Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Huge chunks of the training ground fell piece by piece from midair, crashing heavily onto the ground in the arena where the screams had gradually faded away.
Even after the final piece landed, the Blood Moon Silver Robe kept staring at the spot in midair where the Third Hokage had tried to ambush him, seemingly lost in thought.
"So... does this count as going smoothly?"
Only after the last piece hit the ground did the Blood Moon Silver Robe turn around. Looking at the quiet training ground, restored perfectly as though it had never been destroyed, he spoke with heavy thoughts on his mind.
Yet there was already a trace of gravity in his words.
There was no joy at having everything under control, nor the relief of a successful plan. Instead, there was a hint of doubt, as if the smoothness before him was not truly smooth at all.
He did not sound confident in the slightest.
Not only was he lacking confidence, he was downright uncertain, almost as if he were denying himself.
"Forget it. I'll take it one step at a time. No matter what, advantages and disadvantages no longer mean anything now. Everything happening now is merely a test."
After that somewhat uncertain mutter, the Blood Moon Silver Robe seemed to laugh indifferently. The gravity and uncertainty had vanished from his voice, leaving behind only nonchalance.
The nonchalance of someone certain of victory was filled with confidence.
At the same time, his gaze swept over the training ground again, confirming that there was no one here.
Yes, at this moment, although the entire First Training Ground had somehow rebuilt itself piece by piece after the rubble fell, fitting together seamlessly and looking as though it had never been damaged, the once-noisy crowd had