Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

"Guest, why don't you come in and take shelter from the rain? The doors on the other side are not closed during the day."

That's right, this guy carrying a sword in the rain is none other than the last guest, the samurai Takewaki.

This was very embarrassing, so Ye quickly invited him in and greeted him warmly.

The samurai wore a brown kimono and carried two swords, one on his waist and one on his back. There is also a scar on the left eye that is the same as Kakashi's, but it did not damage the eyeball.

He shook off the raindrops on his body at the entrance, then took off his shoes and walked in.

"Coming in uninvited is an act of banditry, not something we, the warriors, do."

Instead of sitting on the console as instructed by Ye, the samurai knelt on the wooden floor beside him and took off the long sword from his back.

The knife was about 1 meters long. The black scabbard swallowed up the candlelight on the low table, and the entire opposite side instantly became a little darker.

Sir, this is the domineering power of the royal family. It is definitely the medium of the Daitengu.

The Great Tengu, isn't that the leader of the Crow Tengu who just mentioned yesterday that the goods are coming today? Is this a lucky break for me?

Wait, Red Youkai, how can you be so sure that this is the medium of the Daitengu? It couldn't be those of those weasels.

It is because of the domineering power of the royal family that the Great Tengu was originally a human being, but somehow he turned into a powerful Crow Tengu. It was precisely because of his strong domineering spirit that he suddenly became the leader of the Tengu clan.

nnIt feels even more exciting when you are subdued like this.

Ye was inevitably a little excited, and was about to reach out to take the sword, but the samurai suddenly retracted his hand a little.

"Guest, I have to check the media. Look." He spread his hands and looked at the other party innocently.

The scabbard was stained with raindrops, and the rainwater lay quietly in the lines of different shades, without a trace of flow. It can be seen that this warrior's hand is very steady.

After being silent for a long time, the warrior finally raised his head with scrutiny in his eyes: "You can really be a psychic."

Ye nodded solemnly, sat upright and neatly, took out a paper fan and opened it in front of his chest, showing everyone's appearance.

"It's necessary. My reputation is universal, and besides me, you can't find any other psychic."

The last sentence is the point.

This samurai had obviously just heard of Ye's name and came without even asking about it carefully. After another moment of silence, he finally fixed his eyes, bowed decisively and handed over the knife.

"My grandfather was a samurai who guarded the king of a country. This is his sword, and it is also a treasure passed down by our family from generation to generation. Please."

He was about to take the knife, but after hearing what he said, Ye quickly stopped, pursed his lips and asked, "May I ask, how long has it been since your grandfather passed away?"

The samurai seemed a little puzzled, but he still stood up and answered: "It's been twenty years."

Trouble Ye immediately put away the paper fan in embarrassment and said with a dry smile: "Guest, human beings are not monsters. If there is no chakra, the soul will never last so long. Is this your grandfather?"

The implication was very obvious, but Ye did not see disappointment on the warrior's face. Instead, he exhaled with relief and slowly put down the long sword in his hand.

锵

A flash of cold light suddenly illuminated Ye's eyes, and a cold light swept across the tip of his nose.

This samurai named Takewaki instantly drew out the sword at his waist with a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

Sheathing the sword at his side and turning the blade towards himself, the samurai showed by his actions that he meant no harm. Immediately, a light blue light shone on the blade.

"Is this wind-type chakra?"

Ye was a little surprised, thinking that this knife might be made of chakra metal. I couldn't tell that this man was quite rich.

The samurai nodded calmly, and with another clang, the trace of the silver blade disappeared before Ye Ye's eyes.

"Samurai can also refine chakra, but we don't use ninjutsu. If calculated based on the amount of chakra alone, my grandfather was at least an elite jounin."

You won't know until you fight an elite jounin, but your pretense skills are definitely strong enough.