Naruto: One Eye Tenseigan

The forest clearing was eerily silent, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves as the four combatants faced off. Hōki, standing tall with his Fire Sword drawn, exuded confidence, while Ryūgan and Suiko flanked him, their weapons gleaming ominously in the dappled light.

Tomaru, Kubikiribōchō resting lightly on his shoulder, observed them with calm detachment. He was in no rush. This wasn't a fight to win or lose—it was a chance to sharpen his skills, especially in wielding the massive blade.

Hōki broke the silence first, his tone sharp and brimming with confidence. He stood tall, the Fire Sword held firmly in his hand. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and his sharp eyes locked onto Tomaru's. "You think you can take us on alone? You'll regret underestimating us."

Tomaru didn't reply. He rarely did. His focus was elsewhere, on reading their movements, their stances, the way their chakra flared in anticipation.

Without warning, Hōki made the first move. "Blazing Inferno Slash!" he shouted, swinging his Fire Sword in a wide arc. Flames roared to life, surging forward in a devastating wave.

Tomaru sidestepped with precise timing, the heat of the attack brushing past him as it scorched the earth. Before Hōki could follow up, Tomaru spun Kubikiribōchō in a fluid motion, cleaving through the remnants of the flames with ease.

Ryūgan and Suiko didn't wait for orders. Ryūgan's Garian Sword crackled with amplified chakra as he unleashed a spectral dragon that lunged toward Tomaru, while Suiko swung his massive flail with staggering force. The ground shook as the flail connected with the earth, sending debris flying.

Tomaru moved like water, weaving between attacks with practiced ease. He raised a hand, forming quick hand seals.

A massive ice wall erupted from the ground, its crystalline surface shimmering with chakra. The spectral dragon collided with it, shattering into harmless shards of energy. Suiko's flail struck next, the Infinite Armour absorbing chakra from the wall with every impact. But despite his efforts, the ice remained intact.

Hōki wasn't idle. "Wind-Fire Convergence!" he roared, slashing his Fire Sword in tandem with a whirlwind generated by the Weaknessless Soaring Shortswords. The combined attack tore through the air, a devastating blend of elements aimed directly at the barrier.

The flames licked at the ice, the wind howled, but the wall stood firm, strengthened by Tomaru's chakra and reinforced further with senjutsu energy. Inside the wall, Tomaru's expression remained calm. He hadn't even activated his Tenseigan; this was purely a test of his own abilities.

Hōki scowled in frustration. "What is that wall made of?!"

Tomaru didn't answer. He was already moving, dissolving the ice wall with a snap of his fingers. As it crumbled, the shards flew outward, forcing the Takumi trio to scatter.

Kubikiribōchō gleamed as Tomaru hefted it, stepping forward with deliberate slowness. He tested its weight, its balance, before engaging the trio directly. He swung the massive blade in a wide arc, forcing Suiko to block with his flail while Hōki and Ryūgan darted in to flank him.

Tomaru deflected Ryūgan's Garian Sword with a calculated strike, careful not to damage the blade. He sidestepped Hōki's slash, countering with a powerful sweep that sent the leader stumbling back.

Even as the trio pressed him, he remained one step ahead, adapting to their rhythm, learning their patterns.

For Tomaru, it was a lesson—a chance to refine his skills and test himself against worthy opponents without relying on his Tenseigan.

Tomaru deflected another strike from Ryūgan's Garian Sword. The amplified dragon-shaped chakra surged toward him again, but Tomaru ducked low, the attack whistling harmlessly overhead.

"Stop dancing around and fight seriously!" Ryūgan snapped, frustration flaring in his green eyes.

Tomaru didn't respond. Instead, he tightened his grip on Kubikiribōchō and pivoted, swinging the blade in a heavy arc toward Suiko. The larger man planted his feet, his Infinite Armour gleaming, and raised his flail to block. The impact sent a shockwave through the clearing, but Suiko held his ground.

"Is that all you've got?" Suiko sneered, his confidence bolstered by the supposed invincibility of his armor.

Tomaru smirked faintly, a rare expression for him. He stepped back, feinting another attack, and instead flicked his fingers. Ice surged from the ground, forming jagged spikes that closed in on Suiko from all sides.

Suiko's eyes widened, and he swung his flail wildly, shattering some of the ice spikes while others grazed his armor. He growled in annoyance. "This ice again—how is it so resistant?!"

"It's not just ice," Hōki interjected, his sharp eyes narrowing. "He's reinforcing it with chakra... and something else."

Ryūgan's grip on the Garian Sword tightened. "He's playing with us."

Tomaru remained silent, watching as the trio regrouped. Their teamwork was impressive—they communicated without words, moving in sync as they prepared for their next assault.

"Let's end this!" Hōki barked. "Ryūgan, Suiko—formation!"

Hōki darted forward, his Fire Sword blazing with renewed intensity. Ryūgan moved to Tomaru's left, his Garian Sword glowing as it unleashed another spectral dragon. Suiko charged from the right, his flail spinning with devastating force.

Tomaru's eyes flicked between them, reading their movements. He planted Kubikiribōchō into the ground and formed a rapid sequence of hand seals.

[Ice Release: Ice Rock Dome of Magnificent Nothingness]

A massive dome of ice enveloped him, the surface glowing faintly with chakra. Hōki's combined fire and wind attack struck the dome, flames and gales colliding with a deafening roar. Ryūgan's dragon followed suit, slamming into the barrier with explosive force.

Inside the dome, Tomaru felt the vibrations of their attacks but remained composed. He wasn't concerned.

Outside, Suiko's flail struck again and again, each impact drawing chakra from the dome. But despite the Infinite Armour's ability to absorb chakra, the ice held firm.

"This is impossible!" Suiko growled, his confidence starting to waver.

Hōki gritted his teeth, flames flickering wildly around him. "No... we'll break it. Keep attacking! If we stop now, Takumi Village's reputation as the finest weapon craftsman village will be ruined."

As they poured their energy into the assault, Tomaru took a moment to evaluate.

Tomaru stood in the center, his breath calm, Kubikiribōchō resting against his shoulder. The Takumi trio had slowed, their once-ferocious attacks now lacking the vigor they started with. Their exhaustion was evident, each movement growing sluggish as the toll of the prolonged battle weighed on them. Their heavy breathing and trembling stances betrayed their exhaustion.

Tomaru observed them silently, his gaze flickering between their stances and chakra signatures, noting subtle shifts in their posture. He could feel the weight of the battle—not from exertion, but from the mental strain of improving his control over Kubikiribōchō. Every swing, every block, every counterstrike had been deliberate, aimed at honing his skills.

Tomaru exhaled, a faint mist escaping his lips in the cold air. "You've fought well," he said, his tone measured. "But this is where it ends."

Tomaru formed a single seal, and the ice dome began to dissolve. The shards hovered in the air for a brief moment before shooting outward like a storm of daggers.

Hōki, Ryūgan, and Suiko scattered, narrowly avoiding the icy barrage.

Tomaru adjusted his grip on Kubikiribōchō, its massive blade gleaming faintly in the cold air. The Takumi trio regrouped, forming a defensive triangle, their exhaustion evident in the heavy rise and fall of their chests.

Suiko, still brimming with confidence in his Infinite Armour, stepped forward with his massive mace, his eyes locked on Tomaru. "Your tricks won't work on me," he bellowed, gripping his weapon tightly.

Tomaru remained silent, his face unreadable. With a fluid motion, he raised Kubikiribōchō and dashed toward Suiko. The sheer weight of his slash sent a powerful shockwave forward, forcing Suiko to brace himself.

The clang of the mace meeting the blade echoed through the clearing, but Tomaru had anticipated the block. While Suiko focused on deflecting the frontal attack, Tomaru subtly directed his chakra into the ground beneath him.

Suddenly, an ice spear erupted from the earth behind Suiko, piercing through a weak point in his armor. Suiko's eyes widened in shock as he faltered, his mace dropping to the ground.

"Suiko!" Ryūgan shouted, but it was too late.

The two charged toward Tomaru, their synchronized attack aimed to overwhelm him. Tomaru, however, didn't move to defend. Instead, he released one hand from Kubikiribōchō and formed a single-handed seal with his right hand.

Just as they closed in, a bone-chilling aura emanated from Tomaru's body, rolling out like a tidal wave of frost. The air grew dense and icy, with the ground beneath him crystallizing in jagged, glimmering patterns of frost that radiated outward. The freezing energy engulfed the area in an instant, halting both Hōki and Ryūgan mid-attack. Their weapons froze in their hands, and their bodies were soon encased in solid ice.

The clearing was now deathly silent, the trio frozen in mid-motion, their faces etched with disbelief and defiance. Tomaru stood amidst the icy sculptures, his breath visible in the frigid air.

Without a word, Tomaru approached Hōki's frozen form, his expression unreadable, and carefully retrieved a scroll tucked into the man's sash. He lingered briefly, his gaze fixed on the frozen trio. A flicker of thought crossed his mind—not of pity, but of resolve. This battle had been more than a test of strength; it had been a measure of his control. The experience would remain with him as a lesson on the path of a shinobi. Methodically, he sealed the Fire Sword, Garian Sword, Infinite Armour, and the Weaknessless Soaring Shortswords into the scroll.

With the weapons secured, Tomaru surveyed the battlefield. The frost began to dissipate, its hold weakening as the chakra fueling it faded. The ice statues remained intact, though the surroundings gradually returned to their natural state.

His next destination was the Land of Iron. He needed materials essential for crafting his Vision Mask. Known for its harsh winters and stoic samurai, the Land of Iron was also famed for its master blacksmiths—one of the most skilled in the shinobi world.

These artisans were renowned for forging weapons and tools of high quality. Their craft combined age-old traditions with chakra-infused techniques, producing creations that were both functional and exquisite.

Tomaru required their expertise to shape raw Silver Metal into the foundation of his mask. While Katasuke's ingenuity would later enhance it with advanced technology, the mask's core structure demanded the precision and artistry unique to the Land of Iron's blacksmiths.

For now, however, Tomaru decided to regroup with Karin. Once ready, they would continue their journey to the Land of Iron.