Kisa Hoshigaki, the infamous "Tailless Beast" of Kirigakure, was known for his monstrous chakra reserves.
In the original story, Hyuga Neji once remarked that, aside from Naruto, Kisa possessed the largest chakra reserves he had ever seen.
However, despite his imnse chakra, Kisa's combat effectiveness would be significantly diminished without his signature weapon—Sahada.
Thus, to mold him into a Kage-level powerhouse capable of taking on Jinchūriki, Orochimaru needed to ensure that this weapon ended up in Kisa's hands.
Originally, Kisa wouldn't leave Kirigakure for several more years not until after Itachi had joined the Akatsuki.
But now, everything had changed with Orochimaru's interference.
Even Sahada, which was ant to belong to Kisa, had to be acquired through a different thod...
The wielder of Sahada, Fuguki Suikazan, was Kisa's superior and one of the Seven Ninja Swordsn of the Mist.
A formidable warrior in his own right, Fuguki's strength was even more pronounced when wielding Sahada.
As a mber of the Seven Swordsn, he was ruthless by nature yet highly vigilant, especially when it ca to guarding his weapon.
Sahada never left his side, not even when he slept.
But for Orochimaru, who possessed the Flying Thunder God Technique, stealing it was hardly a challenge.
Summoning Jutsu!
With a boom, a puff of white smoke appeared, and a small black creature erged before Orochimaru.
"Master!"
"Ah, I need you to steal sothing for ."
"Steal… steal??" The little creature, Yamata, hesitated, clearly confused.
With Orochimaru's strength, wouldn't it be easier to just take what he wanted by force?
Why resort to sneaky tactics?
But as a summoned beast, it had no right to question Orochimaru's orders.
Wherever Orochimaru pointed, it would go.
So…
Using the vision granted by his scout flies, Orochimaru marked Yamata with a Flying Thunder God seal and directed it to burrow underground, heading toward Fuguki's residence.
Though Fuguki was not a major political figure, as one of the Seven Swordsn, his estate was naturally quite large.
His ho—a massive stone fortress—was spacious, sturdy, and heavily secured.
Scanning the empty halls, Orochimaru smirked.
It seed this man was quite confident in his own security.
Aside from four or five guards stationed around, there was no one else inside.
According to prior reconnaissance, Fuguki should be resting at this ti, so Orochimaru wasn't in a hurry.
He continued guiding Yamata forward.
At that mont, Orochimaru mused, if the Second Hokage knew his signature Flying Thunder God Technique was being used for petty theft, would he burst out of his coffin just to scold him for misusing his genius?
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By dawn, on the western outskirts of Kirigakure…
Kisa sat against a massive stone, his massive sword resting across his lap as he dozed off.
A short distance away, Obito and the Fourth Mizukage sat across from each other in silence, both lost in thought.
There was no conversation, no exchange of words—only quiet observation.
Then—whoosh!
A figure suddenly appeared before them.
Kisa's eyes snapped open, his instincts sharpening as he prepared for battle, only to see a large, bandaged sword thrown toward him.
"This is for you," Orochimaru said casually, tossing the weapon his way.
Kisa reflexively caught it, but as his gaze fell upon the blade, a flicker of astonishnt crossed his face.
"…Sahada?"
He was genuinely surprised. Orochimaru had actually managed to obtain this legendary weapon so effortlessly?
"Did you take care of Fuguki?" Kisa asked, his excitent barely concealed.
"No," Orochimaru replied flatly. "I have no interest in him."
Fight? Kill?
Orochimaru had long since lost interest in reckless battles.
If he didn't have to fight, he wouldn't. And if the opponent wasn't worth his ti, he certainly wouldn't bother.
"Then how did you get it?" Kisa asked, gripping the sword tightly, unable to contain his curiosity.
He had coveted this weapon for a long ti.
He had been waiting for the right mont to take it himself, but now, Orochimaru had simply handed it to him?
If Fuguki was still alive, how had Orochimaru managed to seize his sword?
Hearing Kisa's question, Orochimaru simply shrugged.
"That's a secret."
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At that sa mont…
Fuguki Suikazan awoke from his slumber.
Instinctively, he reached for his weapon.
But his hand grasped nothing but empty air.
Frowning, he groped around again—once, twice, three tis—yet still found nothing.
(T/N: That feeling when you can't find your phone hahaha.)
His body stiffened.
A deep sense of unease crept into his gut.
Bolting upright, he turned to where Sahada should have been—only to see an empty space.
His stomach dropped.
"…No way."
A furious roar erupted from the stone fortress.
His blade—gone?!
How was that possible?!
His residence was extrely well-hidden, practically impenetrable!
Within Kirigakure, his security was second only to Danzo's in Konoha!
There were no outsiders nearby, and with his strength, there was no way soone could have infiltrated his domain without him noticing.
Right?
Right?!
Yet, the evidence was undeniable.
Just as panic began to set in—BAM!
The door was kicked open.
A flood of Kirigakure shinobi poured in.
"What the hell is this?!" Fuguki snarled, his fury palpable. "Do you all have a death wish?!"
One of the leading shinobi stepped forward and spoke coldly.
"Under the orders of Lord Mizukage, Fuguki Suikazan, you are under arrest for treason."
"What?!"
Fuguki's eyes widened in shock.
Treason?
Before he could fully process the accusation, his battle instincts flared.
"…You're looking for a fight?" he growled darkly. "Fine—I'll give you one."
Ninja Art: Needle Senbon!
His hair instantly hardened, transforming into countless needle-like projectiles that shot toward the Kirigakure forces like a torrential storm.
But—splash!
The shinobi struck by the attack dissolved into puddles of water.
Water clones!
The real operatives had been prepared for resistance from the very start.
From the mont Fuguki fought back, this was no longer an arrest, it was an execution.
If he still had Sahada, he could have turned the tide of battle.
Even if i personally led the charge, there was a chance he could have escaped.
But now?
Without Sahada, he was like an eagle with clipped wings—powerless.
Escape was no longer an option.
Especially now that he had arrived.
A white-haired boy in a short-sleeved top stepped forward from the crowd.
The mont Fuguki saw him, all thoughts of fleeing vanished.
His heart sank.
"…Damn it. Hōzuki Mangetsu?!"
"Haha, my apologies, Lord Fuguki," Mangetsu said with a smirk.
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