The next day.
Aomizu took Shisui to their family’s long-dusty armory.
For Ninja Academy students, kunai and shuriken were essential ninja tools, but katanas were rarely brought to school.
In most cases, a katana was an advanced weapon only utilized by shinobi of Chunin rank or higher who possessed a family-inherited sword technique.
Furthermore, for Aomizu, who was proficient in Water Style, there was not much need for a katana in close-quarters combat.
But after Tobirama Senju had been so deeply moved by Aomizu’s grand, seemingly genuine Will of Fire that he yielded a sword technique…
finding a handy katana made perfect sense.
Besides…
Aomizu glanced at Shisui, whose face was flush with uncontrollable excitement, and smiled faintly.
“Shisui, if you wanted the weapons in here, you should have just told me earlier.
Everything in our family belongs to you too…” Due to Kagami Uchiha’s untimely death and their parents’ early demise in the Second Shinobi World War, this particular branch of the family had dwindled down to just the two brothers, Aomizu and Shisui.
The vast family estate had been inherited solely by them.
Even if they chose not to become shinobi, they would still be wealthy young masters.
Shisui chuckled, his face turning strangely warm.
He said nothing, only using his pleading eyes to urge Aomizu to hurry up and open the armory.
In truth, Shisui hadn’t mentioned wanting weapons to Aomizu before because he was worried that his outstanding talent in swordplay might inadvertently hurt Aomizu, who was still a dead-last at the time, and drive a wedge between them.
But after Aomizu used his sheer strength to remind Shisui why he was the younger brother, Shisui’s mindset had shifted.
He became cheerful and lively, and he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being protected.
Aomizu shrugged, paying Shisui’s blushing no mind.
He slowly drew a palm-sized copper key, inserted it into the heavy keyhole, and turned it.
*Click.* Aomizu opened the armory door and looked around carefully, a pleasant surprise coloring his face.
This was a dazzling arsenal filled with iconic Uchiha Clan-exclusive ninja tools: half-man-tall Fuma Shuriken, kusarigama, various katanas, scrolls, explosive tags, smoke bombs, heavy armor from the Warring States Period, and secret texts regarding dojutsu and ninjutsu.
As for ordinary kunai and shuriken, none were to be found here.
Clearly, everything stored here was either an expensive ninja tool or possessed high collectible value.
*”As expected of Kagami Uchiha.
Even though he died after being clan leader for only a few months, his family assets are incredibly rich…”* Aomizu marveled in his mind, sizing up the katanas hanging on the wall one by one.
Although they had been sealed in this armory for a long time and dust had inevitably settled on the blades, every sword here still radiated a chilling, murderous aura, as if they had drunk their fill of enemy blood.
Shisui’s eyes sparkled.
He looked around the armory in excitement, quickly picking up one of the swords to brandish it, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Aomizu, however, focused his gaze on a tachi hanging right in the middle of the wall.
This sword had a blade of piercing, cold white.
The edge was exceptionally sharp, to the point where merely looking at it seemed to make one’s skin tingle with pain.
Whose sword was this?
Aomizu pondered.
Any katana appearing here had to belong to some famous Uchiha from the Warring States Period.
“Dora-Tobirama, do you recognize this sword?” Aomizu blinked, remembering a man who might understand the Uchiha even better than the Uchiha themselves, and asked him directly.
“You have quite an eye, kid…” Following Aomizu’s gaze, Tobirama Senju stared at the katana with a complicated expression.
It was a blade he had once been all too familiar with.
“This is one of Izuna Uchiha’s swords.
Its name is ‘Muramasa.’ It used to give me a great deal of trouble.” Aomizu’s eyes lit up instantly.
Izuna Uchiha’s personal sword?
That was a rare treasure indeed!
But why hadn’t Madara Uchiha taken this sword with him back then?
Had he run out of time, or was he afraid of being reminded of his deceased brother…?
Without letting his mind wander any further, Aomizu took it down from the wall and turned it over in his hand.
Whether in terms of weight, balance, or sharpness, this blade was impeccable.
Feeling Tobirama Senju inside him while looking at this sword, Aomizu couldn’t help but feel a bit…
odd.
What was this setup?
Using Tobirama Senju’s ninjutsu, yet wielding Izuna Uchiha’s gear…
The combination of the two was Aomizu~ “Tobirama, is there anything special about this sword?” Aomizu swung the Muramasa, making a sharp whistling sound through the air.
“To be honest, I’d prefer your Sword of the Thunder God.
This sword feels average, not as good as yours…” Although he was very satisfied with the Muramasa, Aomizu tactfully flattered the white-haired old man.
After all, a sword had to have transformation capabilities or special effects to look cooler.
“Greedy brat…” Tobirama Senju snorted in displeasure, but the slight curve of his lips betrayed his good mood.
He explained honestly, “Izuna Uchiha’s Muramasa is a katana forged with a large amount of Chakra-conductive metal, granting it excellent Chakra transmission.
Moreover, this sword is alloyed with other special metals and forged under extreme heat, making its hardness and sharpness truly terrifying.” “My Sword of the Thunder God was a finished product modeled after the Muramasa to surpass it.
However, before I could finish crafting it, I developed the Flying Thunder God Technique first.
So, I no longer needed to match blades to defeat that guy.” Aomizu nodded seriously.
“Alright, Tobirama.
It seems you were indeed the superior one.” “So, where is the Sword of the Thunder God?
Since you can’t use it anymore anyway, why not let me have a look?
I can use it to protect Konoha…” Tobirama Senju’s face darkened.
“It’s in the Senju ancestral home.
Go get it yourself if you have the guts.” Aomizu sighed helplessly.
“Look at that.
I have no choice but to use Izuna Uchiha’s sword then.
Honestly, I really wanted to use the same model as yours.
How truly unfortunate…” “Hmph.
Isn’t it only fitting for an Uchiha brat to use that guy’s sword?” Aomizu shrugged.
The Senju ancestral home?
Tsunade seemed to be living there now…
If he wanted to retrieve it from there, it wasn’t entirely impossible.
There would be an opportunity…
Meanwhile, Shisui had picked out two short katanas.
His pockets were stuffed with various explosive tags and smoke bombs, looking like a little shop owner stocking up on merchandise.
Aomizu smiled helplessly and tapped Shisui’s head with the hilt of his sword.
“Aren’t all these gears already ours?
If you want to use them, you can come and get them anytime.
You look like you’re terrified you won’t have the chance to use them in the future…” Shisui nodded in a daze, then came to a sudden realization.
“Right!
These are all ours!” “Brother, is our family really this rich?” Aomizu raised an eyebrow.
“What do you think…?” Just then, Obito Uchiha was currently in the clan’s treasury as well, guided by Setsuna Uchiha and Fugaku Uchiha to select his equipment…