A Taunting Smile – The Wrath of Uchiha Yashiro
The flames had dissipated, but not in the way anyone had expected.
Satoru stood firm on the ground, his sword still gripped securely in his hand, without a single scorch mark on his body.
He flashed a faint, almost casual smile—not arrogant, not mocking, but carrying an air of effortless confidence that was utterly infuriating.
Yashiro stood opposite him, his expression twisted with disbelief.
Satoru's absolute composure gnawed at him, filling him with a deep-seated irritation.
A vein pulsed angrily on his forehead, and his Sharingan spun furiously, the two tomoe rotating rapidly.
"You bastard…" Yashiro gritted his teeth.
He couldn't accept this.
A nobody—someone **without** Uchiha blood, **without** a Sharingan—had effortlessly nullified his Fire Release?
He had to put this insolent fool in his place!
---
### **Unleashing Fury – The Firestorm Descends**
Yashiro swiftly weaved hand seals, his chakra surging wildly.
*POOF!*
Two shadow clones appeared beside him.
All three of them began forming seals in perfect unison, their movements seamless and methodical.
Then—
**"Fire Release: Consecutive Fireball Barrage!"**
**BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!**
Hundreds of small fireballs erupted from all three directions, blanketing the sky in a blazing inferno, engulfing the entire battlefield where Satoru stood.
The crimson glow reflected in everyone's eyes.
The temperature surged drastically, the ground cracked open, and leaves instantly turned to ash.
The observing shinobi frowned.
They could tell—this wasn't just a simple ninjutsu.
Although each fireball was small, the sheer **number** of them made dodging nearly impossible.
But—
---
### **Dance of the Swallow – Moving Through the Flames**
Just as the first fireballs rained down—
Satoru moved.
**SWOOSH!**
He weaved through the inferno, each step precise, light, and effortless.
At that moment, he resembled a swallow gliding through a storm of fire.
Not reckless.
Not flashy.
Not relying on any grand ninjutsu.
Just pure, refined movement—so flawless that those watching were left speechless.
Yashiro's jaw dropped.
"No way…" he muttered in disbelief.
Even the other Uchiha onlookers couldn't believe their eyes.
Satoru was dodging each and every fireball with **absolute** precision, not wasting an ounce of movement.
Whenever a fireball came close—he was already somewhere else.
---
### **Pride Wounded – An Uchiha's Rage Cannot Be Ignored!**
Yashiro felt his head spinning with rage.
A **non-Uchiha**.
A man **without** a Sharingan.
And yet… he was toying with him?
Unacceptable!
His Sharingan blazed, his voice trembling with anger.
"Satoru… Satoru, you mock me too much!"
"I'll show you what it means to be an Uchiha!"
His roar echoed as his hands flew into a **frantic** series of hand seals.
His breath came in ragged bursts, his chakra surging in violent waves, distorting the air with heat.
The shinobi around them watched intently.
This time—it was no bluff.
---
### **Fire Release: Blazing Inferno Kirin**
The sky was still saturated with residual heat from the previous Fire Release techniques.
The ground began to tremble.
Yashiro let out a furious battle cry as his chakra **erupted**, forming a massive swirling vortex of flames.
**"Fire Release: Blazing Inferno Kirin!"**
**BOOM!**
A **tornado of fire** spiraled upward into the sky.
From within its scorching vortex—**a colossal beast began to take form.**
A massive **Kirin** composed entirely of fire, mirroring Sasuke's Kirin, but instead of lightning, it was forged purely from flames.
In reality, Yashiro's strategy had been carefully planned from the very beginning—just like how Sasuke manipulated storm clouds for his Kirin, Yashiro had used the earlier fireball barrage to create atmospheric convection and friction.
The **Blazing Inferno Kirin** was the culmination of his grand strategy—a bridge to unleash **nature's fury** upon Satoru.
The fire coiled and twisted, roaring with intensity, **becoming a living entity.**
The Kirin bellowed, its eyes blazing with destructive intent, as if seeking to **consume** everything in its path.
The heat became unbearable.
Sweat dripped from the foreheads of the shinobi watching.
Orochimaru licked his lips, his snake-like gaze gleaming with fascination.
"Not bad… Let's see what the boy does now."
The Uchiha spectators clenched their fists, their clan's pride burning brightly in their eyes.
"Let's see you escape this, Satoru!" Yashiro shouted, his voice laced with fury.
---
### **Face it or Run?**
Normally, large-scale ninjutsu like this had clear weaknesses.
A shinobi had **dozens** of ways to evade—Teleportation, Shadow Clones, Earth Release…
But—
Satoru had **no intention of dodging.**
His eyes remained calm as he gazed at the roaring Fire Kirin above him.
Looking at him now…
No one felt he was panicking.
No one sensed even the slightest fear from him.
In fact—
No one even sensed **him preparing to defend.**
Instead…
It felt like—
He was waiting.
A creeping sense of **unease** suddenly gripped Yashiro's chest.
Satoru smiled.
**Chapter 60: Dancing Amidst the Rain of Fire – Fire Release: Blazing Inferno Kirin**
---
### **A Taunting Smile – The Wrath of Uchiha Yashiro**
The flames had dissipated, but not in the way anyone had expected.
Satoru stood firm on the ground, his sword still gripped securely in his hand, without a single scorch mark on his body.
He flashed a faint, almost casual smile—not arrogant, not mocking, but carrying an air of effortless confidence that was utterly infuriating.
Yashiro stood opposite him, his expression twisted with disbelief.
Satoru's absolute composure gnawed at him, filling him with a deep-seated irritation.
A vein pulsed angrily on his forehead, and his Sharingan spun furiously, the two tomoe rotating rapidly.
"You bastard…" Yashiro gritted his teeth.
He couldn't accept this.
A nobody—someone **without** Uchiha blood, **without** a Sharingan—had effortlessly nullified his Fire Release?
He had to put this insolent fool in his place!
---
### **Unleashing Fury – The Firestorm Descends**
Yashiro swiftly weaved hand seals, his chakra surging wildly.
*POOF!*
Two shadow clones appeared beside him.
All three of them began forming seals in perfect unison, their movements seamless and methodical.
Then—
**"Fire Release: Consecutive Fireball Barrage!"**
**BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!**
Hundreds of small fireballs erupted from all three directions, blanketing the sky in a blazing inferno, engulfing the entire battlefield where Satoru stood.
The crimson glow reflected in everyone's eyes.
The temperature surged drastically, the ground cracked open, and leaves instantly turned to ash.
The observing shinobi frowned.
They could tell—this wasn't just a simple ninjutsu.
Although each fireball was small, the sheer **number** of them made dodging nearly impossible.
But—
---
### **Dance of the Swallow – Moving Through the Flames**
Just as the first fireballs rained down—
Satoru moved.
**SWOOSH!**
He weaved through the inferno, each step precise, light, and effortless.
At that moment, he resembled a swallow gliding through a storm of fire.
Not reckless.
Not flashy.
Not relying on any grand ninjutsu.
Just pure, refined movement—so flawless that those watching were left speechless.
Yashiro's jaw dropped.
"No way…" he muttered in disbelief.
Even the other Uchiha onlookers couldn't believe their eyes.
Satoru was dodging each and every fireball with **absolute** precision, not wasting an ounce of movement.
Whenever a fireball came close—he was already somewhere else.
---
### **Pride Wounded – An Uchiha's Rage Cannot Be Ignored!**
Yashiro felt his head spinning with rage.
A **non-Uchiha**.
A man **without** a Sharingan.
And yet… he was toying with him?
Unacceptable!
His Sharingan blazed, his voice trembling with anger.
"Satoru… Satoru, you mock me too much!"
"I'll show you what it means to be an Uchiha!"
His roar echoed as his hands flew into a **frantic** series of hand seals.
His breath came in ragged bursts, his chakra surging in violent waves, distorting the air with heat.
The shinobi around them watched intently.
This time—it was no bluff.
---
### **Fire Release: Blazing Inferno Kirin**
The sky was still saturated with residual heat from the previous Fire Release techniques.
The ground began to tremble.
Yashiro let out a furious battle cry as his chakra **erupted**, forming a massive swirling vortex of flames.
**"Fire Release: Blazing Inferno Kirin!"**
**BOOM!**
A **tornado of fire** spiraled upward into the sky.
From within its scorching vortex—**a colossal beast began to take form.**
A massive **Kirin** composed entirely of fire, mirroring Sasuke's Kirin, but instead of lightning, it was forged purely from flames.
In reality, Yashiro's strategy had been carefully planned from the very beginning—just like how Sasuke manipulated storm clouds for his Kirin, Yashiro had used the earlier fireball barrage to create atmospheric convection and friction.
The **Blazing Inferno Kirin** was the culmination of his grand strategy—a bridge to unleash **nature's fury** upon Satoru.
The fire coiled and twisted, roaring with intensity, **becoming a living entity.**
The Kirin bellowed, its eyes blazing with destructive intent, as if seeking to **consume** everything in its path.
The heat became unbearable.
Sweat dripped from the foreheads of the shinobi watching.
Orochimaru licked his lips, his snake-like gaze gleaming with fascination.
"Not bad… Let's see what the boy does now."
The Uchiha spectators clenched their fists, their clan's pride burning brightly in their eyes.
"Let's see you escape this, Satoru!" Yashiro shouted, his voice laced with fury.
---
### **Face it or Run?**
Normally, large-scale ninjutsu like this had clear weaknesses.
A shinobi had **dozens** of ways to evade—Teleportation, Shadow Clones, Earth Release…
But—
Satoru had **no intention of dodging.**
His eyes remained calm as he gazed at the roaring Fire Kirin above him.
Looking at him now…
No one felt he was panicking.
No one sensed even the slightest fear from him.
In fact—
No one even sensed **him preparing to defend.**
Instead…
It felt like—
He was waiting.
A creeping sense of **unease** suddenly gripped Yashiro's chest.
Satoru smiled.