As Sakumo Hatake spoke, his wrist moved lightly.
A faint layer of pale white light suddenly appeared on the surface of the wooden sword, then vanished in an instant.
“I heard from Kakashi that you’ve used Water Release: Water Blade Slash.
In truth, it follows a similar principle.
But that technique attaches chakra to a ‘point,’ and then uses rotating water flow to create the wrapping effect.”
Kiyohane nodded, taking the lesson to heart.
That was indeed the case.
When he infused Water Release chakra, he was not injecting it into the entire weapon.
He only rotated it around a single point, and the rest was simply driving the water flow, allowing the jutsu to enhance the sharpness of the kunai.
The more places chakra was attached, the more it tested one’s chakra control.
That was why shinobi generally preferred ninja tools like kunai and short blades.
“Also, if you want to go farther down the path of ninja tools, it would be best to forge a dedicated weapon of your own.”
Sakumo withdrew the wooden sword and planted it on the ground.
“Ninja tools forged from special metals can allow chakra to flow freely through the weapon.
They can even amplify specific chakra natures.”
“A ninja tool made from chakra metal?” Kakashi asked from the side.
“That would be ideal.” Sakumo nodded.
Chakra metal used to forge ninja tools actually had very detailed classifications.
However, any metal capable of conducting chakra was generally called chakra metal.
Among them, some rare types could allow specific chakra natures to flow through the weapon with almost no loss, and even amplify their power.
“I understand.”
Kiyohane nodded.
As for a dedicated ninja tool, he actually already had an idea.
If he was going to walk the path of swordsmanship, then there was no reason not to use the inheritance left behind by Tobirama Senju.
The famous master of forbidden techniques, Tobirama Senju, had created countless ninjutsu in his life.
He had also once tried to expand into the field of ninja tools.
When he was young, he had created an experimental weapon.
Later, because it was difficult to control, it had been sealed away.
That ninja tool was called the Sword of the Thunder God.
The blade of this sword was forged entirely from high-purity chakra metal.
It could also convert the wielder’s chakra into lightning-natured chakra.
A single swing could produce lightning.
In short, even normal attacks came with special effects.
Tobirama later discovered that the sword relied too heavily on the quality of the wielder’s chakra and had extremely harsh requirements for control.
Ordinary shinobi simply could not use it.
Thus, he sealed it away.
Of course, if this sword fell into the hands of someone without strength, it was another matter entirely.
Kiyohane remembered that in the original story, the Konoha chunin Aoi Rokusho had stolen the Sword of the Thunder God and used it terribly.
When he fought Naruto and Sasuke, the blade was cracked by Sasuke’s Chidori, then completely destroyed after Naruto added a Rasengan.
But that was the user’s fault, not the sword’s.
If a jonin, or an even stronger shinobi, used it, it absolutely would not be so fragile that it shattered after being cut once.
After all, ninja tools in the Kusanagi Sword series were basically indestructible and could even withstand ninjutsu.
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Kiyohane was currently living with Tsunade.
He and Tsunade were family.
And if he and Tsunade were family, then naturally, he and Tobirama Senju were even more family.
Inheriting Tobirama Senju’s sword was completely reasonable.
When he returned, Kiyohane planned to mention it to Tsunade.
As Kiyohane was thinking, a new line of text suddenly appeared at the corner of his vision.
[Collectible trait detected: One Thousand Years of Death.]
[E-rank Trait: One Thousand Years of Death.]
[Effect: You will more easily see through an enemy’s openings.]
Kiyohane’s eyelid twitched.
Fortunately, it did not increase the power of that jutsu when he used it.
He glanced at Sakumo Hatake, who was looking at him with appreciation.
Sakumo himself actually had quite the mischievous side.
The so-called One Thousand Years of Death was an obscure taijutsu in which one formed the Tiger seal with both hands behind an enemy and thrust it toward the opponent’s backside.
He had once used this jutsu on a large number of Yugakure shinobi, leaving that group traumatized.
All of them believed that the title Konoha’s White Fang came from that technique.
But setting aside the bizarre nature of the move itself, the effect of this trait was unexpectedly good.
Seeing through openings more easily was, in essence, an improvement to insight.
The ability to casually slip behind an enemy and ambush them without being noticed was extremely dangerous in actual combat.
If one did not poke with fingers but used a kunai instead, the battle would end immediately.
“Kiyohane-kun learned it so quickly too!”
Rin Nohara’s voice pulled Kiyohane’s attention back.
She was kneeling to the side, the wooden sword resting across her knees, her face full of amazement.
“I can understand Kakashi-kun being amazing, since he’s Lord Sakumo’s son, but Kiyohane-kun is just too…”
For a moment, Rin could not find the right words to describe it.
She remembered very clearly that Sakumo Hatake had only demonstrated once just now, yet Kiyohane and Kakashi had both completely reproduced the entire sequence of movements.
That impact was far greater than when she had first watched the two of them spar with swords.
Some gaps could only be truly understood after experiencing them personally.
They had clearly all learned the same movements today, yet Kiyohane and Kakashi’s speed was absurdly fast.
She had already spent all her energy just memorizing the order of the attacks, while the two of them had already moved on to learning the next move.
“Kiyohane has the Sharingan.
That’s not fair,” Obito muttered unhappily, staring at Kiyohane’s eyes, which had already returned to black.
His tone was filled with envy.
If he had the Sharingan, Rin would definitely look at him differently.
Obito shouted inwardly that this was unfair.
Why had Kiyohane awakened his eyes before him?
Kiyohane glanced at him and shook his head.
See?
You’re getting worked up again.
…
Kiyohane walked home alone.
First, he took a detour to buy some food for tonight before finally returning home.
The living room lights were on.
Rarely, Tsunade had not gone to the gambling hall today.
She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding a horse-racing magazine and flipping through it loudly.
Aside from traditional gambling, Tsunade also planned to try something new and see whether she could break the curse of losing every gamble.
Several empty small sake cups sat on the coffee table, and a faint smell of alcohol still lingered in the air.
Kiyohane did not beat around the bush.
He sat directly across from her and briefly explained what he had heard at the Hatake residence that afternoon about ninja tools.
“Tsunade-nee, I want a dedicated ninja tool.”
“Where would I still have money to buy you a ninja tool?”
Tsunade’s hand paused for a moment as she flipped the magazine, then she continued turning the pages as if nothing had happened.
Her tone was somewhat guilty.
She had lost again today.
The amount had not been small.
That was why she had come home relatively early tonight.
Tsunade had heard that Jiraiya had returned to the village, and she was currently planning how to ask him for money to get through this difficult period.
“Not buy.”
Kiyohane shook his head.
“I want the Second Hokage’s Sword of the Thunder God.”
“The Sword of the Thunder God.”
Tsunade put down the magazine, visibly relieved.
As long as she did not have to spend money.
She thought about it carefully and remembered that there was indeed such a thing.
Tobirama had made quite a few experimental items when he was young, and the Sword of the Thunder God was one of the most representative.
Because it was too difficult to control, very few people had ever used it.
Later, it was returned to public possession and had been left gathering dust in Konoha’s armory ever since.
“That counts as village property now.
It’s stored in a special place.”
Tsunade rubbed her brow.
The alcohol had not fully worn off yet, and her voice sounded a little lazy.
In Tsunade’s view, spending her own money and using public resources were completely different concepts.
After all, as long as she did not have to pay.
As the saying went, use the village’s money to build your own connections.
Tsunade felt that her entire family had been loyal heroes of the village.
A small request like this should not be a big deal.
Besides, many things should have been inherited by her in the first place.
They had merely been allocated to the village.
“When I get the chance, I’ll help you mention it to the old man.”