Seeing that the path toward Hidan was blocked, Kakuzu stopped and looked at the two men before him. He seemed to sense danger from them, and even his expression turned serious.
The ninja blade White Fang in Kakashi's hand was coated in white lightning. It gave off not only an intimidating hum, but also an aura of danger.
At the sight, Kakuzu's pupils contracted slightly, and he began to regard Kakashi with caution:
"White Fang's sword techniques. Kakashi, it seems you inherited your father's sword techniques after all. But as White Fang's son, I wonder how much of his former splendor you can ultimately recreate?"
Kakuzu had not spent all those years idling away. Not only did he have vast experience, but he had also witnessed most of the outstanding figures of each era and their signature techniques.
As a leading figure of his era in Konoha, White Fang had once reached peak Kage level. Naturally, Kakuzu had already witnessed his incomparably sharp Hatake Swordsmanship, so he recognized it the moment Kakashi used it.
At Kakuzu's words, a flicker of pain passed through Kakashi's eyes. He gripped the ninja blade White Fang tightly and spoke with resolve:
"My swordsmanship naturally falls short of my father's. But to keep from disgracing his name, I will give it everything I have, even if it costs me my life."
After Kakashi finished speaking, his eyes settled into a state of focus and calm. Yet there was something inexplicable about that calm. Even the hum of the ninja blade in his hand gradually deepened, until it became almost imperceptible, like a giant beast closing its jaws only to clamp down hard on its enemy in the next instant.
As the sound of Kakashi's blade faded, Kakuzu felt himself firmly locked onto. He understood that