Ding ding! Dang Dang!
Madara was leaning against a tree, holding a grass sapling in his mouth, looking boredly at the cave where the clanking noises had been coming from time to time for several days and nights.
It was Tang Hao and Tang San who were forging brand new scythes for him. Madara's future battles would involve life-and-death battles with Titled Douluo-level characters, and weak weapons would not do.
That's why Tang Hao worked so hard, and even roped in specially trained Tang San to jointly create this work that can be said to be a painstaking work.
"Come in!" I don't know how long it took, but Tang Hao's voice was like a muffled thunder blast, coming from the cave and appearing in Madara's ears.
Madara immediately jumped up like a carp and couldn't wait to walk towards the cave.
As soon as he entered the cave, Madara felt a rush of heat, which was much higher than the cool and quiet jungle outside. The magma-like red that a huge blacksmith's furnace occasionally flashed looked extremely dazzling.
"I'm just waiting for you! Your piece of divine iron has been melted by me, so that you can fully unleash its potential!" Tang Hao, with his shirtless and muscular upper body, looked at Madarai and took a sip of cold water and let out a comfortable groan. "It feels good!"
Tang San's face was also flushed by the reflection, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans kept dripping down his cheeks and from his chin, but his expression looked like he was enjoying it.
This is what Xiao San is really interested in!
Seeing this scene, Madara thought of when they were at Sacred Soul Village when they were children, and Xiao San talked about his ambition to become a Divine Blacksmith.
"Do you need me to do anything?" Madara asked consciously, his eyes never leaving the furnace.
"I will pour it into the prepared mold in a moment! You just need to drop your own blood in it!" Tang Hao handed the kettle to Tang San, and then said.
"No problem!" Madara didn't ask too much. He also knew that some legends about divine weapons in previous lives did require blood, and even required human sacrifice.
"Let's get started!" Tang Hao nodded to Tang San, and then the furnace slowly opened with the two people's concerted efforts. Molten iron like magma flowed inside, and slowly flowed into the mold prepared in advance due to the effect of gravity.
Madara immediately opened his palm with Kunai, and the blood flowed down his fingertips and slowly dripped into the mold, mixing with the magma-like molten iron.
What was extremely surprising was that there was no hissing sound when the liquid met the boiling molten iron. Instead, Madara's blood ran smoothly on the unformed sickle as if alive, and as the blood gradually dripped in, it actually covered the entire mold.
"Huh!" Madara took a few steps back slightly, his face became a little pale due to excessive blood loss, but his excited expression became more and more obvious.
Madara could feel that his own divine weapon was being gestated, as if he was waiting for the arrival of a partner who could fight with him until death.
The sickle blade embryo that had gradually cooled and formed was easily clamped out by Tang Hao, and then began to use Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer in turn with Tang San, using Clear Sky Hammer to strike hard to change its shape.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!
For a moment, the sound of gold and iron clashing in the entire cave was endless, but it was very rhythmic and had a unique charm, as if a rough movement was being played.
"Do you usually hold the sickle with your left hand or your right hand?" Tang Hao, who was panting, wiped the sweat on his forehead and turned to face Madara and asked.
"Is there any difference?" Madara was a little confused and asked shamelessly.
"On the surface it looks the same, but in fact it's just tilted at an angle that's invisible to the naked eye, and the feel is different!" Tang Hao took the trouble to explain to the blacksmith's idiot spot, "So if you are used to being left or right handed, I can tailor it for you!"
"That's it!" Madara showed a look of sudden realization, nodded and said, "I am more accustomed to using the sickle with my left hand!"
Madara usually fights with his left and right bows, but usually holds the scythe with his left hand more often.
This is because his right hand can eat War Fan, which makes it easier to resist the opponent's attack on his heart, thereby protecting his vitals. This has been maintained since Shinobi World, and has followed Madara throughout his life and has never changed.
"Got it!" Tang Hao nodded slightly indifferently, but his eyes never left the perfect work he was creating.
And Tang San also looked so focused, and their expressions were surprisingly consistent, as if they were completing something sacred.
As the clanging sounds became increasingly sparse, a ninja tool was created that was as red as jade and had a slightly ferocious shape, like a scythe for harvesting souls in the hand of the God of Death.
"Go and give it a try!" Tang Hao didn't close his eyes for days and nights, and no longer focused as before. He half-closed his eyes slightly tired. After saying this to Madara, he went to his bed and lay down to sleep without looking back.
"Xiao San, you should go and rest quickly! I'm here to guard you!" Madara turned to look at Tang San, who was also tired, and said with a hint of apology in his eyes.
"Okay! Brother, how about giving it a try?" Tang San's brows were also full of fatigue, and he said a little exhausted.
Both of them had gone to rest, and the temperature in the entire cave slowly dropped. Madara reached out and grabbed the handle of the scythe, and a feeling of blood connection was instantly transmitted to his brain.
It's so comfortable, as if it's an extension of my body!
Madara slashed a few times casually, feeling the whimpering evil wind brought up, and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.
Buzz!
And this scythe seemed to have a soul, actually humming in agreement with its master, making a pleasant buzzing sound.
"Let me see how strong you are!" Madara smiled with satisfaction, stroking the buzzing sickle like a lover.
In the next few days, Madara used his own Sage Art Spirit Power to sort out the almost tangled meridians in Tang Hao's body, making him look much better.
The blood-red Kunai made by Tang San that was damaged in City of Slaughter has also been repaired.
This time Tang San added a lot of rare ore materials to it, which is at least strong enough to not be broken so easily.
On this ordinary day, Madara was on the cliff watching Tang San practicing hard while rotating the hammer in the waterfall, when he suddenly felt that his Shadow Clone was actively lifted.
In an instant, a stream of complicated information returned to Madara's mind from Shadow Clone.
"Dugu Bo?" Madara slowly opened his eyes, showing a hint of surprise, and immediately jumped up to say goodbye to Tang Hao Tang San.
"Brother, I will find you soon!" Although Tangshan had been mentally prepared for his brother to leave, he couldn't be happy at this moment.
"Don't worry! We will still have a long time to be brothers!" Madara patted his shoulder comfortingly, then turned to look at Tang Hao and said, "Old man, let Tang San go there when it's almost time! I have already arranged some methods inside!"
"You don't have to say that!" Tang Hao snorted coldly and stopped talking. He seemed unhappy and only cared about his younger brother. Don't you know that there is an old man here that you talk about?
"Old man, take care of yourself, don't get angry so easily!" Madara didn't pay attention, as if he had seen through Tang Hao's heart, he smiled slightly.
As soon as Madara finished speaking, a huge space distortion swept him in.