No matter the world, no matter the power system—
Any ability that can absorb another person's energy and turn it into its own is, without exception, absurdly powerful.
For Hagoromo—someone who had been "polluted" by all sorts of such concepts in his previous life—examples like this were practically endless.
Even without the "convert it for personal use" part, energy absorption alone was already invaluable. That was why he immediately judged Greatsword: Samehada to be an exceptionally exploitable weapon.
At this point, he still didn't know that Samehada could not only absorb chakra, but also digest it and feed it back to its wielder.
A weapon that could invalidate enemy ninjutsu during combat—just think about how terrifying that was.
If one had to force an analogy, Samehada was roughly equivalent to:
Pain's Preta Path,
plus a miniature tailed beast,
plus Uzumaki Karin.
Roughly.
Very roughly.
Want to comprehensively enhance your strength and combat potential?
Greatsword: Samehada. You deserve it.
Hagoromo glanced again at Fuguki Suikazan.
Honestly, thanks for delivering this thing right to me.
So, to seize it by force, Hagoromo immediately drew his strongest weapon—
The ultra–high-frequency vibrating blade that could instantly shatter even a forty-meter-long sword.
That wasn't exaggeration.
After all, aside from kunai and shuriken, this was the only real weapon he had.
By certain "legendary weapon" rules of thumb, to truly claim a weapon, the successor must prove themselves stronger than its previous master.
Which meant—
When Hagoromo drew the Iron Sand Blade, he was fully intent on killing Fuguki Suikazan.
That part hadn't changed.
Originally, before he cared about Samehada, he would've killed Fuguki and tossed the sword into a ditch.
Now, the plan was simply adjusted:
Instead of discarding it, he would keep it.
There was only one minor concern.
Samehada was alive.
And it seemed to possess a will of its own.
What if it had principles?
What if it chose death over submission—leaving Hagoromo with only its salted-fish corpse, but never its heart?
Simple.
Hagoromo respected all principled people and principled Salted fish (Sentient weapon).
He would stab them together.
In other words:
If I can't have this toy, nobody gets to play with it.
An extremely dangerous mindset.
No wonder this guy had once proposed blowing up an entire country.
Then again… everyone thought that way.
If I have it and you don't—fine.
If you have it and I don't—unacceptable.
Which was exactly why Konoha had approved the destruction of Lōran ( Tsuchigumo clan territory ) without hesitation.
"That sword of yours…" Fuguki said slowly, eyes fixed on the Iron Sand Blade.
"It looks extremely dangerous. So you possess a powerful weapon as well."
Fuguki recalled Samehada, watching closely.
Though the iron sand's vibration was invisible, the constant low hum filled the air, triggering instinctive danger signals.
Judging from Hagoromo's earlier motion, Fuguki even suspected the weapon had been sealed inside that gourd because it was too powerful to be carried freely.
And indeed—
As the blade was drawn, the gourd on Hagoromo's back seemed to lose its structure.
Iron sand peeled away like grains slipping through an hourglass, falling to the ground.
"Dangerous?" Hagoromo replied thoughtfully.
"Indeed. This blade was personally consecrated by the First Hokage, the strongest Wood Release user, Senju Hashirama himself. It is known as the sacred sword iron sand blade—"
Fuguki Suikazan: "..."
Hagoromo froze.
…Yeah, that line was complete nonsense.
He coughed lightly.
"Ahem. In truth, this is less a sword than it is a technique."
Lightning Release was a technique, after all.
He was considerate enough not to tell the truth—
Hashirama had never "blessed" this thing, and it definitely wasn't ninjutsu.
"Technique?" Fuguki frowned.
The First Hokage part was obviously intimidation nonsense, but this still didn't make sense.
If it was a technique—what technique?
Hagoromo didn't bother explaining.
He swung his right arm, stepped into his familiar rhythm, and charged forward.
Now it was his turn to attack.
Although his ultimate goal was acquisition, killing the enemy came first.
He wouldn't confuse priorities.
He didn't care whether Samehada might be damaged in the fight—right now it was still an enemy weapon capable of killing him.
Logically:
Can Fuguki be killed?
Can Samehada be obtained?
Can Samehada be used later?
Priority mattered.
Realizing how dangerous Hagoromo's weapon was, Fuguki naturally refused to let it touch him.
So when Hagoromo swept in with a horizontal cut, Fuguki raised Samehada to block—without hesitation.
Against cold weapons and most ninjutsu, this defensive method had never failed him.
It had just stopped Hagoromo's Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique, after all.
Unfortunately—
This time was different.
He had met someone who didn't play by common sense.
Using "experience" to judge something outside the bounds of experience had an 80% chance of disaster.
Fuguki greatly overestimated Samehada's durability.
He was wary of the Iron Sand Blade—
But never imagined Samehada could be cut.
"ZZZT—!"
The sound was sharp and unnatural—not the crisp clash of metal.
Because Hagoromo wasn't slashing.
He wasn't shaving.
He was cutting.
Pure, absolute cutting.
The instant their weapons met, Fuguki sensed something wrong.
The impact felt… light.
Too light.
A trick?
No—
The force wasn't delivered all at once.
It was continuously increasing.
Hagoromo didn't withdraw his blade, didn't change techniques.
He simply pressed down, using raw arm strength to hold the Iron Sand Blade against Samehada.
Sparks erupted.
The shrill zzzt zzzt of high-speed cutting filled the air.
Iron sand, vibrating at extreme frequency, could slice through almost anything—
And the heat instantly vaporized every trace of moisture.
Clink.
A serrated scale fell to the ground.
The cut was smooth and flawless.
Despite being friction-based, the focused, linear force made it indistinguishable from a clean sever.
And Hagoromo wasn't stopping.
The blade continued downward, intent on splitting Samehada in two.
Now, mixed with the hum and cutting noise—
Came Samehada's shrill scream.
Biologically speaking, even if its exterior resembled metal, its interior was living flesh connected to pain receptors.
Cut it, and it hurt.
From a mystical perspective, a famous blade had a spirit.
Cut the spirit, and it hurt.
So it screamed.
Hagoromo remained unmoved.
The sound only confirmed his suspicions.
This thing was alive.
And it screamed like a giant salamander undergoing an abortion.
If one asked how an S-type personality tames a wild beast, the answer was simple:
Beat it half to death when capturing it.
Then beat it half to death every three days afterward.
Mix in creative torture.
Even a brown bear would become a husky.
Humans were terrifying creatures.
Some humans' minds were worse.
Fuguki was genuinely panicked now.
He had never seen anyone try to split Samehada in half.
In desperation, he released an explosive surge of chakra from both himself and Samehada.
A visible chakra shockwave erupted outward, blasting Hagoromo away mid-cut.
Hagoromo flipped and landed cleanly, unharmed—but the distance reopened.
That display taught him something important:
Samehada could not only absorb chakra—
It could release it.
Input and output.
That doubled its value.
Fuguki checked Samehada's wound.
Fortunately, he'd reacted in time.
"Since it's alive," Hagoromo asked curiously,
"can its wounds regenerate?"
"Yes," Fuguki replied coldly.
"As long as it absorbs enough chakra. Unfortunately for you—you're the best food here."
That answer actually reassured Hagoromo.
He'd been worried Fuguki might flee.
This was the Land of Water—deep pursuit was impossible.
But chakra absorption meant regeneration?
Interesting.
Lightning flared again around Hagoromo—
Not Chidori Current this time.
The arcs were thicker, more external, bluish-white.
"That won't work," Fuguki snapped.
"Those techniques are useless."
Still, he had to absorb it.
Fuguki swung Samehada, shaving off the lightning.
The "Lightning Release" vanished.
Hagoromo retreated several steps—
Then the lightning flared again.
Annoyance flashed across Fuguki's face.
Instant Lightning Release like this was practically cheating.
He chased forward, unaware that Samehada was already behaving oddly.
Then—
Hagoromo stopped.
Fuguki's grin twisted.
This distance—
A mistake.
Samehada howled through the air, smashing down toward Hagoromo's head.
A direct hit would pulp him.
But Hagoromo merely tilted his head slightly.
Samehada stopped—
Just beside his right cheek, above his shoulder.
No injury.
And the lightning remained.
"Just as I suspected…"
Samehada absorbed chakra.
But what surrounded Hagoromo now—
Was pure electricity.
No chakra involved.
Samehada couldn't absorb it.
It could only get shocked.
The earlier "absorption" had simply been Hagoromo cancelling it himself—
All to lure Fuguki forward.
Right into the iron sand spill from his gourd.
A trap.
The iron sand surged upward—
Chains.
Bindings.
Blades.
Spikes.
Lightning-infused constructs clamped down instantly.
Vital strikes landed in rapid succession.
Even the Third Raikage was still flesh and blood.
Fuguki's chest, abdomen, and throat erupted with blood.
"You—"
"There's nothing easier to deal with," Hagoromo said calmly,
"than prey that walks into its own trap. Is 'you' really your final word?"
Fuguki's presence faded into nothingness.
Hagoromo could have shredded the body completely—
But unnecessary.
It was already bloody enough.
Former Seven Ninja Swordsman.
Samehada sensed its master's death.
It thrashed violently, slipping from Fuguki's grasp and crawling to his feet.
Hagoromo walked forward.
As he moved, iron sand flowed back like reverse gravity, reattaching to the gourd.
Lightning converted to heat—
Blood evaporated with a hiss of steam.
Deprived of support, Fuguki's corpse collapsed.
Hagoromo bent down, grabbed Samehada's hilt—
And discharged electricity directly into it.
The shock stiffened the creature completely.
Maintaining the current, Hagoromo spoke in the grave, cautionary tone normally used to persuade wayward professionals to reform:
"Mountains and seas, vows and promises—
They're just youthful ignorance."
"Come on. Big brother'll take you through the forest—
We'll go see the little stream together."
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