Might Guy sat on the ridge between the fields while Bieshu Feifan massaged his calves.
"Guy, remember, don't think about beating him.
As long as you don't lose, you win."
Might Duy was also behind Guy, massaging his shoulders.
"Guy, remember, neither your arms nor your legs can reach him.
Don't think about attacking. Focus on defense."
Kakashi was beside Guy, massaging his hands too.
"Guy, remember, focus on staying mobile.
You're good at taijutsu, and that Richuan Taiban fellow is a little frail. Make full use of your advantage."
Guy kept nodding without saying a word.
His eyes stayed fixed on Richuan Taiban a short distance away, his gaze solemn.
Guy had never imagined that one day, as a genin, he would face one of his school's former teachers.
Although this teacher had never taught him, Guy still felt immense pressure.
On the other side, Richuan Taiban also watched Guy, taking deep breaths.
He absolutely could not lose this match.
Otherwise, he, Richuan Taiban, would have no authority left in this team at all.
Soon, both sides were ready.
Guy held his Nunchaku, and Richuan Taiban held a kunai.
They looked at each other, both wearing solemn expressions.
Both sides had reasons they could not lose this contest.
Suddenly, whoosh!
Richuan Taiban was the first to throw a shuriken.
Guy easily blocked it with his Nunchaku.
Richuan Taiban seized the opportunity to charge, hoping to overwhelm Guy in an instant.
But Guy refused to clash with him head-on and swiftly darted away to open up some distance.
Richuan Taiban hurried after him, and Guy kept running.
And so, as the match went on, it turned into a game of chase.
Guy ran ahead, with Richuan Taiban chasing behind.
Meanwhile, Bieshu Feifan and the other two stood to the side,