"...I know we, as a clan, tend to take our rivalries a bit far..." Madara said slowly, squinting at the vast collection of kunai, senbon, and assorted other small weapons, "but this really takes the cake, Izuna."

Izuna sniffed, carefully sorting each weapon into piles based on type, condition, and age before wrapping them up in his new storage seals; occasionally he paused in his sorting to sharpen one. "Look, as much as I hate it, I know you're going to strong-arm us into peace with the bastards," he said, "and then I'll need something to hold over that white rat's head."