"But why do I always feel like there's still something I haven't seen?"
Looking at Asuma Sarutobi before him, the Silver Moon Black Robe frowned slightly beneath his hood and spoke.
"You really are..."
In response to the Silver Moon Black Robe's words, Asuma Sarutobi let out a long breath, suddenly spread his hands, and said,
"Tap!"
At the same time, he lightly stepped forward.
"Why is it always like this..."
Then, as that step landed, Asuma Sarutobi spoke again. However, halfway through his sentence, his voice abruptly stopped. In that instant, his figure flashed and vanished from where he stood.
"Thud!"
In the next moment, a dull impact rang out before the Silver Moon Black Robe.
"...Sharp as ever!"
At that instant, the rest of Asuma Sarutobi's sentence rang out from where the muffled impact had sounded.
What is Teacher Asuma doing? Didn't that already prove ineffective just now...
At this moment, Asuma's three students—Shikamaru Nara, Ino Yamanaka, and Akimichi Choji—all wore puzzled expressions.
In their eyes, they could clearly see the image of their teacher, his right foot pressed against the right side of the Silver Moon Black Robe's face.
And the scene displayed by that kick was exactly the same as the previous attack. If their positions had not changed, it would have been a replay of the first exchange.
To them, this was simply something that should not have happened.
Even though they were still inexperienced newcomers with limited knowledge and judgment, they had come to understand how formidable the Silver Moon Black Robe was. From the nearly invisible taijutsu movements during those two simple exchanges, they could tell that the Silver Moon Black Robe was probably stronger than their teacher.
As for how much stronger, they could not tell.
But no matter what, using the