Good grief, with such a huge label slapped on me, if I didn't become Hokage, I'd practically be a criminal.
Elder Itachi said forcefully, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
You've already said all the nice things... Aokiji thought to himself and timidly said, "What about the Kusanagi Sword...?"
Elder Itachi replied blandly, "That depends on how you perform from now on..."
Aokiji's face lit up. He had only asked casually, never expecting the Uchiha Clan to actually possess such a divine weapon. As expected of a great clan—they even had something like the Kusanagi Sword.
"Um... Elder Itachi, shall we continue training?"
Elder Itachi narrowed his eyes. "You want to keep dancing?"
Uh...
Aokiji thought that this old man truly deserved to be the one who had once guided Uchiha Madara. Even the way he spoke was exactly the same.
Following his lead, Aokiji said, "Every day not spent dancing is a betrayal of life."
"Hmph, that sounds fairly convincing." Elder Itachi glanced at him and smiled. "Begin."
Aokiji howled and charged forward, going all out.
He had thought that after his strength had improved so much over the years, he could at least fight this decrepit old man buried waist-deep in Kitsuchi to a draw.
Later, he realized how naive he had been.
Fine...
His opponent was eight taels of gold, while he was half a jin of scrap iron.
It was getting late. The sun slanted westward, and the lingering sunset was blood-red.
Elder Itachi said blandly, "That's enough for today."
Covered in injuries, Aokiji said he had no problem with that. He had long wanted to go home and lie down in bed. Just as he was about to take his leave, Elder Itachi apparently had no intention of letting him leave immediately. He