Just then, Uchiha Yato's words were like a stone cast into a calm lake, drawing the attention of everyone around him.
Those who had been chatting among themselves all turned to look in Uchiha Yato's direction.
Uchiha Yato stood at the center of the crowd with a smile on his face and said to everyone, "I'm sure you all enjoyed the spar between the First Hokage and me just now." His voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.
Hearing Uchiha Yato's words, everyone nodded in agreement.
After all, that battle had been truly spectacular. Whether in combat skill or ninja strength, both had stood at the very pinnacle, a clash between ninjas who could practically be called the peak of this era.
One side had been Uchiha Yato, representing the pinnacle of ninjas in their era.
The other had been the First Hokage, a ninja who had stood at the very top during the Warring States period—or rather, in the early days after the village had been founded.
How could such a match not set their blood boiling?
However, just as everyone was still immersed in the afterglow of that incredible battle, Uchiha Yato abruptly changed the subject and continued.
"Still, Old Man Madara beside me seems a little dissatisfied with the result just now." As he spoke, he glanced at Madara Uchiha beside him, a faint smile on his lips.
When Madara Uchiha heard Uchiha Yato say that, he felt a trace of displeasure, but he had to admit that Uchiha Yato was right.
He truly was unwilling to accept the outcome of that battle. If they did not fight again, he would likely never be able to let it go.
Then Uchiha Yato suddenly changed the subject again.
"Next, we'll have another match. This time,