Satoru's Introduction – Calm Before the Storm
Satoru stood in the center of the training ground, the golden rays of the setting sun casting a glow over his composed and confident expression.
Before him stood Konoha's elite—those who carried the fate of the great clans on their shoulders.
He knew that today wasn't just a training session. It was a test. A true evaluation.
Clearing his throat, Satoru spoke, his voice steady, firm, and echoing through the silent field:
"Greetings, everyone. I am Hoshino Satoru, currently an instructor at the Ninja Academy."
His gaze swept over the crowd before continuing:
"Today, I am here to introduce you all to a new type of ninjutsu—Sensory Jutsu."
A few eyebrows furrowed.
"This jutsu… differs fundamentally from the conventional ninjutsu you are all familiar with."
Raising one hand, he slowly clenched his fist, his chakra flowing smoothly through his body.
"If normal ninjutsu utilizes chakra to produce elemental effects like Fire Release or Lightning Release…
"Then Sensory Jutsu relies on a fusion of chakra and mental willpower."
His words sparked intrigue among some, while others remained skeptical.
Mental willpower?
Could such an abstract concept truly manifest as a ninjutsu?
Some of the shinobi pondered quietly.
Then—
A scoff.
### **A Challenge from Uchiha Inabi**
Uchiha Inabi crossed his arms, his sharp gaze filled with condescension.
"Enough talk. We don't have all day to listen to your theories."
He smirked, his tone dripping with mockery.
"If it's truly powerful, then show us. Prove that this is worth our time."
The air grew tense.
Hiruzen Sarutobi narrowed his eyes slightly.
Jiraiya glanced at Inabi, shaking his head slightly. *These Uchiha kids really love stirring things up…*
Even Hyuga Hizashi frowned—his clan valued respect and discipline, making Inabi's blatant arrogance somewhat distasteful.
But Satoru?
He simply smiled.
No anger. No irritation.
Just pure, unwavering confidence.
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### **Blindfolded – A Duel Between Sword and Ninjutsu**
"Very well." Satoru's voice remained steady.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a black cloth.
Gasps of confusion rippled through the crowd.
"Satoru-sama… what is he doing?" murmured an Akimichi clan member.
Without hesitation, Satoru tied the cloth over his eyes, completely obscuring his vision.
Then, he raised a hand and pointed directly at one of the Uchiha.
"I request a match with you."
All eyes turned to Uchiha Yashiro.
Yashiro blinked in surprise.
He hadn't expected to be chosen.
Silence settled over the area before—
"He really wants to fight blindfolded?" someone whispered in disbelief.
Even Hiruzen and Jiraiya looked intrigued.
For high-level shinobi, fighting without sight was possible.
Madara Uchiha had fought without eyes and still dominated battlefields.
Even Jiraiya and Orochimaru could utilize other senses in combat.
But—
Turning it into a structured jutsu? That was an entirely different matter.
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### **Uchiha Yashiro – The Sharingan Awakens**
Uchiha Yashiro frowned, then smirked.
He felt insulted.
A blindfolded match against an Uchiha?
"If that's your wish…" Yashiro murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone.
Click!
His Sharingan spun to life, a single tomoe glowing in each eye.
Though blinded, Satoru could *feel* the surge of sharp, analytical energy directed at him.
His stance remained relaxed.
"Oh? He activated his Sharingan already?" Jiraiya chuckled from the sidelines, his amusement evident. "Well, can't blame him. No Uchiha would let this insult slide."
Orochimaru, arms crossed, watched closely.
"Let's see if this jutsu is truly as revolutionary as he claims."
On the Hyuga's side, Hizashi and Tokuma observed with deep interest.
They harbored no resentment toward Satoru, but they were undeniably curious—how could a shinobi without a Dojutsu perceive his surroundings?
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### **Sensory Jutsu – The Duel Begins**
Satoru shut his eyes beneath the blindfold, his chakra flowing freely.
Then—
A pulse.
A soft but distinct wave of energy radiated outward.
Not killing intent.
Not raw chakra.
Just… perception.
He could *see* everything.
Yashiro wasted no time.
Whoosh!
He lunged forward, his speed leaving an afterimage as he drove a fist toward Satoru's abdomen.
But—
Satoru had already sensed it.
With a slight shift—
Thud!
The punch grazed harmlessly past him, missing by a hair's breadth.
Yashiro immediately spun, launching a sweeping kick.
Satoru lifted his foot.
Swish!
The kick cut through empty air.
"W-What!?" Some of the Uchiha spectators widened their eyes.
Even Hizashi's expression darkened slightly with newfound respect.
Satoru had dodged *everything.*
Despite being *blindfolded.*
Despite fighting against an Uchiha wielding the Sharingan.
This wasn't just skill.
This was something *beyond.*
Orochimaru smirked, his golden eyes gleaming with interest.
"Now *this* is fascinating…"
Satoru slowly unsheathed his sword, the sound of polished steel slicing through the air.
A sharp, focused presence emanated from him, like a predator that had just found its prey.
"Let's test your defenses."
His voice was calm—unshaken.
The blade gleamed under the setting sun.
A new jutsu.
A battle of innovation.
Satoru's heart pounded with anticipation, hoping that Yashiro would force him to unleash the full extent of his swordsmanship!
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