The Sword of the Thunder God—
The personal blade of the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama.
One of the sharpest ninja tools in existence, imbued with endless lightning power!
When paired with the Flying Thunder God Technique, it became even more formidable!
Coincidentally, Ning Feng had recently made breakthroughs with his Flying Thunder God as well. With this sword, his strength would undoubtedly rise again.
"Right… there's still a Flying Thunder God mark on Obito."
Ning Feng suddenly recalled the mark he had left on Obito during the Night of the Nine-Tails.
That had been his hidden trump card for a killing blow.
With that mark, he could instantly teleport to Obito's side at any time.
And with the Sword of the Thunder God…
He was confident he could take Obito's life in a single moment!
However…
His Flying Thunder God needed to be faster.
Ning Feng understood that although it was a rare space-time ninjutsu, compared to later-developed techniques, its only flaw was speed.
Minato Namikaze had mastered it so flawlessly because of his exceptional talent—he had refined the technique to match his own reaction speed.
In other words—
Every user of Flying Thunder God had their own neural response speed.
Only by adapting the technique to one's own reflexes could its full power be unleashed!
"Let's go. Time to retrieve the Sword of the Thunder God!"
Ning Feng couldn't hide his excitement.
He was already eager to see the finished blade.
Under Mifune's leadership, the Land of Iron was thriving.
But compared to the rapidly rising Land of Rain, the gap was enormous.
Anyone who saw the current Rain Country would be stunned—
Its prosperity was beyond words.
Ning Feng quietly brought a few subordinates and arrived at the border of the Land of Iron.
He had once considered bringing the Land of Iron under his control.
But Mifune had firmly refused.
The Land of Iron was to remain the final sanctuary of the samurai.
Others could come to forge weapons, even send apprentices to learn—
But the Land of Iron would never belong to any shinobi village.
Ning Feng had no choice but to respect that decision.
After all—
The Land of Iron wasn't particularly strong.
Even the former Rain Country could rival it.
Yet it stood on equal footing with the Five Great Nations.
That was entirely due to Mifune's leadership.
And if it ever fell under one village's control—
Its superior forging techniques would upset the balance.
The other nations would unite and destroy it.
At that point, both the Land of Iron and its master would be reduced to ashes.
After entering the Land of Iron, Ning Feng headed straight to its center.
This reforging involved the Second Hokage's blade—
A weapon that could be called divine.
Naturally, it had been entrusted to the most renowned smith in the Land of Iron—
Mifune himself.
Land of Iron, Daimyō's residence…
Mifune had just finished discussing state matters when a figure suddenly appeared on the rooftop.
He paused, then looked up with a faint smile.
"You arrived quickly, Lord Amekage. We only just sent word."
Ning Feng leapt down lightly.
"Too bad I didn't leave a mark here. Otherwise, I'd have come even sooner."
Mifune gestured for the Daimyō to step back.
The Daimyō complied.
He was curious—
The strongest samurai of the Land of Iron versus the rumored strongest Amekage in history.
Earlier, Mifune had mentioned his swordsmanship had hit a bottleneck.
His requested payment for reforging the blade—
Was a duel.
Mifune's past was notable.
He had once fought the "Demigod" Hanzo of the Salamander.
And lost.
Back then, Hanzo was revered across the ninja world.
Mifune had no chance.
Since then, he had trained relentlessly to wash away that defeat.
But Hanzo died soon after.
Leaving Mifune without closure.
Now—
The Third Amekage stood before him.
And he wielded a sword.
The long-suppressed desire resurfaced.
This time—
He would settle it.
"With swordsmanship."
"Now?" Ning Feng looked surprised.
He hadn't expected the seemingly calm Mifune to be this eager for battle.
The Daimyō was still right there.
Without a word, Mifune threw a long sword crackling with lightning.
Ning Feng caught it effortlessly.
The blade looked simple—
But the moment he held it, he could feel the lightning coursing within.
"Come!"
Mifune inhaled deeply, his expression solemn.
His hand rested on the hilt at his waist.
A true samurai—
In close combat, he rivaled even taijutsu-specialized Kage-level fighters.
"This stance…"
Ning Feng activated his three-tomoe Sharingan.
His expression turned serious.
This wasn't a spar.
This was a duel to the death.
He could feel the killing intent.
Did samurai always fight with lethal resolve?
What he didn't know—
Was that Mifune had already projected Hanzo onto him.
The killing intent came naturally.
Though confused, Ning Feng knew one thing—
Compared to his own learned sword techniques, Mifune was a true master.
Just from his stance—
He could tell the next strike would be extraordinary.
The two stood facing each other.
Ning Feng unconsciously raised the Sword of the Thunder God into a Uchiha sword stance.
A breeze swept through.
Leaves fell between them.
And in that instant—
As the leaves drifted into their line of sight—
Mifune moved.
A flash of steel—
A lightning-fast draw and slash!
The ultimate technique—
Iaijutsu!
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