When Miki and her companions arrived at the designated location, someone was already waiting there.
The location was a training ground in Konoha Forest, not directly reporting to the Anbu base.
There was only one reason for this: the Anbu entry exam.
He wore a somewhat goofy dog mask, a sharp Anbu vest, and his sleeveless arms revealed a simple, crimson tattoo.
He had striking white hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head.
Miki and Chiri looked at each other, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
"Ah, it's the Jonin who uses Thousand Years of Death," Chiri recalled after a moment.
She had once learned a jutsu from him and was slightly surprised.
Miki glanced at Chiri, then looked at the Anbu Shinobi.
"Um…" The tall, muscular young man scratched his head awkwardly, looking at the three girls in front of him, and said, "I am your Team Leader Jonin.
Please guide me."
Not a guiding Jonin.
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself properly, like your name?" Miki asked.
"I can't say my name, but you can call me White Fang as a codename," White Fang said, scratching his head.
He then looked at Chiri, shy yet serious, and said, "Thousand Years of Death is my own creation! It's really powerful, right?"
"Wow, what a reliable big brother," Hitomi said sarcastically, crossing her arms.
She was somewhat displeased that the higher-ups had sent such a seemingly unreliable Team Leader Jonin.
Is this really the time to be talking about Thousand Years of Death?
But his Chakra was genuinely low.
Roughly the level of three normal Jonin.
"Hitomi," Miki said indifferently.
"Just kidding, please don't mind it, big brother," Hitomi said, changing her expression and smiling sweetly at White Fang.
White Fang scratched his head and said, "Well, how should I put it, the first impression is quite bad."
"Same here," Hitomi retorted immediately.
"I feel like you guys are quite troublesome," White Fang said, shyly scratching his head, but his words were anything but polite.
"I hope your abilities are equally troublesome," White Fang said, "Otherwise, you'll just have to go back to being Genin."
"Excuse me, big brother, all three of us are Chunin," Hitomi said.
"Uh, sorry."
"White Fang Jonin, didn't Anbu give you our basic information?" Miki asked curiously.
"They did, but I didn't look," White Fang said matter-of-factly, "I think you definitely won't make it into Anbu, at least not under me."
"White Fang Jonin, you're so scary," Chiri said, smiling elegantly.
"Wow, what a super troublesome Jonin," Hitomi sneered, crossing her arms and her face cold, "You'll look adorable when you cry, won't you?"
White Fang ignored these verbal attacks and looked at the leader of the three, Miki.
"Let's postpone the self-introductions for now; there probably won't be any."
"The rules are simple: defeat me, stay; lose, get out, life or death, understood?"
"That's quite simple," Miki replied indifferently.
"Very good," White Fang nodded and said, "I'm starting to appreciate you all."
"Please guide us, Jonin," Miki replied.
The summer wind blew through the forest, making the grass and trees rustle.
"Then, begin."
As the words fell, the four looked at each other.
Slowly, they drew their swords.
White Fang's was a Ninjato, short and blunt.
This type of sword is suitable for clashing with other blades.
Moreover, in the hands of a Shinobi, a blunt blade is not without lethality.
It looked like an ordinary sword, nothing special.
Hitomi still had her luxurious Chakra longsword, single-edged, about 1.2 meters long.
She carelessly held her sword upright in front of her chest, her dark-rimmed eyes slightly narrowed, wearing a black and white Hyuga clan uniform, and wooden clogs on her feet.
Then, she casually pointed the tip of her sword at White Fang.
The distance between them was over thirty meters.
Faintly, White Fang felt a strange sensation, as if the sword tip was piercing directly into his brow.
He couldn't help but glance at Hitomi.
His combat intuition was warning him: it was very dangerous.
"Head-on, huh? You won't win this way; my experience is superior to yours."
Chiri, on the other hand, wore a black female Uchiha clan uniform.
She drew only one longsword, with another short sword tucked at her waist.
She gracefully and elegantly held it horizontally before her eyes, raising her left hand to slowly and calmly form hand seals.
One-handed hand seals?
White Fang was a little surprised.
In his many years in Anbu, he had seen many Shinobi, but this was his first time witnessing such a legendary technique.
However…
"Too slow!"
He said, but most of his attention was still on Miki.
Aburame's Mushi-Hime…
He had heard many related rumors.
She was still dressed in pure white, the only change being her height; she was now a graceful young woman, and the double-edged sword in her hand suited her well.
White Fang waited for them to attack first; as a seasoned Anbu, this was both pride and benevolence.
The room of a strong person.
"We're being underestimated," Hitomi said, displeased.
"Then let's show him," Chiri smiled.
"Formation Three," Miki commanded.
"Understood."
As they spoke, Chiri had already finished her hand seals.
The next second, her entire body dissipated like foam before White Fang, and a flurry of butterflies flew up from her original spot.
White Fang's eyes suddenly narrowed.
This genjutsu!
An unbreakable genjutsu!
Even more troublesome than he imagined!
As a qualified elite Anbu, intelligence was, of course, paramount.
"Die!" With Hitomi's cold shout, a dazzling blue light exploded before his eyes.
Secret Sword: Blue Tip
Crossing a great distance, it rapidly struck towards White Fang's brow.
White Fang couldn't tell from the front, but from the side, it was clear.
A blue blade extended from Hitomi's sword, rapidly flying across a great distance.
It was extremely fast, like a lightning explosion.
Suddenly shifting his body and tilting his head, White Fang dodged the dangerous strike.
At this moment, a crisp clap, accompanied by a sudden hurricane, burst forth in purple smoke.
Insect Secret Technique: Spider's Dance: Haze Formation
This guy!
Aren't her insects highly venomous?
Her companions are still here!
How could she, how dare she!?
This is bad! Intelligence gathering error!
In just a few seconds, a large purple mist spread out.
Forming an absolute dead zone.
White Fang retreated continuously, not wanting to touch such a potent poison at all.
After squatting outside the purple mist, the situation became a stalemate; he couldn't go in, and no one came out.
After a while, White Fang said, "If this continues, you're going to lose."
"Jonin, you didn't say that before," Miki's voice came from within the purple mist.
"The final right of interpretation belongs to me," White Fang said.
"As expected of the big brother who created the ultimate Thousand Years of Death," Hitomi sneered.
The moment her words fell, a crescent moon-like moonlight swept across the ground, flying rapidly.
Secret Sword: Flying Swallow
High-density Chakra was released, its edges thin and sharp, like a blade.
It was much slower than the previous sword technique, but still fast.
However, this level of flying attack was still relatively easy for White Fang.
White Fang did the same, nimbly dodging with a sidestep, but this time…
A chilling coldness silently pressed against his neck, as if calculated in advance, waiting in White Fang's path of evasion.
In an instant, all of White Fang's hair stood on end.
This guy!
That vanished Uchiha!
His thousands of battles of experience, combined with constant vigilance, made his right hand instinctively rise, his short sword blocking the approaching coldness.
But…
There was no sensation of blocking; it was as if he had only blocked an illusion.
A weakness was exposed at this moment.
A sharp sword suddenly extended from the void, viciously thrusting directly at the vital point of his butt from behind.
Ultimate Technique: Thousand Years of Death
In just an instant, cold sweat broke out.
At the same time, the ground beneath his feet cracked open, and a bizarre purple longsword emerged from the earth, aiming directly at his groin.
And the perilous situation at this moment was not over; from within the purple mist in front of him, a graceful and swift sword-wielding figure rushed out.
The sword arrived before the person.
Crossing a great distance, an extended blue blade fiercely cleaved down from directly above his head.
Secret Sword: Quail Drop
These three are too ruthless!
All escape routes were blocked.
Jumping into the air would only be suicide.
In this desperate moment, White Fang shouted urgently.
"I surrender!"
Indeed, fighting three against one was still a bit too difficult.
Looking at the blades that had stopped steadily, pointing at various vital points of his body.
White Fang scratched his head.
"Do we have a grudge?"
They were aiming at his butt or groin, such insidious places.
Who could endure that?
"Jonin, don't joke around; I thought it was truly life or death," Miki's voice came from underground, and her longsword retracted into the ground.
"Well, I just wanted to see it for myself," White Fang said, scratching his head awkwardly.
"You've seen it now, haven't you?" Hitomi snorted.
"You're all pretty strong."
"Jonin, you're truly adorable," Chiri emerged from the void, slowly sheathing her sword, and smiled.
"You seem a bit goofy, is that all? Are you perhaps very weak?" After a beautiful flourish of her sword and a chiburui, tiny Chakra stardust drifted and scattered from her sword.
Unlike Chiri, who sheathed her sword gracefully, Hitomi casually stabbed it, quickly and neatly sheathing her sword, speaking her true feelings.
Miki slowly rose from the ground nearby and said, "A boring test."
As she spoke, the large purple mist, carried by the strong wind, rolled back and surged into Miki's body.
White Fang scratched his head.
Ordinary methods apparently couldn't force out their full strength.
After a brief exchange, White Fang made his judgment.
They were all very strong.
Continuing the fight would only lead to an uncontrollable situation.
Shinobi battles are not games.
In this situation, there was no room to hold back or go easy.
If he wasn't careful, he could really die.
Especially the techniques of these three, each more troublesome and deadly than the last.
White Fang put away his White Fang.
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