Proof of Himself

On the spacious training ground, Sasuke and Itachi crossed paths and collided like two bolts of lightning.

The blades in their hands whirled like a raging storm. Sparks flew amid flashes of steel, dazzling the eye.

Every clash of their weapons rang out with a crisp chime.

The strength of a healthy Itachi was naturally beyond doubt.

Even fighting with one hand, he could easily handle Sasuke's attacks.

However, this duel was ultimately just a lesson, so Itachi deliberately held back his strength.

He displayed only a level slightly above Sasuke's, keeping him firmly suppressed.

As a model figure of the Uchiha Clan, renowned for his intellect and skill at fighting with his mind, Itachi's control over the rhythm of battle was flawless.

At unexpected moments, he would always suddenly throw a kunai or Shuriken from a tricky angle, posing unforeseen threats to Sasuke.

Faced with such a formidable opponent, Sasuke did not yield in the slightest. He swiftly pulled Shuriken from his waist and fired back.

For a moment, their ninja tools collided violently in midair. With a loud clang, they shot off in different directions.

Then Itachi suddenly pulled out a smoke bomb and slammed it into the ground.

In an instant, thick smoke billowed up and rapidly filled the entire battlefield, completely swallowing Itachi's figure.

Sasuke did not recklessly charge into the smoke. Instead, he nimbly lowered himself into a crouch and activated his distinctive Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

His eyes spun rapidly like precision radar, carefully searching for where Itachi might be hiding.

This stance not only minimized his chances of being attacked, but also allowed him to launch a swift counterattack the instant he spotted the enemy.

Ever since Senyo had returned, he had never praised Sasuke, and that had undoubtedly dealt him a heavy blow.

But