Do You Two Want to Dance Too?

The torrential rain was still pouring down.

The mud and water of the Abandoned Training Ground had been trampled into a complete mess.

Shattered glass, broken wooden frames, and scorched turf were mixed together. It looked nothing like the Ninja Academy—more like it had just been plowed over by an array of Explosive Tags.

Obito was half-kneeling in the mud, his chest heaving violently.

After saying, "There has always been no one behind me," his entire demeanor changed.

Ye looked down at him, his expression somewhat strange.

Why did that line sound so familiar?

This kid didn't sneak onto a film set ahead of time, did he?

On the other side, Kakashi rose from the mud.

He casually wiped the rain from his face, his right hand slowly reaching behind his back.

He drew his newly replaced Short Sword bit by bit.

As the blade left its sheath, rainwater slid down its edge.

Kakashi stared at Ye with his dead-fish eyes, his voice low. "Ye, don't stop us."

Obito also lifted his head, his gaze cold. "Ye, if you insist on getting in the way, don't blame me for attacking you."

By the second-floor windows, a group of students collectively froze.

Wait, weren't those two just fighting for their lives, like they wanted to chew each other alive?

Why had they suddenly formed a united front the moment Ye stepped in?

Was this the Shinobi World version of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend"?

Ye glanced at Obito gritting his teeth on the left, then at Kakashi drawing his sword on the right.

He stared blankly for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

He raised a hand to smooth back his rain-soaked bangs, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

With both hands in his pockets, Ye