A fierce battle erupted in the Forest of Death.
This place was far from the village, a battlefield Hiruzen Sarutobi had personally chosen.
No matter how intense the fighting became, no one would appear to interrupt.
After exchanging hundreds of blows, the two broke apart, both sporting injuries.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stood where he was, gripping the Adamantine Staff and panting heavily, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
With age, his stamina had declined considerably, and his body could not sustain a prolonged battle.
"You're no match for me."
Uchiha Jin breathed a little heavily as he stared coldly at the old man opposite him.
Killing the Shimura clanspeople earlier and now fighting Hiruzen Sarutobi had consumed a considerable amount of his stamina.
Fortunately, he was young and at his physical peak, so he would not wilt as quickly as the old bastard.
In a battle of endurance alone, he could certainly wear his opponent down to death.
"Heh, you're far too confident."
There was not a trace of despair in Hiruzen Sarutobi's weathered eyes. Instead, they were sharp as blades.
His aged body erupted with speed utterly at odds with his years, and the ground beneath his feet cracked with a thunderous crash.
With a sharp flick of his wrist, the Adamantine Staff suddenly extended by three feet, sweeping toward Jin at tremendous speed, wrapped in wind release chakra and accompanied by an explosive crack as it tore through the air.
The wind from the staff shredded the surrounding air currents, sending shattered stones and dead leaves swirling into the sky.
In an instant, it was right in front of his face.
Uchiha Jin's Mangekyō Sharingan caught the iron staff's trajectory, allowing him to dodge in advance. He leaned backward, and the staff skimmed past the space between