Reborn in a Daimyo's court in Naruto

Part 35

Chapter 35

KENSHIRO OUGI

Kenshiro Ougi led the forces as they rushed toward the forces of the lord of Shinobi. The arrows had stopped earlier after about five barrages. The arrows, on closer examination, had been smithed out of chakra metal, and hence, he could reason out that the enemy had a limited supply of them.

Still, for a samurai to be so skilled in the art of archery and use it as such was a testament to their strength. Suddenly, as they were a yard away from the enemy forces, Ougi felt the air still as the older samurai, Kato Shinohara, raised his sword. A smile appeared on his face as he reached for his blade once more and shouted.

"The old man is mine! Interfere, and I will not hesitate to kill you myself!" he warned as the air shifted as the old man brought down his blade.

'....Dismantle'

And the very ground tore up infront of him, and he pushed his own chakra into the blade as he gently breathed out.

"Ninpo: Dragon's descent," and he swung his blade at the majestic slash that was cutting down the very ground they ran on and stopped the attack in its steps, more or less saving a massive portion of their army.

Yet the parry had not been clean, and he could feel his hand shaking. The metal of his blade shook, and he stood face to face with the samurai whose blade had just left a massive trench in the ground between them.

"Rejoice, for you are only the fourth person ever to survive this attack of mine," the old man with a scar running down his face spoke up as he brought up his blade. Their armies clashed around them, and the whole area was filled with screams of men dying, killing, and fighting.

Both of them rushed towards each other, their swords meeting in a dance that sent sparks flying everywhere, as he realized that the old samurai's reputation was not for naught. His swings carried weight, and his sword moved through the air as if a blur, each swing fast enough that it would be impossible for any regular samurai to track.

Yet he was not any regular samurai.

Their blades locked with one another as they stared into one another's eye, and Ougi decided that it was enough, and he shifted his grip on the blade and pushed his chakra into it, and whispered as he breathed out slowly.

"Ninpo: Dragon's breath," and he saw the old man's eyes gleaming as the air stilled before the man suddenly jumped back, though he didn't miss the grunt the old man gave as his feet hit the ground again.

"Argh," the old samurai uttered as blood dripped down his arm, though the wound was much smaller than he had intended it to be.

Yet Ougi did not give him any time to settle down as he jumped towards him his sword arching down at the older samurai who pushed shifted to the right and swung his own blade at him from the side, yet Ougi pulled his blade back, blocking the strike with the hilt of his blade as he pushed his own chakra and swung once more.

"Ninpo: Dragon's breath," he exhaled slowly. He saw the old man's eyes tighten. He immediately jumped back and pushed his blade to the side, and the sword's clang filled the clearing.

"You are nearly as good as they make you out to be, yet that is not enough," the old man began, his words making Ougi's eyes narrow.

"What did you say," Ougi spoke in rage at the insult.

"You remind me of myself, of a samurai wandering the lands without purpose, yet you are not a samurai yet, for you serve no lord, no purpose except yourself," the old man's words were part of an older dogma. The dogma of servitude, one he never understood.