Clang!
Nearly ten minutes into the battle, White Fang, the Ninja Sword that had become a giant cleaver, finally couldn't take any more and was forcibly snapped in two.
Even with Hatake Sakumo's chakra reinforcing it, White Fang still had its limits.
At the same time, under cover of the dense murderous mists, Tamura Hiroshi flicked a small scroll into a pocket of Hatake Sakumo's flak jacket.
Hatake Sakumo naturally noticed the little move and paused in surprise.
"I have a small gift for Senior Sakumo and little Kakashi. I hope you won't kill anyone from Kumogakure in the future. Just come straight to me for a fight on the battlefield."
After saying this quietly, Tamura Hiroshi leaped backward.
Hatake Sakumo studied the boy for a long moment, then picked up the broken-off tip of his blade and turned to leave.
As a swordsman, there was little point in continuing the fight when his sword was broken.
As for a kunai, it couldn't withstand the edge of that blade.
Uchiha Kagami and the others looked at the broken Ninja Sword in Hatake Sakumo's hand but said nothing.
It wasn't his fault he'd lost. His opponent's sword was simply too strong.
It wasn't just Hatake Sakumo; none of them dared to clash swords with those people from Kumogakure. Fine kunai would break on contact, and even Ninja Swords wouldn't last long.
That was especially true when facing someone like Tamura Hiroshi in a prolonged, high-frequency exchange of blows.
"We'll have to go back and ask Lord Hokage to find a way to reforge White Fang for you."
Looking at the broken sword in his friend's hand, the Shadow Clone of Kurenai Yuhi sighed.
His friend's strength lay entirely in his swordsmanship. Without a sword, his strength would be cut by more