"Not bad, not bad. My teaching has been quite effective after all—haven't the Uchiha and Hyuga joined forces?" Sarutobi Toru murmured with a smile at the corner of his lips.
Well, they had no choice but to join forces! Faced with a true demon instructor like Sarutobi Toru, what the hell did the awkwardness between Hyuga Hiashi and Uchiha Fugaku matter?
When Uchiha Fugaku had first started training, he had been tormented to the point of losing control of his bladder and bowels. After experiencing something so close to social death, he had long thrown things like clan honor all the way to Jawa.
Having nearly died several times and witnessed Uchiha Fugaku's miserable state, Hyuga Hiashi naturally put away all that so-called pride and honestly began practicing teamwork with Uchiha Fugaku.
However, even though the three worked together in perfect coordination and all possessed considerable strength, they still fell somewhat short against this group of forty or fifty ninja.
After all, they were only eleven- or twelve-year-old children, not yet at the peak of their strength. Although mercenary ninja varied greatly in quality, a large ninja group of forty or fifty people needed at least three or four Jōnin-level leaders and over a dozen Chunin-level core combatants. Their true combat power was practically no weaker than that of some small ninja villages.
At first, these ninja may have underestimated them and been caught off guard, allowing the trio to gain the upper hand. But once they reacted and formed a combat formation, the three disciples gradually began to struggle.
Seeing that his three disciples were covered in wounds and could no longer hold on, Sarutobi Toru nodded to himself. "That's about enough. Being able to fight to this extent means they've passed!"
With that thought, lightning flared across his