《One Look to Rule the Heavens》Chapter 6: Sharingan combat
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As Marco sits in the treetop his eyes begin to flicker about, catching the movement of every leaf, every ant, and even the dust particles floating in the wind.
“Finally" his chest rises and falls as he takes a deep breath. The Qi pouring through his head gate is being entirely funneled into his eyes, but even that is barely enough to activate the basic three tomoe sharingan. He probably can't even use the sharingan illusion let alone activate mangekyou sharingan.
But even this is a large improvement. While other cultivators enhance the power of their body with their Qi, he has to use it just for his eyes. Aura will supply the body for now so he's not worried.
Reaching into his bag he pulls out Flowing Flower Palm and looks over the picture indicating how to perform Palm like River. His eyes can now pick up every little detail about the drawings, even the individual strokes used to draw them.
“Hmm, so I was doing it wrong this whole time. The power doesn't come from the force of an individual palm, but the overwhelming barrage of strikes. That's how you increase the speed.” he no longer has to look at the drawing because every detail has been burnt into his eyes. The first ability of sharingan, eye of insite. The sharingan gives him super perception, able to copy any techniques he sees. It's now down to his own ability to perform it. Flipping the page he goes to the next technique.
“Lotus Blooms, a defensive technique to block all things.” on the page is a series of pictures and notes describing the technique. The main principle is to use your palms to receive an attack while at the same time dispersing the force.
He quickly learns every movement with his eyes, but he still doesn't fully understand. At the bottom of the last page is a quote “These two techniques are closely linked, with the latter leading to everything.”
“Strange” putting the book back into his bag, he decides to check his new one. Without pouring everything out this time, he sends in a wisp of Qi to check out the items.
Inside there are a few things. Six blue stones radiating Qi, a sword in its scabbard, a yellow token that says Zhu, a book, and some dried meat.
Grabbing the token he pulls it out of the bag “Zhu again? Maybe it's the name of the sect?” shrugging his shoulders he tosses it. “No point in keeping it"
Cutting off the flow of Qi his eyes return to normal. “Damn, I know it said gathering Qi reduces stamina, but I didn't think stamina meant my Aura too.” thinking about it, it makes sense. He doesn't know if its like that for every demonic beast or a byproduct of his Blue Flames of Resurrection, but his Aura replenishes his stamina similar to how the flames can heal his wounds.
Thinking up to here he's convinced “It has to be a byproduct of my Phoenix abilities, or normally demonic beast can go on a rampage till their Aura runs out causing widespread devistation.” looking in the direction of the boar a smile forms on his face. “Wait till I recover a bit, then I'll come play.”
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Closing his eyes he leans on the tree. “If my guess is correct, while my core is bronze, it's about equal to a 1st level Qi gathering cultivator. Which is why I lost in an exchange of fist with that boy.” licking his lips “I need to eat some cores" while smiling, he drifts to sleep.
A young man and woman stand next to a pile of burnt rubble. At their feet are a few dozen corpses.
“Where is Hotyu?” the young man looks at the girl. The young man appears to be 17-19 years old. His hair is dark brown and fairly short, he has yellow eyes and a broad nose. His lips are pretty thin, but his most distinctive feature is his masculine butt chin. He's wearing the same black robe with gold embroidery as all the others, and at his waist is a bag.
A girl around the same age looks at him. She has long dark blue hair extending to the small of her back. She has almond shaped dark blue eyes, a cute upturned nose, and small cherry lips.
“I don’t know Brother Charles, you were the one who sent him into the forest, how would I know?”
Charles furrows his brow “Sister Hilda, I'm the leader of this mission, I don't need or want your attitude. When I ask you a question I want an answer. You may have caught the eye of a few people in the outer court, but that's useless in the field.”
“Hmph!” stomping her foot she stares angrily at Charles “Team leader he's probably in the forest!”
Suddenly a blue flame shoots into the air, almost like a grand flare. It immidiatly catches their attention, causing them to turn their heads.
A slight frown forms on the mans face “Obviously something strange is happening here" holding up his hand he reveals a yellow Zhu token “Disciples are not supposed to discarded their identification tokens no matter what, so that means Brother Haildu is dead. We need to get Brother Hotyu and return to the sect. Someone is in the area of Zhu mountain sect and killing their disciples.”
Hearing this Hilda scrunches her nose “What If he's already dead”
Charles shakes his head “Even so, we have to try. If we go back after abandoning a comrade, I don't care how many suitors you have in the outer court or inner court, we will be killed for abandonment. We are a righteous sect after all.”
Thinking about it for a moment she nods her head “Right, let's go”
As they begin to walk towards the forest Charles looks up.
Reaching into his bag he stores Haildu’s token while pulling out his own. Sending in some Qi he gets a signal from behind him and in the forest. “Let's go, if we hurry we can pick up his trail before it gets dark" finishing his sentence he begins to run.
“Ahh" groaning, Hilda follows.
In the darkness a pair of scarlet eyes gleam in the moonlight. “It's time” jumping from the tree his arms transform briefly to break his fall, illuminating the area momentarily.
Running his hands across his lips he begins to frown. “I should have brought some water, my lips are so dry they are cracking now.”
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His eyes shift about the surroundings, even though it's night time it remains fairly bright due to the Trinary moons.
“After killing this boar I'll find some water”
Walking towards the cave he pulls the sword from his bag. The scabbard is pure black, and fairly broad. The hilt of the blade is some sort of black material with a circular silver guard. Pulling out the sword he notices it's not a sword at all, but a saber. The back of the blade slightly curves up into a paint, the blade edge is curved and is more broad at the tip and tapers off towards the hilt giving it a domineering appearance.
Swinging the saber a few times he smiles “Haha what a nice feeling!” returning the saber to his scabbard he uses the straps to fasten it to the left side of his waist, while the bags are on his right.
“I need to read the book on treasures and the new one when I have time" picking up his pace he runs towards the cave.
Arriving in front of the cave a smile blooms on his face “Hey boar! COME OUT!”
COME OUT
COME OUT
OME OUT
OUT
OUT
His voice echoes through the cave.
“RoAhHHH" the ground begins to Tremble, and from the mouth of the cave the boar comes charging out.
His eyes, the sharingan begin shifting about. They pick up every movement of the boar, even the slight twitch of its muscles. The Qi pouring in through his head gate is for his eyes, so he focuses on his core.
Aura begins to pour through his body as he takes a breath. “Marco has already debuted in this world" his grin becomes so broad his teeth begin to show “But now it's time for Marco Uchiha to arrive" as the words leave his mouth he rushes forward.
“Let's test it out!” using his eyes he determines the next movement of the boar. Jumping to the side he dodges its charge.
Seeing that it missed, the boar tries to stop, digging its feet into the ground.
Seizing this chance Marco sends out a Palm strike, slapping the side of the boars body. As his palm makes contact his eyes flash, opening a little wider.
“Ahhhhh!” a battle cry leaves his mouth as his Arua erupts throughout his body, and by the time the first palm hits the second one is about to connect.
*Boom boom* two consecutive palms hit the boar, but before he gets a chance to launch the third the boar is about to turn.
Seeing that the boar is trying to turn and goar him he jumps back and avoids his tusk by a hair's margin.
“Fuck, this technique wants me to block those tusk with my palm?” as the words leave his mouth it's like he was struck by lightning.
Jumping back to get some distance he pulls out his saber. “Just because the technique has palm in its name, why can't I use a saber?”
“Roahh" the boar charges at him once again.
Reading its movements he manages to once again arrive at the boars side.
“Taste my blade!” swinging the saber he slices into the boar’s flesh, but before the saber even finishes falling his left palm hits the boar.
“Arghaaaa" roaring in pain the boar tries to turn.
Seeing that he has enough time, the saber swings back up slicing the boar as his palm moves away. After slicing the boar he jumps back.
“I don't get it, the saber is doing so much damage but the palm does nothing…” furrowing his brow he stares at the boar.
“I think this technique is trash as well, fuck! Putting in all those deep quotes like its some great technique.” angry he runs at the boar.
The boar digs his feet into the ground and charges.
Marco runs straight at the boar, his eyes scanning every movement. Suddenly he grabs the saber with both hands and jumps slightly to the left.
The boars tusk barely misses his body as he swings the saber. The saber slices deep into the boars face as it's charging. The saber continues to slice into its body as it runs passed Marco.
As the boar passes and the saber finishes slicing through, he uses the momentum from the boar to spin around. Using the force of the boars charge he swings the saber at its back leg, easily slicing it off.
*Buffff* The boar slams into the ground leaving a trail of dirt as it slides.
Marco walks towards the downed boar. The boar breathes heavily, steam pouring out its mouth. The cut on its side is so deep bones are exposed.
His eyes scan the wound, easily locating the bronze core.
“The sharingan really is great, even if cultivators can’t sense Aura how can that stop my eyes? Even in the midst of battle I was able to make a pinpoint strike and expose its core" reaching out he grabs the core.
The Boar quivers for a moment, then dies.
Seeing this Marco shivers while putting his hand over his chest “Will I die if my core is removed or damaged?”
Shaking his head, he wipes the blood off the saber using the boars hide and returns it to the scabbard.
Looking at the bloody core for a moment, he drops it into his bag.
“Well that wasn't too bad. I only used a bit of Aura so my stamina is full. Now that I've opened a gate, my Aura doesn't seem to affect my Qi anymore”
Looking around for a moment he starts walking in a direction.
“If I'm not mistaken the river was in this direction as it entered the forest.”
As he walks he gauges how much stamina is drained from funneling Qi into his eyes.
“Hmm, as long as I don't do anything to deplete my Aura too fast, I should be able to keep my sharingan activated. Opening the next gate should give me enough Qi to use illusions”
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