"Hey! Are you looking down on me? Why'd you give me a defective one?!"
Uzumaki Kuming stared blankly at the armor in his hands, a huge crack running through it. Anger surged inside him. All he'd done was lightly tap the armor with the Heavenly Feather Blade, yet it had cracked so badly.
Even if the armor was made of plastic, it shouldn't have been this fragile. The only explanation was that they'd given him a defective one.
The attendant who'd just handed Kuming the armor was stunned too. He hadn't expected such a light tap to leave such a long crack.
"N-no... that's impossible!"
"All the armor is made by the Arsenal. This kind of thing absolutely shouldn't happen!"
The attendant hurriedly tried to explain. Seeing how nervous he was, Yuhi Shinku glanced at the Heavenly Feather Blade in Kuming's hand and said in a low voice, "Kuming, don't rush to judgment. I don't think the problem is with the armor."
Kuming noticed Shinku looking at his weapon and replied, displeased, "Are you saying I'm making trouble on purpose?"
"My weapon is sharp, but it's not that sharp."
"Could it be..."
Kuming lowered his head and examined the damaged armor closely. He spotted the remains of a Cursed Seal formation on it.
"I see. The Heavenly Feather Blade pierced the defensive barrier on the armor, triggering this chain reaction."
As Kuming pondered the situation, a middle-aged man's voice sounded behind him.
"Who is it? Who's causing trouble with our Guard Squad?"
The newcomer was a thirty-four-year-old man. His beard was scruffy, but his face was remarkably clean. His little eyes darted about as he sized Kuming up. He was powerfully built, and must have stood nearly two meters tall.
The muscles straining against his Anbu uniform looked ready to