Unscrupulous Person

"Sir, do you need a porter?"

"No!" one of the black-haired youths waved his hand.

"Then do you need a guide, sir? We're all native people of the Land of Artisans!"

"If you need any service, we can help you!" Miyake Yusuke's sharp eyes spotted the rod covered in black patterns on the black-haired youth's back.

"That's right! That alluring golden color, I definitely wouldn't mistake it. This guy is a big fat sheep!" Miyake Yusuke roared inwardly.

"No!" The black-haired youth shook his head and walked through the crowd with the red-haired youth beside him.

Watching the black-haired youth's receding back, Miyake Yusuke quickly ran to the other side, pulled the confused Naganuma Kento aside, and quickly uttered a sentence, silencing Naganuma Kento who was about to "curse."

"There's a big deal! That black-haired kid is probably a runaway rich young master, and that iron rod he's carrying is actually full of gold!"

"Really?! You guarantee you didn't mistake it?" A strong greed flashed in Naganuma Kento's eyes.

"Is that so... then how do we split it?" Naganuma Kento narrowed his eyes.

"I found the fat sheep, so it's seven-three!"

"Hmph! You wish. What use are those brats under you who haven't even grown all their fur? It should be seven-three for me..." Naganuma Kento retorted disdainfully.

Miyake Yusuke gritted his teeth and said, "Forty percent each, and the remaining twenty percent goes to whoever captures that kid!"

"Deal!" Naganuma Kento thought for a moment and agreed.

Then the two spat in their palms and slapped them together as a vow.

The two youths who arrived at the Land of Artisans by boat were naturally Souya and Sasori.

Originally, after their unexpected gains in the Land of Bears, the two wanted to return directly to the Land of Wind, but Sasori couldn't resist and studied Samehada a little. After that.

Sasori was surprised to find that with his previous metal-cutting skills, he couldn't handle Samehada.

Even though Samehada was in a sealed state, it still seemed to possess a biological instinctual response. Whether it was high-temperature scorching or sharp blade cutting.

When touched, its surface would still raise barbs, greatly increasing its hardness. This meant it couldn't be re-smelted.

That's right, in Souya's opinion, the way those guys in the Land of Bears used the star as a medium for cultivating Chakra was simply courting death.

Even if they were lucky enough to cultivate the so-called "Mysterious Peacock Method" to a profound level, their strength would only reach that of a Jonin. The only special thing was that they had the ability to fly.

But even a Jonin who emerged after consuming a large amount of life would have an extremely short lifespan, just like the male Star Ninja Souya met who was already on his last legs.

However, the female Star Ninja named Natsuhi Star cultivated the "Mysterious Peacock Method" to a higher level, but her vitality was quite sufficient, and she could live for at least another ten years or so.

Could it be because of hair color... After all, the importance of bloodline in the ninja world was undeniable.

Souya, who came from a commoner background, felt this deeply. Although he was called a genius due to his extraordinary comprehension, there were too many obstacles hindering his further progress in strength.

The first issue was the amount of Chakra. If only he could have the "Chakra" bloodline...

"Hey, Sasori! Do you know which way to go?" Souya and the other walked along a tree-lined path. The fields beside them were filled with weeds, as if they had been abandoned for some time.

"I don't know."

"Then why did you come to the Land of Artisans?" Souya rolled his eyes.

"My grandmother only told me that the Land of Artisans has the most outstanding craftsmanship in metal forging, and there are many secret techniques that can give weapons and armor unexpected functions."

"And the first step in weapon manufacturing requires processing metal. I assume the forging masters here must have processed a lot of rare metals, and there are specialized workshops to deal with them," Sasori said confidently.

"Then do you know any masters in the Land of Artisans?" Souya asked.

"I don't know."

"Why do you look so confident when you don't know anything?" Souya continued walking speechlessly.

Suddenly, Souya stopped. He smiled and said, "The guide is here!"

"Kid! I advise you to hand over all your valuables obediently! Otherwise..."

"Hehehe! You two are so tender and fair-skinned. If you dressed up, many gentlemen would like you in the Flower District!" A burly man with a stout build suddenly sprang from the field into the middle of the road.

A beard like a pine needle covered his chin. Upon spotting the golden glint on Souya's back, his eyes shot out with unconcealed greed.

Creak creak!

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen muscular men with bare chests surrounded them, brandishing their fists as big as sand pots.

The smell of sweat mixed with a strange sour odor assailed their nostrils, almost drowning Souya and the other.

Even the usually indifferent Sasori frowned at this moment.

Whoosh!

A sharp whistling sound cut through the air. Souya dodged to the side. It turned out to be a hidden arrow flying from a distance, aimed directly at Souya's face. This was an attempt to kill Souya in one fell swoop.

Souya glanced at the arrow embedded in the earthen wall. The material was ordinary, and there was no trace of Chakra attached to it. This was achieved entirely by brute force. Souya was somewhat surprised for a moment; this strength was extraordinary...

"Huh? Dog leg Xiong?! You cowardly wretch, are you trying to ambush us from the shadows?!" Naganuma Kento roared in anger upon seeing this.

He scanned his surroundings, finally finding a figure in a dilapidated thatched hut to his front left. However, this figure looked more like a youth, lacking the palpable aura of sleaze that Miyake Yusuke exuded.

But now isn't the time to settle scores with that lackey Yusuke. That kid's really lucky to have dodged that arrow...

Naganuma Kento thought to himself. Dealing with this kid quickly was the priority. As for the split... what a joke. Everything these two had was rightfully his!

Just as Naganuma Kento signaled with his eyes, indicating his subordinates to surround them, Naganuma Kento seemed to hear a devil's whisper.

"Except for the leader and the one shooting the arrow in the distance, kill the rest..."