"This blade was named Dragon Army. It was three chi and two cun long, weighed ten jin and nine liang, and was formed from the essence of the Dragon Pulse's origin. When it moved, the earth veins surged; when it emerged, all things bowed their heads. Its chops could split the stars; its horizontal swings could shake mountains and rivers."
Anrokuzan looked at the world-destroying Black Dragon he had condensed with the power of the Dragon Pulse, certain that Uchiha Gin could never survive his all-out killing blow. Then, with an arrogant look, he began introducing the viciously shaped dragon-headed great machete in his hand.
"Roar!"
Facing the energy Giant Dragon that had churned the entire street into chaos, Uchiha Gin did not use the Flying Thunder God Technique to dodge as Minato and the others imagined. Instead, he very calmly and slowly drew the Black Wooden Sword at his waist, which looked like nothing more than an ornament.
"Heh, did you pick up that bargain-bin thing from some secondhand shop?"
Anrokuzan glanced disdainfully at the cheap-looking wooden sword in Uchiha Gin's hand and could not help mocking him.
Lifting up the black wooden sword, Uchiha Gin's eyes were filled with reminiscence.
Counting the years, this divine weapon had been by his side for more than fifty years, yet he had never introduced its great name to anyone.
Today, he would make the great name of the divine weapon in his hand resound throughout the entire Ninja World.
With practiced ease, Uchiha Gin spun a beautiful flourish and held the Black Wooden Sword upright before him. One man and one blade looked especially tiny against the backdrop of the ferocious Giant Dragon.
Yet for some reason, when the people behind him looked at his back, like duckweed adrift in the