Hatake Sakumo's eyes sharpened. His body shifted slightly, but he said nothing, intending to teach this brat who did not know his own limits a lesson.
The next second, dense footsteps suddenly echoed across the sand, and a row of shallow footprints appeared out of nowhere.
But when Sen swept his gaze over them, he could not see anything at all.
It was as though that person had never existed.
Seeing this, Sen quickly activated his Sharingan to observe and predict his opponent's movements. Combined with his Sensory Technique to detect the other man's position, he finally managed to sense his movements.
Not good!
Sen hurriedly raised both hands to block above him, because Hatake Sakumo's attack was already right before his eyes!
Clang!
The two short blades collided.
When Hatake Sakumo saw that his strike had been blocked, his expression changed slightly. Then he increased the force in his hand. Not only was he a full twenty centimeters taller than Sen, his strength was also astonishing. With just one-handed pressure, Sen was already struggling to endure it.
Seeing that he had no advantage in a contest of strength, Sen gathered Chakra in his hand and suddenly lifted his blade. As he leaped backward, he kicked up the yellow sand beneath his feet.
While his opponent raised a hand to block the sand, Sen pushed off again and followed with a thrust!
The Uchiha's blade techniques had been learned from the ninja battlefield. Every move was a killing technique.
Watching Sen thrust through the curtain of sand, Hatake Sakumo waved his left hand to brush it aside, then swung his short blade again and interrupted Sen's attack.
The moment their blades met, Sen felt immense pressure and decisively pulled back to widen the distance.
Hatake Sakumo was in no hurry