Konoha's Ninja Successor

In the residence of the General of the Kingdom of Iron, Mifune was wiping his beloved sword "Nentaku" in a solemn manner. He always cherished his beloved sword, and he had followed this habit for many years.

The bodyguard around the Daimyo of the Kingdom of Iron. Later, after many years of guard service, he was promoted to the general of the Kingdom of Iron by the Daimyo. He served as the leader of the samurai forces of the Kingdom of Iron, controlling and restraining the samurai forces of the Kingdom of Iron on behalf of the daimyo. The daimyo was responsible for Official assignments and funding grants.

"Mifune-sama!" At this time, a samurai half-kneeling outside the sliding door came to report the situation.

Mifune calmly waved his beloved sword in his hand, checked whether the blade was still sharp, and said at the same time: "What's wrong?"

"Luqiu suddenly issued a challenge to an outsider today. The other party's identity is suspected to be a ninja. Now the two have separated and agreed to attend the Samurai Conference together in three days!"

"Huh?! Luqiu challenged the outsider? Have you ever found out the identity of the outsider?" After hearing the news, Mifune showed a hint of surprise on his face. He immediately put his beloved sword back into its scabbard, and then pointed at the person outside the door. the subordinate asked.

"We only know that the other party's name is Ximen Chuixue, and we don't know anything else. Originally, we planned to follow the outsider, but in the blink of an eye, the person following him lost track of him, and we are still looking for him now."

"Haha... The person that Luqiu values ​​​​isn't an ordinary person. It's a wonder that you can successfully track him. Since the stalker was not killed, it means that he is a ninja who abides by the ninja code. It seems that the other party has an iron heart towards us. There is no harm in the country." Mifune was not surprised when he heard the news. When he heard that the follower sent by his subordinates was still alive, his expression relaxed.

"Then... should we expel this non-samurai contestant from the samurai tournament? Please give me some instructions!" The middle-aged samurai lowered his head and asked. Regarding Mifune's neither angry nor happy attitude, he was not sure what his boss meant.

"There are a lot of ninjas coming and going from the Kingdom of Iron. There is no need to conflict with those ninjas over this. Since the other party is interested in participating in the grand ceremony of the Kingdom of Iron, let him participate." Mifune said nonchalantly.

"But in the past, all the ninjas who fought with Luqiu died without exception. If the opponent is from the five major ninja villages... this will be a bit difficult to deal with." The middle-aged samurai expressed his concerns worriedly.

"Although the duel at the Samurai Tournament advocates avoiding the death of the contestants, the sword has no eyes after all. If an accident occurs, it will be due to its lack of strength. Our Iron Country Samurai Tournament is originally held for samurai, and the responsibility of the ninja's participation does not lie with us. No need to worry," Mifune said.

"Yes!!!" The middle-aged samurai agreed, then picked up the katana beside him, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Wait..." Mifune suddenly stopped him.

The middle-aged warrior was stunned for a moment, and then he knelt down and waited for orders from above.

"Where is Luqiu now? What are you doing?" Mifune obviously cared about Luqiu and asked directly.

"Between the scenes on the Hojo River, painting..." The samurai said in a concise and concise manner the location of the Hojo River and his actions at the moment.

"Sure enough, he still can't forget that incident..." Mifune showed a look of lamentation and pity in his eyes, and then waved his hand for the samurai to retreat.

It's not strange that Rikiqiu is painting at this time despite being a samurai, because he has been doing this for four years, and Mifune has long been used to it. In his heart, he just regrets that an excellent samurai can't get out of his heart. Sinking in the shadow, without faith, one cannot follow the way of the samurai. A samurai who has lost his faith is like a warrior who has lost his weapon, with no future at all.

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The village of Takumi where the Ashina clan lives.

There are shops selling weapons all around. Since he doesn't know where the Ashina clan is located, Shimura Teru can only ask the local residents.

In the end, Teru Shimura asked passers-by and found the location of the Ashina clan.

Following the route mentioned by the villagers, Shimura Teru finally found a slightly dilapidated blacksmith shop.

This blacksmith shop is not big, and the "Ashina" sign on the front door is half-decayed. There is no trace of it being a store run by the Ashina family who made the Seven Ninja Swords of Kirigakure Village.

Walking into the blacksmith shop, there was an old blacksmith taking a nap at the front desk. Apparently the business in the shop was also very deserted. There was not even a single weapon placed in the whole blacksmith shop, making the blacksmith shop look empty.

Shimura Teru could clearly see that the napping old man's arms were strong and powerful, and his breathing was not as slow as that of an old man. Nine times out of ten, he was a master with real kung fu.Shimura Teru's first impression has been fixed, and he regards him as a "Shaolin Temple sweeping monk", and he is inevitably looking forward to his new weapon.

"Dong dong dong..." Teru Shimura knocked on the mahogany table where the old blacksmith was lying, reminding him that a guest was coming.

"Hmm..." The old blacksmith glanced at Shimura Teru in confusion, then leaned on the table and waved his hand and said: "Are you repairing the weapons? Put the weapons aside, I will pick them up in the evening. "

"I'm here to let you make me a good knife."

"Knife making? This customer, I'm sorry, our store does not provide knife making business. If nothing happens, please find another place." The old blacksmith looked up at Shimura Teru in confusion, and then waved his hand without interest. Start chasing people away.

Shimura Teru didn't say much, but took the scroll that Terumi Mei gave him, and then handed it to the old blacksmith. This was a token of the contract between Kirigakure Village and the Ashina clan.Naturally, Shimura Teru wouldn't believe the excuse that he didn't make knives. A blacksmith wouldn't make knives?What a joke.

"Huh?! Are you a ninja?" The old blacksmith's sleepiness disappeared instantly. After carefully confirming the authenticity of the scroll, he began to look at Teru Shimura.

"Yes, I hope that the Ashina clan can abide by their past agreement and help me build a good sword. I can naturally satisfy you in terms of cost." Shimura Teru said.

The old blacksmith was silent for a while, then handed the scroll back to Shimura Teru, and then sighed and said: "Our family has made eight ninja swords for your Mist Ninja Village. The past kindness has been repaid, and now I have no obligation to do anything for you anymore." You have made weapons, so please come back."

Shimura Teru frowned. He didn't want to go in vain, and then continued: "Please consider it, I am willing to pay enough to let you make a new sword."

"Troublesome guy..." the old blacksmith complained, and then said: "I am a knife lover. If you really want me to make a sword, you must have high-end goods worthy of me. Otherwise, you can forget it. Even if you kill me, I won’t build it.”

"High-end goods?" Shimura Teru hasn't come back to his senses yet. He wonders what high-end goods the old blacksmith is talking about?

"It's just the best building materials. If you don't have the materials, why don't you give me ordinary wood and I can build you the Six Paths Divine Weapon? Idiot." The old blacksmith said without mercy.

Shimura Teru was also a little unhappy. After all, he asked someone to make a weapon, so he endured it and continued to ask patiently: "How can I get good materials? Tell me and I will get it!"

"Forget it, you can't do it..."

"That's a lot of nonsense, tell me!" Shimura Teru's eyes turned cold, and then he put a knife on the old blacksmith's neck and threatened him.

"Hero, spare your life! I say! I say! The prize for the champion of the Iron Kingdom's Samurai Tournament is a piece of meteorite, which... can be used to make a good sword." The old blacksmith stared straight at the blade in front of his neck, showing his expression. It's not an ordinary fear of death, it doesn't match the image of him saying he would rather die than obey.

Upon seeing this, Teru Shimura also felt that he should stop threatening the other party, but finally gave up.After all, in order for your weapons to be more useful, high-quality crafting materials are naturally indispensable. It just so happens that you have to participate in some kind of samurai competition. You can just win the championship. It's not just a matter of waiting for a while.

"I know, I'll come back to find you in three days." Shimura Teru took back his weapon and left the blacksmith shop.