Just as the young people's morale soared and they prepared for a grand fight, a crisp round of applause suddenly sounded above their heads. "Clap, clap, clap!"
Everyone reflexively looked up, only to see a white figure over two meters tall standing on a tree branch and looking down at them. Who else could it be but Skywalker? In an instant, everyone present—including the elderly jonin—fell silent as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.
"The fiery passion and lofty ambitions of youth really are nostalgic!" Nawaki praised with a smile. "You truly are an ambitious bunch! I have high hopes for you! What are you waiting for? Come defeat me already!"
"Retreat!"
"Attack!"
This time, the elderly jonin and Darui had no coordination whatsoever, issuing two completely opposite orders at the same time. The young Cloud Ninja, fearless as newborn calves, all charged Nawaki without hesitation!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." All kinds of ninja tools shot toward Nawaki. Their aim was not particularly good, but the barrage looked overwhelming and imposing.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft..." Several dull impacts rang out as Nawaki was struck several times and fell from the branch.
Seeing that their first strike had succeeded, the rookies erupted into excited cheers.
"We did it!"
"We defeated Skywalker!"
"Yeah! We won!"
The elderly jonin was far less optimistic than they were and shouted urgently, "Watch out!"
Darui also wore a grave expression, without the slightest hint of joy.
The youths looked at him in confusion, unable to understand why he was so tense.
Just then, Nawaki suddenly appeared before the elderly jonin in the middle of the crowd. Smiling, he said, "The one who should be careful is you. Mr. Jonin, could you do me a favor and make these little ones surrender?"
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