, the sound of thuds reached his ears. Someone training in taijutsu? He was slightly surprised. The Hyūga were renowned for their Gentle Fist. Why would they practice Strong Fist? Then it clicked. Hiashi’s invitation was likely related to this. The Eight Gates. Of course. Despite their strength, the Hyūga lacked true elite shinobi at the Kage level. The higher one climbed, the more limited their growth became—unless they produced a "Sage Body," replicating their past glory would remain a distant dream. Understanding Hiashi’s intentions gave Kyohiko confidence. Proceeding further in, he soon arrived at Hiashi’s training grounds—an open courtyard filled with wooden dummies, stakes, and various training equipment. Two Hyūga clansmen stood nearby, their attire subtly indicating their status. One, without a forehead protector and older, was clearly from the main family. The other, marked by the Caged Bird Seal, belonged to the branch house. Given their age, both were likely Jonin. Hiashi halted his movements and turned to greet him. "Allow me to introduce you. This is Elder Kisai from the main family, and this is Shinji from our branch house." "Pleased to meet you both." Kyohiko returned the courtesy. "Mmm." The two Hyūga scrutinized him with assessing gazes. Clearly, their opinions would influence the attitudes of both main and branch families. Hiashi spoke again. "I mentioned tea, but you’ve arrived early—preparations aren’t complete. How about a spar while we wait?" "Though I don’t specialize in taijutsu, I’d be honored to assist in training. Please go easy on me." Kyohiko settled into a stance. Hiashi chuckled. "Feel free to use your sword or ninjutsu." "A simple exchange of fists will suffice." Kyohiko replied. Hyūga Kisai’s brow twitched, but he suppressed his displeasure, silently observing. Hiashi didn’t hold back. In the next instant, he struck—Gentle Fist in motion. Kyohiko’s eyes sharpened as he countered with a punch aimed at Hiashi’s center. Hiashi reacted swiftly, his fingers angling toward Kyohiko’s chakra points. But— Snap! Kyohiko’s movements were equally rapid, using chakra bursts to avoid direct contact. Blow for blow, they exchanged strikes. Kisai and Shinji had initially been displeased, believing Kyohiko was belittling the Hyūga’s Byakugan by boasting despite his lack of expertise. Yet after several exchanges, they realized— This wasn’t incompetence. This was humility. Suddenly— Hiashi’s palm lifted, chakra condensing within. Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm! His fist shot forward, chakra compressed into a devastating strike. Kyohiko, however, responded by shaping his hand into a blade, Lightning Release chakra coiling around it—a partial Lightning Chakra Mode. Then— "Blade Draw." BOOM! The ground split along a razor-thin line as the two forces collided midair, erupting into a series of concussive bursts. Before Kyohiko, Hiashi spun like a top, his body whirling defensively. Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven! "Impossible!" Kisai and Shinji stared in shock. Even the young guard who had escorted Kyohiko in stood frozen, mouth agape. To force Hiashi-sama into using Revolving Heaven in their very first exchange... Just how terrifying is Ryōhō Kyohiko’s strength?! Their eyes darted between the cracked ground, Hiashi’s halted form, and Kyohiko’s composed stance—their expressions dazed. This hadn’t been mere taijutsu. It was a nin-taijutsu style akin to Kumogakure’s, yet executed with flawless precision—a single strike carrying monstrous power.