Time slipped by; the years flew past.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had gone by.
It was now early July.
That afternoon.
Somewhere in the forest.
The sounds of fighting rang out.
Following the noise, two figures could be seen weaving together. One was Qian, and the other was Uchiha Tekka.
Qian held a long blade, his body moving like a ghost as he appeared now in front of Uchiha Tekka, now behind him, now to his left or right.
Uchiha Tekka pushed his Three-Tomoe Sharingan to its limit, doing everything he could to follow Qian's every move while constantly swinging the kunai in his hand to block.
Clang, clang, clang—
The long blade and kunai collided, letting out a rapid string of crisp metallic clashes.
However, a defense held too long was bound to fail. With Uchiha Tekka defending so passively, he ultimately did not last much longer.
When the fight reached around the five-minute mark, Qian seized an opening. His Flash Sword Technique shifted his direction, and his Illusion Sword Technique affected Tekka's senses.
Then he thrust out with one slash, stopping the blade before Tekka's throat.
Feeling the sharp aura coming from the blade tip, Uchiha Tekka hurriedly froze in place, not daring to move a muscle.
Seeing this, Qian turned his wrist and withdrew the long blade.
Ahead of him, Uchiha Tekka finally moved. He lowered the kunai in his hand, sighed softly, and said, "Sigh! Qian, how exactly do you train? I haven't slacked off during this time either, so why does it feel like the gap between us is getting bigger and bigger?"
Hearing this, Qian only smiled without saying anything. What could he say? Was he supposed to say, *Brother, stop making things hard for yourself. I've