In Aburame Tetsumaru's view, the Tailed Beasts had to be products of miracles. Otsutsuki Hagoromo's attempts had definitely numbered more than nine; only these nine had succeeded.
As for why there were only nine, that would have to be asked of him personally. Perhaps soul division had reached its limit, or perhaps his capacity to control souls had reached its limit. In any case, it was not an important question.
Aburame Tetsumaru looked at Otsutsuki Hagoromo, who had just eaten his fill of bamboo shoot pork slices. A nine-year-old child simply felt different from a bearded man.
All that collagen, paired with eyes unable to conceal their ancient weariness, made Otsutsuki Kaguya unconsciously raise the arm holding the bamboo strip higher—and bring it down a little faster.
If that bamboo strip had merely looked like bamboo, it would have long since been split into countless fine threads by such forceful swings.
By the third strike, Otsutsuki Hagoromo had noticed the issue. After seeing the shock and fury in his eyes, Aburame Tetsumaru deliberately explained where the bamboo strip had come from.
That was right. Aburame Tetsumaru had made it specifically for this purpose.
The bamboo strip had been woven from carbon-chain carbon fiber. Aburame Tetsumaru had pursued perfection in its craftsmanship; the entire strip had been repeatedly interlaced and woven from a single carbon fiber.
In other words, this four-foot bamboo strip was one carbon-chain molecule.
During the final shaping process, Aburame Tetsumaru had also used the principle of Rupert's Drop to reinforce its surface hardness, enough for it to withstand the impact of a 100-millimeter armor-piercing shell.
He had also used warp-and-weft weaving to strengthen the toughness of its internal structure. Even bent to ninety degrees, it would not break.
It was undeniably a masterpiece meant to be passed