"So, Namiashi wants to coat his weapon with a poison potent enough to be lethal, is that right?"
Looking at Genma Shiranui and the young ninja across the low table, Chiba blinked, seeming to give it some thought before asking for confirmation.
By now, from his conversation with Genma Shiranui and the young ninja, Chiba had learned that the boy was named Namiashi Raidō. He had worked with Genma Shiranui on several missions and was considered quite a good friend of Genma's.
This time, Namiashi Raidō had come to seek Chiba's help through Genma Shiranui. He wanted a powerful poison for his newly forged weapon, a pure-black Black Blade tachi.
Hmm...
Namiashi Raidō... why does that name sound so familiar? As they spoke, that doubt flashed through Chiba's mind, and he could not help studying the unfamiliar young ninja again.
Namiashi Raidō looked utterly ordinary. If not for the wrinkled mark on the left side of his face, stretching from the bridge of his nose to the edge of his left cheek, something between a scar and a birthmark, he would have been impossible to pick out in a crowd.
Yet Chiba could sense that beneath that ordinary appearance, Namiashi Raidō possessed considerable strength. Though still young, he should have been a highly experienced ninja.
Chiba could see a certain resolve in his eyes. The person before him was undoubtedly the unyielding sort. From the way he sat, he likely possessed impressive taijutsu skill. Of course, Chiba could not judge his ninjutsu or genjutsu from his posture, but just the level of taijutsu reflected in his bearing meant his combat ability would not be weak.
Moreover, judging from the fact that he was seeking poison for his weapon, Namiashi Raidō should have specialized in swordsmanship. His swordsmanship was probably different