Three Shuriken flew toward Ayato from different directions.
The Shuriken Sasuke threw were not particularly fast, but as expected of an Uchiha descendant, his Shuriken techniques were exceptionally refined even now.
However, having already seen Sasuke's movements, Ayato had swiftly formed three hand seals.
I won. The moment the Shuriken struck Ayato, Sasuke suddenly realized something was wrong. His opponent was not Itachi. Even if he wanted revenge, he should not have hurt Ayato.
Had he taken his anger out on someone uninvolved? Sasuke's eyes widened.
Before he could remain distracted any longer, Ayato's figure dispersed, turning into a log that fell to the ground. Several marks from the Shuriken were clearly visible on it.
"What?!!" Sasuke's pupils abruptly contracted. It was the Substitution Technique! Why did he know that? They had not even been taught it yet!
Even during the first half of the term, Sasuke had mainly trained his physique. At home, he had only learned how to throw Shuriken. The only ninjutsu he knew was the Fire Release his father had taught him at the end of the term—and that was only because he had failed to take first place. His father had taught it to him so he could catch up to Ayato!
Where was he?
Sasuke rapidly scanned his surroundings, but it was already too late.
He felt his wrist being gripped by a hand like an iron clamp. The grip alone sent intense pain through his wrist, let alone any possibility of resisting.
The next moment, the world spun around him. After a burst of pain, he discovered that his arms had been forcibly twisted behind his back and pinned there by one of Ayato's hands.
Sasuke himself had also been pressed to the ground by Ayato.
"Tch, this was just an ordinary spar.