After a grueling night, Tamura Hiroshi reassembled his Adamantine Staff armor the next morning and headed straight to the Raikage Office.
The Third Raikage and the others, who had been discussing business, all fixed their eyes on the armor. They were deeply shocked—and then consumed by envy and jealousy.
"When did you make that armor? How come we didn't know?"
Yozuki A was green with envy, and his heart was full of longing.
Fukai looked at his student's dazzling armor, then at his own jōnin uniform. Suddenly, the uniform seemed utterly drab. He, too, was filled with longing.
Even the Third Raikage couldn't help glancing at his own uniform. By comparison, it had no presence at all.
"You'd get attacked wearing that thing on the battlefield."
Dodai voiced his sour opinion. He didn't approve of the armor's design.
The light armor the kid used to wear had been fine, but this new suit was far too conspicuous. Even Dodai wanted to take a swing at it.
"Our Kumogakure shinobi aren't afraid of drawing the enemy's fire."
Tamura Hiroshi wore a proud expression. That was the pride of the people of Kumogakure.
Yozuki A and Fukai wholeheartedly agreed. Kumogakure fought differently from the other ninja villages, favoring head-on charges. They really weren't afraid of attracting enemy fire.
Even the Third Raikage gave a slight nod of agreement. His own fighting style was to charge straight in and meet the enemy head-on. With armor like that, he'd look even more like a Raikage.
He just wondered how well it could protect him.
He wondered—and then put it to the test. He picked up the Spear of Hell leaning nearby, gathered Black Lightning, and swung it across Tamura Hiroshi's breastplate, leaving a shallow mark.
"Not bad!"
The Third Raikage approved as he examined