And it was at this mont that Sakura once again regained her fighting spirit.
She rushed toward Ino, who had fallen to the other side.
By the ti Ino's spiritual body struggled free from within Sakura's hands and returned to her own body, she had only just gotten up from the ground.
And Sakura had already appeared in front of her.
A punch ca smashing toward her face.
Ino instinctively closed her eyes.
But the pain she expected didn't co. Instead, a gust of strong wind blew against her face, lifting the bangs on her forehead and revealing that delicate little face filled with panic.
When her bangs fell down again, she slowly opened her eyes.
And saw the small pink fist stopped right in front of her.
As the fist lowered, Sakura's slightly smug smile appeared.
Looking at Sakura's smiling face, Ino suddenly thought of the voice she had just heard.
Although it sounded similar to Sakura's, the tone was completely different.
'What was that just now, that can seize control of my body in an instant?'
"Sakura, just now, that was—"
"Ino, I won," Sakura cut off Ino's question.
Ino was stunned for a mont, but quickly realized this wasn't the ti to ask, and turned toward Shiranui Genma, shouting loudly, "I concede."
Seeing that Ino had chosen to concede, Shiranui Genma imdiately announced the result of the match.
"Winner, Haruno Sakura!"
Once the two had left, he looked at the wrecked arena.
He couldn't help but sigh again, calling for the ninja who maintained the arena.
This match had already been the most normal one so far.
"What just happened?"
Nara Shikamaru was a little surprised, Ino's Mind-Body Switch Technique had clearly hit.
Ino had already been ready to make Sakura surrender.
But at the last mont, it was broken.
He knew the Yamanaka clan's secret technique wasn't so easily broken.
He looked toward Aoba, and found that Aoba showed no surprise at all.
Sakura and Ino returned together to the spectator seats.
Ino lowered her head, looking rather downcast.
She felt she was about to win, but suddenly was driven out.
"Ino, it's okay, you perford pretty well just now. Even if you lost, there's still a chance for you to beco a Chunin."
Seeing Ino's low spirits, Aoba reached out and patted her head, speaking softly in comfort, "I'm actually not that upset."
Feeling the gentle, soothing motion, Ino's cheeks flushed slightly.
Her face regained a happy smile.
She hadn't been that unhappy just now, she was just thinking about how she lost.
In her heart, she already had a guess.
'Does Sakura have another personality?'
Ino glanced at Sakura inadvertently.
Sakura only gave her an innocent look. Then she walked to Aoba's side and said softly, "Aoba, I won."
As she spoke, she leaned her head over, her aning was obvious.
Aoba could only reach out with his other hand and stroke Sakura's pink hair.
Sakura's face imdiately showed a satisfied expression.
Ino's lips twitched involuntarily.
She shook her head, knocked Aoba's hand away, and then pulled Sakura toward a secluded corner.
"Sakura, I have sothing to tell you alone."
"Eh?"
Watching Sakura being pulled away, Aoba had already guessed the reason.
Ino must have discovered Sakura's secret of having a second personality.
"What? No one's patting your head so you feel a little sad?"
A teasing voice sounded by Aoba's ear, it was Tenten.
Aoba looked over, seeing her slightly jealous look, and couldn't help but smile, "Still, Tenten's bun hair feels better to pat."
As he spoke, he reached out and pinched the buns on Tenten's head.
Tenten's cheeks reddened, and after letting him pinch for a mont, she knocked his hand away, "Hmph! It's about to be my turn."
"Good luck," Aoba cheered Tenten on.
At this mont, Temari also ca over, "What about ?"
"Uh… good luck to you too," Aoba was montarily stunned, then smiled as he spoke.
A playful look appeared on Temari's face.
"Isn't sothing missing?", She tilted her head slightly as she spoke.
Aoba looked a bit helpless, but still patted her hair.
Tenten was about to say sothing, but Shiranui Genma had already announced that the next match was starting.
"It's ti, you two should get on stage," Aoba said with a smile.
"…", Puffing her cheeks, Tenten jumped straight into the arena.
Temari didn't jump down directly, instead, she took the Giant Folding Fan on her back and fanned a small gust of wind.
Standing on the fan, she floated up with the wind's force.
Under the gaze of all, she landed on the ring in a flashy way.
"So showy," Tenten couldn't help but mutter quietly.
Temari didn't hear Tenten's mutter, but her face still wore a confident smile.
"My ability just happens to counter yours. When you lose later, don't cry, or else Aoba will think I bullied you."
"Who wins and who loses isn't certain yet," Tenten's face was full of defiance.
After the two completed the seal of confrontation, Temari held the Giant Folding Fan without opening it.
"I'll give you the chance to strike first, otherwise the battle will end in an instant."
"What an annoying girl!", Tenten looked very displeased, but took out two scrolls from her ninja tool pouch, and soon the corners of her mouth lifted again.
"But this is a chance you gave ."
Just when Temari thought Tenten would use ninja tools for a long-range attack, Tenten charged straight toward her.
"Hm?", Temari was surprised.
Could it be she thought Temari only knew long-range Wind Release and planned to win with close combat taijutsu?
Then a trace of contempt curled Temari's lips, 'This one is underestimating a Sunagakure ninja too much.'
Temari gripped the handle of the Giant Folding Fan with both hands, preparing for close combat.
If she wanted taijutsu, then Temari would make her recognize the difference in their strength.
But when Tenten was still several steps away from Temari, she suddenly threw the two scrolls in her hands toward her.
"Hm?"
Temari didn't know what trick she was playing, but still held her fan ready to block.
But the opened scrolls wound around like two swimming dragons, bypassing her and crossing behind her.
They ford a ring, surrounding her within.
Temari intended to open her fan to blow the two scrolls away from her sides.
But Tenten's hands quickly swiped across the scrolls.
A black long staff appeared in her hands.
She leapt high into the air, bringing it down toward Temari head-on.
Temari had no choice but to raise the fan to block Tenten's attack.
However, what surprised her again was that Tenten's strike was light and without much force.
At the mont the black staff collided with the Giant Folding Fan, Tenten had already let go of it.
Landing in front of Temari, her hands swiped across the scrolls again.
Two long swords appeared in her hands.
And at this mont, Temari's guard was wide open.
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