Encounter

As more and more ninja chose to reconcile for the time being, the cheers around them grew increasingly fervent. Everyone felt their blood begin to boil, goosebumps rapidly rising across their skin.

Uchiha Saburo looked at the surrounding crowd, his left hand resting on his right shoulder as he slowly stretched his body. Then he said to the Uchiha clansmen behind him.

"After all these years, This Old One feels that long-lost passion again!"

"We should have made ourselves a set of armor!" Uchiha Ryoichi stepped forward. He looked at his thin clothes, then at the armor worn by those around him, and continued, "This Old One rather likes that Warring States Armor. I wanted to have some made, but the village politely declined."

Ma Dou gave the two men a speechless look, then raised his head to the clear blue sky and could not help sighing.

The village had issued them green flak jackets, but the people of the clan had refused them. They insisted on displaying the Uchiha's style in this Fourth Shinobi World War.

Bang!!

The next second.

A cloud of white smoke rose up, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

When the smoke cleared, they saw a pile of old-fashioned armor on the ground. Uchiha Ryoichi then walked over, took the top set, and put it on.

"Cat Granny really is the best. As long as there's money to be made, she can make anything for you. Good thing our Uchiha have deep pockets, or we couldn't have custom-ordered this much armor."

Uchiha Saburo: ???

He stared at the pile of Warring States Armor, his mind going blank for a moment.

Warring States Armor was different from later armor. It not only cost a fortune to produce, but its protective qualities were mediocre as well. Otherwise, it would