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Chapter 21: Clash of Titans(Bonus Chapter)
In the world of Konoha's ninja academy, Namikaze Minato stood unquestionably at the pinnacle.
True geniuses possessed a radiance that could not be concealed, a prelude to the legends they would become. This was the boy who would one day blaze across the Third Great Shinobi War as the Yellow Flash and rise to become the youngest Hokage in Konoha's history. His strength defied common sense; to underestimate him, even for a moment, was to invite utter defeat.
Every era had its protagonists. For now, they were the legendary Sannin. But the next dawn was approaching, and its herald was Namikaze Minato.
Ragnar understood this. That was why he held nothing back from the opening bell. This wasn't an attempt to crush Minato instantlyâsuch a thing was impossible. It was a sign of the utmost respect, a declaration that he took this duel with absolute seriousness.
He pushed off the ground, the packed earth cratering slightly beneath his foot. His body shot forward like a cannonball, propelled by sheer physical might alone. He wasn't using Shave yet. Even so, the raw speed was far beyond anything his peers in the academy could muster.
Across from him, Minato moved. His usual gentle expression was gone, replaced by focused solemnity. In one fluid motion, his hand dipped into his ninja pouch and emerged with a kunai, which he thrust forward to meet the incoming threat like a striking viper.
CLANG!
The sound of metal on hardened flesh echoed across the suddenly silent arena.
The scene froze. Ragnar and Minato were locked in their opening clash, a hardened black fist pressed against the gleaming edge of the kunai. Sparks skittered into the air from the point of contact. An invisible shockwave emanated from the two of them, kicking up a ring of dust and grit that washed over the front rows of spectators.
The entire audience seemed to hold its breath. Not a single eye blinked, terrified of missing a split-second of the monumental clash.
'So this is that strange power,'Â Minato thought, his brow furrowed slightly. The impact traveled up the kunai, through the handle, and into his hand and arm, making his muscles sing with a dull ache. The vibration even jarred his organs, but it was nothing critical.
With the adaptability that defined him, Minato shifted. A faint, competitive smile touched his lips. He drove his knee up, aiming for Ragnar's midsection.
Ragnar's response was a mirrorâa hardened knee met Minato's with a solid THUD, the impact swallowed by the taut silence.
Seizing the initiative, Minato's free hand became a blur. The kunai in his grip wove a storm of slashes and jabs, a relentless offensive meant to overwhelm.
Ragnar's eyes, sharp with Observation Haki, tracked every movement. Each of his counter-punches was sheathed in the black sheen of Armament, meeting steel with flesh and winning every exchange. Yet, Minato parried and deflected them all.
This was notable. Previous opponentsâUchiha Tsuki, the chunin Shirou, even Hyuuga Kagamiâhad all been rattled and broken by the "strange power" of Ragnar's hardened strikes. Minato, however, dealt with them calmly. Of course, Ragnar wasn't using his full Armament strength. Level 2 had been enough to shatter a C-rank Fireball. Level 3, unleashed fully, would turn kunai to dust and bones to powder. This was a duel, not a fight for survival. That level of force was unnecessary.
Soon, Ragnar saw Minato's method. With every blow he blocked or diverted, Minato would subtly stamp his back foot, transferring the force into the ground, which dented slightly under the pressure.
'A force-dispersion technique. Of course. As expected of the future Fourth Hokage. His fundamentals are flawless,' Ragnar acknowledged inwardly. In response, he simply pushed harder. His speed ticked up. The weight behind his punches increased.
Minato's calm demeanor tightened. His dispersion trick handled the majority of the force, but not all of it. The residual shock was accumulating. Now, with Ragnar deliberately escalating, the pressure became palpable.
WHOOSH!
In a flash of insight and speed, Minato's figure vanished in a puff of white smoke, leaving Ragnar's latest punch to cleave through empty air.
A collective gasp rippled through the stands, stunned by the blonde genius's vanishing act.
"Too slow, Ragnar!" Minato's voice was calm, coming from directly behind. The cold point of a kunai pressed against the small of Ragnar's back. He might not rival Ragnar's brute power, but in pure, unadulterated speed, Namikaze Minato was peerless. He would yield to no one.
On the Observers' Platform
"What incredible speed!" Tsunade breathed, leaning forward. She hadn't expected the blonde kid to be this good. Ragnar seemed genuinely cornered.
"Hah! See that? That's my boy!" Jiraiya boasted, puffing out his chest.
"Hehehe. Minato is indeed a prodigy," Orochimaru countered, his serpentine eyes fixed on the arena. "That is an advanced application of the Body Flicker, executed without seals. But Jiraiya, this is Minato's own innate talent. Don't gild your own reputation." His gaze, however, lingered on Ragnar. He felt a thrill of anticipation. How will you solve this, little monster?
"Eh, well..." Jiraiya scratched his head, chastened. He'd given Minato pointers, but the boy wasn't officially his student yetâhe hadn't even graduated. Minato's current prowess was almost entirely self-forged.
Down in the stands, the students erupted in excited chatter, awed by Minato's wind-like movement.
With the kunai against his back, Ragnar's perpetually cold face did something unexpected. It curved into a faint, almost eerie smile.
"Minato," he said, his voice low enough that only the two of them could hear. "Are you sure you caught me?"
What?! Minato's eyes widened. A primal warning shrieked in his mind. Instinct overrode thought, and he drove the kunai forward.
WHOOSH!
The Ragnar before him blurred, shimmered, and dissolved. It wasn't a clone. It was a mere afterimage, a ghost left behind because the original body had moved so fast it temporarily fooled the eye.
"Distracted?"
The indifferent voice came from beside Minato's ear this time. A black fist, wreathed in a vortex of white, compressed air, was already halfway to his side. This was the true power of Level 3 Armamentânot just defense, but offensive force magnified to monstrous levels. The air around the fist screamed in protest, the generated wind sharp enough to sting the skin.
'Too fast! Can't dodge!'
Minato's mind processed the crisis in a microsecond. His only option was to block. He crossed his arms, kunai held defensively before him, and braced.
CRACK!
The hardened fist shattered the kunai as if it were glass.
The follow-through was devastating. An overwhelming force, like a landslide, crashed into Minato's guard. He felt his feet leave the ground. The world became a blur of sky and arena lights as he was launched backward like a discarded ragdoll, crashing to the earth in a rolling tumble of dust and limbs.
A stunned silence, then a roar of disbelief exploded from the crowd. The reversal was too sudden, too violent.
Jiraiya's proud grin vanished, replaced by stark worry.
"This boy... he also masters an extreme movement technique!" Tsunade exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with fierce interest. It was different from the Shunshinâcruder, more explosive, entirely reliant on physical power.
"Hehehe. Oh, this is delightful," Orochimaru hissed, his smile widening.
On the Field
Ragnar stood, fist still extended. He didn't celebrate. No triumph showed on his face. Instead, his expression grew more solemn. His Observation Haki, passive and ever-vigilant, whispered a warning. The "crisis" had not faded.
He was right.
A second later, the scene changed again.
POOF!
The body of Namikaze Minato lying in the dirt transformed into a section of splintered log.
"Substitution Technique," Ragnar muttered, his awe for his opponent growing. But if Minato wasn't here, and he hadn't flickered away visibly, there was only one place he could be.
Ragnar's head snapped upward.
There, high in the air above the arena, was Namikaze Minato. He had used the moment of impact and the cloud of dust to execute the substitution and launch himself skyward. His hands were already a blur, weaving through hand seals with a speed that was dazzling to behold. Six, twelveâthe seals were completed in the space of a single heartbeat.
"Boar. Ram. Monkey. Horse. Ram. Snake. Seal!"
"Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique!"
From his pouch, Minato flung a single standard shuriken. As it flew, it multiplied. One became ten. Ten became a hundred. A deafening swarm of spinning metal blotted out the sun, a descending storm with no room for escape. He had chosen the air for this attack specifically to cut off every angle of retreat.
His tactical mind, cool and analytical even under immense pressure, was a weapon in itself.
Namikaze Minato was a genius.
But Ragnar⌠Ragnar was a monster. And monsters specialized in crushing clever tricks and brilliant plans underfoot.
(End of Chapter)
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