That was... it would hardly ever break.
Its sturdiness was beyond imagination. There was no need to fear wearing down its durability at all.
That alone qualified it as a divine weapon.
What was more, every Kusanagi Sword possessed exceptional sharpness, though the degree of sharpness varied.
"I'll study it properly once we're back..."
Akira Sarutobi calmly slung the blade over his back.
The other companions around him kept casting respectful looks his way.
He had negotiated with Lord Kazekage, taken the lead in battle, and killed the Tsuchikage's second son in just a few moves all by himself. With such qualities... he was already qualified for a higher position.
The following night.
Faraway Sunagakure.
It was deep into the night, and all was silent.
"Lord Kazekage, thanks for the effort..."
The door to the Kazekage's Office was gently pushed open.
Sasori entered carrying a tray.
Even late at night, the Third Kazekage was still reviewing official documents.
Sasori glanced over and slowly placed the tray on the desk.
"Sasori, is it..."
The Third Kazekage looked up, a smile in his eyes.
"What is it? Has Lady Chiyo gone to rest?"
Usually, Chiyo would be the one bringing him a midnight snack or some refreshing tea at this hour.
Today, however, Sasori had come instead.
"Lord Kazekage, Grandma has gotten older recently. And after seeing Konoha's White Fang appear, she inevitably became somewhat depressed..."
"Mm."
The Third Kazekage's expression shifted slightly.
He, too, deeply regretted the deaths of Chiyo's son and daughter-in-law.
Her enemy was right before her, yet she had to consider the bigger picture. Such was the fate of those at the top.
Picking up the teacup, the Third Kazekage drained it in one gulp.
Throughout the process, Sasori stared intently at his movements, afraid of missing