Whoosh!
Tobitake Tonbo hovered in midair, watching the battle below.
The battle between Danzo and Sasuke.
He was preparing to steal the kill.
Based on his gaming experience, stealing a kill by catching someone off guard was definitely more satisfying than getting a pentakill.
Even if his teammates cursed him for it, it did not matter. Sasuke was not a teammate for the time being.
Rumble!
The battle below was incredibly fierce.
One side unleashed an ultimate move with negative buffs, while the other used skills that consumed materials.
One relied on grinding, while the other relied on spending money.
It was far more exciting than watching it in the anime.
Danzo brought out his seasoned combat experience, along with all sorts of tactics.
It made Tobitake Tonbo look at him in a new light.
The old bastard really did have some skill.
He was not as hopeless as imagined.
Of course, their little friend Sasuke had also shown his genius.
"But there's a reason Danzo will lose!"
Ninjas were naturally a profession that heavily depended on combat experience, and that was Danzo's advantage.
But youth had its advantages too. Not to mention Sasuke possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan, and his reaction speed was insanely good.
Tobitake Tonbo recalled something from his previous life.
It was when he played a game called CrossFire.
He had been young back then. When he saw all the enemies coming out, he fired a shot and took one of them down. Then he opened the enemy's profile and saw that the player was a very high level.
"How can someone this high level be so bad?"
He had mocked the other player through the screen.
But ten years later, after entering society and returning to play CrossFire again, he had barely stepped out of the