Anyo sat cross-legged in the center of the training ground, his entire being as still as an ancient well as he regulated his body and breathing.
Since Heiye was so formidable, Anyo naturally had to give him his full attention.
And so he waited from morning until evening. The moon had risen halfway into the sky, yet no one had come.
Somewhat puzzled, Anyo stood up. It seemed no one would come today. He sighed and leaped up, preparing to leave.
Just then, an intense warning surged through Anyo's mind. Three powerful Blade Lights struck like phantoms, hurtling toward him with lightning speed while his attention was elsewhere. At that moment, one of his feet rested on a branch while the other hung in the air, poised to carry him forward. He had nowhere to push off from.
Boom!
Without question, the branch was instantly pulverized by the Blade Lights. But once the dust cleared, Anyo had vanished.
"Huh?"
A startled sound came from the darkness. Clearly, he had been the one to unleash those Blade Lights—Konoha Style: Dance of the Crescent Moon. Suddenly, the newcomer turned the long sword in his hand and sent dozens of Blade Lights toward a tree, snorting coldly. "Over here?"
Bang...
The tree snapped at the sound, and Anyo leaped out, his eyes beneath his Anbu mask fixed coldly on the newcomer.
Without question, Heiye had actually arrived long ago, but had been unable to find an opening until the instant Anyo prepared to leave. And his first strike had been a killing blow. Had Anyo's sensitivity to danger not risen to a terrifying level during the Second Shinobi World War, that attack would have injured him.
Heiye held a long sword, his entire body shrouded in black mist. It was impossible even to