The Final Divine Art

"Please, Chief, teach us!!"

The monks cried out in unison, their attitudes earnest and their gazes sincere.

The dissatisfaction they had felt earlier because Guy lacked seniority—

had long since vanished after witnessing firsthand the mysteries of the "Shaolin Lion's Roar," the "Precept-Breaking Blade Technique," and the "Mercy Blade Technique."

All that remained now was a burning desire for these powerful Buddhist arts.

Guy stood atop a massive boulder and nodded faintly.

Since he had brought out these techniques, he had intended to teach them.

But there was no need to rush.

He planted the Executioner's Blade, gleaming with a chilling cold light, before him.

Its tip lightly touched the ground, producing a dull thud.

"Everyone."

Guy swept his gaze across the crowd, his voice calm.

"Do you know the origin of this blade?"

The monks looked at one another, and for a moment, no one spoke.

Its design was savage, and its baleful aura was overwhelming.

One look was enough to tell that it was no ordinary weapon.

But as most of the monks had lived in the temple for years, they did not know exactly what it was.

Chiriku frowned slightly and carefully examined the great blade.

After hesitating for a moment, he spoke.

"This blade has a peculiar design—broad, massive, and... suffused with an unrelenting bloody killing intent."

"Could it be... one of Kirigakure's Seven Ninja Swords of legend, the Executioner's Blade?"

Guy nodded and declared loudly, "That's right! This blade is one of Kirigakure's seven legendary ninja swords—the Executioner's Blade!"

The entire crowd erupted in uproar!

"What?! It's actually that peerless vicious blade!"

"Legend says it has drunk the blood of countless people, with the souls of the dead entwined around it. The more blood it drinks, the stronger it becomes!"

"The Chief's weapon is actually