Devoting oneself to Taijutsu until reaching the ultimate pinnacle seems like a natural progression, but in reality, it is anything but simple. The weight-training Guy endures is a constant cycle of pushing past biological limits. To treat cultivation as a baseline state of existence—living, breathing, and sleeping in a state of training—is something even Ui cannot do.
While Ui has been carrying his iron gourd recently, and the Third Kazekage's specialized Iron Sand is incredibly dense, it isn't exactly "training" for him.
Why? Because the sand is magnetic. Using his elective powers, Ui negates the weight, allowing him to carry the massive load with ease. If the magnetism failed, he wouldn't be able to lift the thing, let alone run with it.
To counter Guy's Eight Inner Gates, Ui decided to stick to Nin-Taijutsu. He set aside his high-tier Lightning and Fire Style techniques—not out of arrogance, but because obliterating Guy with a long-range blast wouldn't prove anything in a friendly spar. He wanted a contest of strength and speed, not a survival test.
Ui clasped his hands in front of him, and the iron sand coalesced into a three-meter-long lance. He struck a pose.
That was about all he could do—pose. He had zero skill points in polearms. Anything with a blade longer than 50 centimeters felt awkward, and a weapon over a meter was a mystery to him. No matter how fast a learner you are, some things require years of specialized muscle memory.
The Red Speed
Guy, having opened four gates, had shattered the limiters on his chakra, gaining terrifying speed and power. Ui watched him closely, needing to gauge exactly how fast "Four Gates Guy" truly was.
With Lightning Style, Ui was fast, but his speed was linear—moving from Point A to Point B. His attack frequency was high, but not "blurred-limb" high. Some ninjas, like Killer Bee, could juggle swords so fast they turned the air into a meat grinder. Guy's Eight Gates allowed him to bridge that gap.
Guy's skin was now a parched, earthy red. Opening the gates isn't just about hard work; it requires a specific kind of physical genius. If anyone could do it just by working hard, the ninja world would be full of "Green Beasts." Guy was a genius of the body, moving in a realm Ui couldn't touch.
The distance between them was less than ten meters. Ui loosened his grip on the iron sand spear, then tightened it.
Lunge! Spin! Launch!
The black spear, wreathed in blue-white electricity, tore through the air. Because of its mass, it wasn't as fast as a Railgun, but it was far from slow. Ui wasn't worried about skewering Guy; if Guy got tagged by a projectile of this speed while in the Fourth Gate, he wouldn't have survived the war anyway.
In the blink of an eye!
The spear made contact, but not with Guy's chest. Guy blurred to the right, his left arm hooking like a steel claw, snatching the high-speed lance right out of the air.
The force was immense—this wasn't just a physical throw, but a magnetically accelerated one. Guy's left hand gripped the middle of the shaft while his elbow and side clamped down on the front end. His frame was lean, but his arm was a vice.
The momentum dragged Guy back ten meters, his feet carving trenches into the dirt before he skidded to a halt. Lightning flickered across his side, but he didn't seem to feel it. The Fourth Gate involves enduring bone-deep pain; Guy had learned to ignore the screams of his own nerves to keep moving.
"Fast!" Guy shouted. "And heavy!"
Despite the weight, he hefted the iron spear and swung it a few times. To him, it felt as light as a twig.
"Giving it back!"
With a speed that defied reaction, the spear was hurled back at Ui.
Are you kidding me? Did you just come from the set of 'Seven Deadly Sins'?
Ui waved a hand, conjuring a thin curtain of iron sand. The spear pierced the defense, but as it passed through, it was disassembled by Ui's magnetic field and reabsorbed into the mass.
The Barrage of the Orchard
"Here I come!"
Guy dropped into a low crouch and lunged. He moved like a gale, his externalized chakra visible as a shimmering heat haze. The sheer friction and energy coming off his body distorted the air, making his silhouette a blur.
This was Guy's first time fighting at this output, and his control over the exploding power wasn't perfect—which only made it feel more volatile. Every step he took shattered the ground beneath him like a spiderweb, whether it was soft dirt or hard stone. With every stride, he blurred further.
Guy's path to strength was simple: if 10,000 pushups made him faster, he did 100,000. If 100,000 wasn't enough, he did a million. It was a stubborn, illogical, yet undeniable climb. Everyone could do it, yet almost no one did.
Ui realized he couldn't play the "close-quarters" game yet. He chose to retreat.
He adopted a style similar to Gaara's—a defensive zone meant to keep Taijutsu masters at bay. But to work against Guy, it had to be more than just a wall.
The iron sand behind Ui fanned out, crackling with electricity. It shaped itself into hundreds of shuriken and kunai of varying sizes, all pointing toward the advancing Green Beast.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A storm of black metal rained down. Dust clouds erupted everywhere, obscuring Guy's path.
My blood is of iron, and my heart of glass, Ui thought idly, his mind wandering to the "incantations" of other worlds. This body is made of limitless works...
He was essentially performing a high-speed, copyright-infringing cosplay of Gilgamesh, Emiya Shirou, and Senjougahara Hitagi all at once.