As the smoke cleared, seven ninja blades of wildly different designs lay neatly arranged on the open ground below.
"Clan Head, are you... planning to redistribute these seven ninja blades?"
A smile appeared on Hona's face as he asked eagerly.
Mo nodded without denying it.
In truth, he felt that aside from Hiramekarei and Samehada, the other five of the seven ninja blades were more or less just there to make up the numbers. Their abilities were not particularly suited to traditional Uchiha-style experts either.
But the Uchiha Clan had many powerful members and no shortage of geniuses. In Mo's view, finding seven people capable of wielding the Seven Ninja Blades would not be difficult. It would also be a good opportunity to raise the Uchiha Clan's overall strength.
"Can I try one?" Hona stared at the ninja blades on the ground with burning eyes, clearly eager to give them a go.
He himself was a Jonin skilled in swordsmanship, so naturally, he had some expectations upon seeing the legendary Seven Ninja Blades.
"Wait for Shisui first." Mo glanced at Hona and answered calmly.
"Alright!" Hona nodded at once, without the slightest complaint.
The clan's Jonin saw nothing, heard nothing, and raised no objections to this blatant abuse of public resources for private gain.
Soon, Fugaku entered the large tent with a young man whose right eye was wrapped in bandages following behind him.
"Nii-san!"
Shisui waved and quickly passed Fugaku, arriving before Uchiha Mo. He pointed at his bandaged right eye.
"My own eye has already been put back in. The doctor said it would be best to let my Sharingan rest for a week before using it again."
Mo nodded and pointed at the seven ninja blades below.
"Pick one."
Shisui turned around and looked over the strangely