This Old Man Is Acting Suspicious

Sasuke stood in place, his eyes locked dead on the center of the training ground.

The shurikenjutsu from just now had reached a remarkably high level of precision and force, completely beyond the standard Naruto used to be able to output.

Temari stood nearby, nudging Kankuro with her elbow and asking in a lowered voice.

Kankuro twitched the corner of his mouth, his tone somewhat unhappy.

He admitted that the kid did indeed have some skills; just looking at that round of throwing made it obvious that the basics were practiced quite solidly.

Temari added another sentence, asking how he compared to Kankuro.

Kankuro glanced at Sasuke and stayed silent, but his expression already spoke volumes.

He knew clearly in his heart that this brat of the Uchiha Clan was definitely no lower than himself in taijutsu.

Sasuke ignored the discussion nearby, his gaze remaining glued to Naruto.

Since when had that loser become so capable of fighting?

No, not just Naruto; even Sakura seemed like a completely different person.

The angle of her punches and the rhythm of her footwork both exuded an indescribable fierceness.

It had only been a few days since they last saw each other, so what on earth had these two experienced?

After the exercise ended, the four of them returned to the meeting point, and after waiting for about an hour, Kakashi finally strolled over leisurely.

He scratched the back of his head, offering an apology in that tone that sounded entirely made up on the spot, explaining that he had run into an old lady wanting to cross the road on the way here, which delayed him.

Sasuke didn't even lift an eyelid.

He could guess this routine excuse with his toes.

While Kakashi brushed them off with perfunctory words, his gaze swept