ASFUCITWON Chapter 198: The Shock of Everyone Regarding the Name Reiji Uzumaki

They could not hide their shock.

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

Some froze with slightly parted lips, as if about to speak but their tongues were caught.

Others swallowed hard, unsure if the figure was real or just an illusion brought on by pressure.

They recognized the reputation of the genius of Fuinjutsu—someone who had pushed the boundaries of sealing techniques to unimaginable levels.

However, the name "Reiji Uzumaki" was almost foreign to many clan members.

This was not because Reiji's achievements were unknown, but rather because the identity behind those achievements was hidden very well.

None of them knew what Reiji's face looked like.

Reiji had never appeared in public, never stood on a podium, never been the center of attention.

Where Reiji was a shadow behind success, a ghost behind every revolutionary Fuinjutsu they prided themselves on.

Even the enemies of the Uzumaki Clan had no clue who this genius truly was.

So when a boy stood before them—too young, too unassuming, without a grand aura or arrogant gestures—their reaction was not admiration, but confusion.

Yet therein lay the true threat.

A true genius does not need to stand out.

Reiji did not stand with arrogance, but with absolute calm.

And from the way Reiji stood... without fear, with a calm yet piercing gaze, they slowly realized—they were facing a real danger.

"Why are you all silent? Can't you hear?" Reiji's voice rang out, not high, but heavy and pressing like a hammer falling on their chests.

Reiji's words echoed, unhurried, like someone who knew their time would not run out.

The eyes of the attacking leaders from the three great villages locked onto each other.

Where they spoke in a silence laden with meaning.

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"What do you think?" Tatsuya Kurogane's voice exploded like thunder striking the morning sky—deep, heavy, and full of pressure, as if Tatsuya's words alone were enough to shake the quiet battlefield.

Tatsuya's words were like a large stone falling into a still pond—dispersing the fog from the minds of his subordinates.

At that moment, Tatsuya stood on the deck of the ship with his bare chest, only a sleeveless jacket draped over his shoulders, showcasing muscles formed from battlefields and brutal training.

Tatsuya's body looked like a stone sculpture that had long defied the storm.

The red bandana wrapped around his head absorbed the morning sun's glow, making the Iwagakure emblem etched in it shine—not merely an ornament.

But a reminder of where Tatsuya came from and who he was: not just a soldier, but a manifestation of the earth's power itself.

The sea breeze carried the sun's heat, sweeping through Tatsuya's rough, short hair, fluttering wildly with the rhythm of the impending battle.

From behind Tatsuya's narrow, sharp eyes, the instincts of a tiger radiated—silent, patient, yet ready to pounce mercilessly at any moment.

"Hmph! What else? Just attack! Even if it's just a kid!" Yukina Yuki's voice struck like an ice whip, sharp and cold.

Where Yukina did not speak with anger, but with a calm that was even more terrifying—a killer's calm, accustomed to seeing death and having stained her hands with blood.

Yukina's silver hair, tied in two pigtails, fell neatly on her shoulders, softly shimmering under the sunlight.

Not a single strand was out of place, as if discipline was in every breath Yukina took.

Yukina's face appeared pale, her eyes cold like a frozen lake.

Yukina's movements were nearly soundless, each step like a shadow dancing in the breeze.

The gray jacket seemed to dissolve into the dim sunlight, merging with the tense air.