"Ruri, how much longer do you think this battle will last?" Momokusa Harukawa asked as she stood beside Ruri.
"I'm not sure. That Anbu ninja's strength isn't to be underestimated, either. Besides, I'm very familiar with Itachi's strength, so it's hard to say how much longer their fight will last! But I believe Itachi will definitely be the one left standing!" Ruri told Momokusa Harukawa with a smile.
"Hmph, what a bunch of idiots. Hoping to make a laughingstock of my Uchiha Clan? What wishful thinking! He's my own child. Wouldn't I know how strong he is?" Just then, a figure appeared at the very back of the spectator stands. It was Uchiha Itachi's father, Uchiha Fugaku.
This guy must be almost finished setting up his trap by now... Uchiha Itachi surveyed his surroundings. Many Ruowu and Shuriken had already been embedded in concealed spots. He had long since seen through that man's fighting methods, so this situation meant nothing to him at all.
Just as Uchiha Itachi had thought, after throwing his last Shuriken, the Anbu ninja swiftly retreated several steps, only stopping five or six meters away. Then he looked at Uchiha Itachi, still smiling, his eyes narrowed to slits as always.
"Uchiha Itachi, you said earlier that my fighting methods weren't worthy of consideration, didn't you? Now it looks like you're certain to lose!" At that moment, the Anbu ninja opened his eyes, which he had kept narrowed all this time. Even a killing machine who had undergone rigorous training would feel angry when mocked by a six-year-old child.
The only difference between him and ordinary people was that he was better at hiding his anger. Until he achieved his objective, he would not let the anger in his heart show.
"Oh, so you finally can't keep