A dim underground space.
Clang! Clang!
"Not enough, not enough, not enough. As a ninja,
your actions cannot be predictable to others. You must use feints.
The more you consider, the greater your chances of survival."
Orochimaru held a sword in his mouth, crossing it against the Kusanagi Sword in Sasuke's hand before finally pressing his blade to Sasuke's neck.
Sasuke was much more mature now. He was no longer the childish boy he had once been and was already growing into an adult.
He did not look pleased by Orochimaru's words.
Yet he learned everything Orochimaru taught him.
"Again."
Sasuke said impatiently.
His current strength was still too weak. Even with the Cursed Seal activated, he had no ability to fight back before Orochimaru.
"Hehehe, very good. I hope you won't disappoint my training,
otherwise, it will be difficult for me to kill Itachi and avenge your Uchiha clansmen!"
Orochimaru put away his sword and laughed with his tongue hanging out.
"You don't need to tell me. I'll kill that man with my own hands." Sasuke clenched his fists.
"You're still far from ready. It's not merely a matter of combat experience.
The development of your Sharingan is far too inferior to your brother's.
I hope that, a year and a half from now, you will be a body that satisfies me.
You are still far from unlocking all your potential."
Although Sasuke's combat experience was already formidable and he had even made many moves that surprised Orochimaru,
for a ninja like Orochimaru, his actions were still far too obvious.
At those words, Sasuke clenched his fists tighter.
He had great confidence in the power of the Sharingan, but when facing experts like Tobitake Tonbo and Orochimaru, he always felt that the Sharingan was still lacking something.
"Rest assured,