Konoha's Thunder Flash Qingyu

The next day, in the afternoon.

Aoba was walking alone on the streets of Konoha, without a forehead protector on his forehead, wearing a white T-shirt, black trousers, and carrying a black backpack.

It was spring, the sun was not strong, and the breeze was gentle, giving it a cool touch.

The street was not lively in the afternoon. The various restaurants and shops on both sides of the street were all deserted. Pedestrians in twos and threes were chatting and strolling around the street.

He turned a few streets, stopped at a shop in Konoha's east district, and looked up.

This is a two-story building with a dome, decorated in beige color, with several aluminum pipes extending from the second floor on the left side.

Mantendo has a monopoly on all the shops selling ninja tools in Konoha. The purpose of his coming here today is to make a ninja sword.

There are two rewards for his mission in the Land of Ze, and the Ninja Sword is one of them. This morning Tsunade asked Senju Yuki Sakura to inform him that the Third Hokage had approved his request.

Because Mandiantang was an official shop and was responsible for making his Ninja Swords, he came here to discuss some details with the forger.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, opened the store door, and walked in.

The store is decorated in a wood-colored style, facing a counter lined up horizontally. A row of cabinets behind the counter are hung with various ninja tools, including not only shurikens and kunai, but also large fuuma shurikens and ninja swords. and hammer etc.

A young clerk was sitting inside, holding a magazine with a sexy girl on the cover and reading it with a lewd look on his face, salivation at the corner of his mouth, and weird laughter from time to time.

Tuk Tuk

Qingyu walked over and knocked twice on the counter, but the clerk didn't respond and was still addicted to the magazine.

He raised his eyebrows and then smacked it with his palm.

With a bang, the clerk was startled, and immediately let out a strange scream, his butt slipped, and he fell off the chair.

After a while, the clerk rubbed his nose and stood up with a groan. He looked out and saw that it was a child. He immediately glared at Qingyu.

"Kid, what are you doing here?" He yelled at Qingyu, "Go home quickly, this place is not for you to play in."

Qingyu glanced at him, took out a voucher from his pocket, slapped it on the counter, and said calmly: "I'm looking for someone to give this to the store manager."

The clerk made a sound in his mouth, twisted the paper with disdain, glanced at it casually, and suddenly said in surprise: "A voucher signed by the Hokage, who are you, how can you have this?"

"This is not the point. Call someone quickly, don't waste my time." Qingyu waved his hand without explaining.

The clerk glanced at him in surprise and immediately ran to the back room, and then a energetic little old man walked out first with his hands behind his back.

It seems that this is the store manager. Qingyu thought in his heart.

The little old man has gray hair, a bit of baldness, and a mustache. He held the voucher in one hand and held the gold-framed reading glasses in the other. He glanced at Qingyu from bottom to top.

"The Hokage has sent someone to give instructions this morning. You must be Uchiha Aoba." The old man's voice was a little hoarse.

"Yes, grandpa." Qingyu smiled.

Because he had to rely on the opponent for his Ninja sword, Qingyu was also more polite in his words.

"Okay, come with me." The old man said with a smile, and then led Qingyu towards the second floor.

The two came to a room on the second floor. There was a square table in the center of the room, with messy designs of ninja tools placed on it. Next to it were two wooden shelves displaying models and semi-finished products of various ninja tools.

"My name is Sanmei Munechika." The old man introduced himself and spread out several design drawings. "These are the design drawings of several conventional ninja swords. Take a look."

Qingyu nodded, looked at it casually, then pointed to a long straight-edged sword similar to the Tang Dao he had seen in his previous life, and said, "Grandpa, this is the one I will choose."

"It seems that you have already thought about it." The old man said with a smile, "In that case, let's record the detailed data next."

"How to do it"

"First of all, the chakra knife you want needs to be made of chakra metal. The properties of chakra are different, so the materials used for the ninja sword are different and must be selected in advance."

“What exactly is the difference?”

"The difference is huge. If there is no need to change the properties, then ordinary chakra metal will do. If there is no need to change the properties, it is different, such as fire. The blade must use high-temperature-resistant materials. If it is water, it needs to be corrosion-resistant. For thunder, the conductivity needs to be extremely sensitive; for wind, the blade must be flexible, strong and thin.”

It's so complicated. Qingyu touched his nose and said: "Then can it satisfy both properties at the same time?"

"Two kinds" the old man frowned, "which two kinds"

"Wind and thunder."

"Hehe, boy, your tone is really not small." The old man sneered.

"Why, is it difficult?"

"Nonsense." The old man suddenly blew his beard and glared, a little angry, "Not to mention the conflict of blade materials, can you use two kinds of chakra? Generally, ninjas only have one type of chakra, and only jounin can cultivate more than two types. And there is a distinction between priority and priority, you are a genin brat who is so ambitious."

Qingyu patted his chest and said proudly: "I was born with three kinds of skills, so I don't need to practice."

"Boy, aren't you the kind of person who has been drinking and still hasn't eaten food? You can boast like this." The old man looked at him suspiciously and even came up to smell the smell of alcohol.

"Grandpa, do you have any chakra test strips here?" Qingyu scratched his head and asked helplessly.

"how"

"Prove it."

"Hey, you kid is really not afraid of blowing the whistle."

"Just bring it." Qingyu didn't argue.

The old man glanced at him, and then shouted downstairs: "Muramasa, get a chakra test paper."

The clerk downstairs agreed, and then he ran in with the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Muramasa complained. He was called up just now when he was looking at the magazine and his blood was boiling, and he felt very unhappy.

"You look so reluctant when I ask you to do something. Look how weak you are. Humph." The old man glared at him, then snatched the note from his hand and handed it to Qingyu, "Here, boy." , let me see how you blow."

Qingyu didn't say anything, but took the test paper and directly mobilized chakra to inject it into it. The paper first wrinkled, then broke open, and finally burned.

Seeing this scene, the old man and Muramasa's eyes nearly popped out.

After a while, the old man looked at him in surprise and said, "You are really a genius."

"It's nothing, grandpa, I believe it now, what about my sword?" Qingyu looked at him calmly and said.

"Old man, I have lived for decades, and today I met a brat like you for the first time, which is an eye-opener." The old man sighed, and then his eyes flashed, as if he had made some decision, "In that case, Muramasa, Take out that piece of mother iron.”

"Grandpa," Muramasa was shocked, "that piece of iron is your treasure."

"Hey, what a treasure, go quickly." The old man chuckled.

Muramasa opened his mouth, but didn't say anything after all. He walked out of the room. After a while, he came back with a box.

The old man placed the box on the table, opened the lid, and placed a purple-gold square iron block inside.

"What is this?" Qingyu asked.

Sanmei Zongjin rubbed the surface of the iron piece and said with emotion: "This piece of iron was discovered twenty years ago when I was in charge of a chakra metal mine in the southern part of the Land of Fire. At that time, there was an oval ore at the foundation of the mine. .

"The stone turned purple. I thought the stone was unusual at that time, so I took it back and threw it in the iron-making furnace, and finally cast it into this piece of iron. Later, I asked someone to test the piece of iron, and found that this piece of iron could actually The perfect understanding of the five basic chakra attributes is simply amazing.”

"Five kinds" Qingyu said in surprise.

"Yes." The old man nodded, "That's why I call it mother iron."

"This, this is too precious." Qingyu sighed, "Then what price do I have to pay?"

This thing can be said to be Sanmei Munechika's treasure. If he didn't take it out, no one would know that he had this kind of metal. But since they took it out, they also need to make some compensation.

"No need." The old man said with a smile.

"Grandpa" Muramasa shouted in shock.

"Mr. Sanming, you..." Qingyu was puzzled.

Sanming Zongjin looked at Qingyu with stern eyes and said: "Hey, no matter how good the material is, it needs to be formed at a good time so that it can exert its best value. Otherwise, it will just remain in the dust, which is meaningless.

"Boy, you are a real genius. I will shape this piece of iron and give it to you. I hope you will not let down its value and use it well."

Qingyu exhaled and bowed, "Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Sanming."