Hatake Sakumo spoke as he lightly moved his wrist.
A faint white glow suddenly surfaced over the wooden sword, vanishing in an instant.
"I heard Kakashi say you used 'Water Release: Water Blade Slash.' It works on a similar principle, but that technique attaches chakra to a single point, then uses the rotating water flow to create a wrapping effect."
Qingyu nodded, taking the lesson to heart.
That was indeed how it worked. When he infused Water Release chakra, he did not pour all of it into the weapon.
He merely rotated it around one point, while the rest propelled the water flow, allowing the technique to enhance the kunai's sharpness.
The more places chakra was attached to, the greater the demand on chakra control.
That was why shinobi generally tried to use ninja tools such as kunai and short blades.
"Also, if you want to go further down the path of ninja tools, it would be best to forge a weapon of your own."
Hatake Sakumo withdrew the wooden sword and planted it on the ground.
"Ninja tools forged from special metals allow chakra to flow freely through the weapon itself. They can even amplify chakra of particular attributes."
"A ninja tool made from Chakra Metal?"
Kakashi asked from the side.
"That would be the best option."
Hatake Sakumo nodded.
Chakra Metal used for forging ninja tools actually had many detailed classifications.
However, any metal capable of conducting chakra was broadly referred to as Chakra Metal.
Some rarer varieties could allow chakra of specific attributes to pass through a weapon with almost no loss, or even magnify its power.
"I understand."
Qingyu nodded.
He had actually been considering a personal ninja tool for a long time.
Since he was going to follow the path of swordsmanship, there was no reason not to make use of Senju Tobirama's legacy.
The renowned master of forbidden techniques, Senju Tobirama, had created countless Ninjutsu in his life. He had also tried to venture into the field of ninja tools.
When he was young, he created an experimental weapon. It was later sealed away because it was too difficult to control. That ninja tool was called the Sword of the Thunder God.
The blade had been forged entirely from high-purity Chakra Metal. It could also convert the user's chakra into Lightning Release chakra, producing lightning with every swing.
Put simply, even a basic attack came with special effects.
Senju Tobirama later discovered that the sword relied too heavily on the quality of its user's chakra and placed extremely harsh demands on control. Ordinary shinobi simply could not wield it, so he sealed it away.
Of course, the sword was a different matter in the hands of someone without sufficient strength.
Qingyu remembered that in the original story, Konoha Chunin Aoi Rokushō had stolen the Sword of the Thunder God and used it terribly.
When he fought Naruto and Sasuke, Sasuke's "Chidori" split cracks into the blade, and Naruto finished it off with a "Rasengan," rendering it completely useless.
But that was the wielder's fault, not the sword's.
In the hands of a Jonin or an even stronger shinobi, it would never be so fragile that it shattered after a single strike.
After all, the ninja tools of the Kusanagi Sword series were practically indestructible and could withstand Ninjutsu head-on.
A product made by Senju Tobirama naturally would not be such a failure.
Qingyu now lived with Tsunade. They were family.
And if he was family with Tsunade, then naturally he was family with Senju Tobirama as well.
Inheriting Senju Tobirama's sword was perfectly reasonable.
When he got back, Qingyuan planned to mention it to Tsunade.
As Qingyu was thinking, a new line of text suddenly appeared in the corner of his vision.
[Collectible trait detected: One Thousand Years of Death] [E-rank trait: One Thousand Years of Death] [Effect: Makes it easier to see through an enemy's openings.]
Qingyu's eyelid twitched.
Fortunately, it did not increase the power of that technique when he used it.
He glanced at Hatake Sakumo, who was looking at him with admiration.
Hatake Sakumo himself was actually quite playful. The so-called "One Thousand Years of Death" was an obscure taijutsu technique where one formed the Tiger hand seal behind an enemy and thrust both hands toward the opponent's anus.
He had used the technique on a large number of Yugakure shinobi, leaving those shinobi traumatized. They all believed that the title "White Fang of the Leaf" came from that Ninjutsu.
Still, setting aside the technique's bizarre nature, the effect of this trait was unexpectedly good.
Being able to spot openings more easily was essentially an improvement in perception.
The ability to casually circle behind an enemy and launch a sneak attack without being noticed was extremely dangerous in actual combat.
If he had used a kunai instead of his fingers, the fight would have ended immediately.
"Qingyu, you learned it so quickly too!"
Rin Nohara's voice pulled Qingyu's attention back.
She sat kneeling beside them, the wooden sword resting across her lap, her face full of amazement.
"I can understand Kakashi being amazing, since he's Lord Sakumo's son, but Qingyu is just too..."
Rin Nohara suddenly could not find the right words to describe it.
She remembered clearly that Hatake Sakumo had demonstrated the movements only once, yet Qingyu and Kakashi had both completely reproduced the entire sequence.
The shock was far greater than when she had first watched the two spar with swords.
Some gaps could only truly be understood after experiencing them firsthand.
They had obviously learned the same movements together today, yet Qingyu and Kakashi progressed at an absurd speed.
She had needed to devote all her attention just to remembering the order of the moves, while the two of them had already moved on to the next technique.
"Qingyu has the Sharingan. That's not fair."
Obito muttered unhappily, staring at Qingyu's eyes, which had already returned to black. His tone was filled with envy.
If he had the Sharingan, Rin would definitely see him in a whole new light.
Obito shouted in his heart that it was unfair. Why had he not awakened his eyes first?
Qingyu glanced at him and shook his head.
See? You're getting impatient again.
Night fell.
Qingyu walked home alone. He first took a detour to buy food for the evening before returning home.
The living room lights were on. Tsunade had unusually not gone to the casino today. She sat cross-legged on the sofa, flipping through a horse-racing magazine with loud slaps.
Besides traditional gambling, Tsunade intended to try something new and see whether she could break her curse of losing every bet.
Several empty shot glasses sat on the coffee table, and a faint scent of alcohol still lingered in the air.
Qingyu did not beat around the bush. He sat directly across from her and roughly explained what he had heard at the Hatake home that afternoon about ninja tools.
"Tsunade, I want a personal ninja tool."
"Where would I get the money to buy you a ninja tool?"
Tsunade paused while turning the pages, then continued flipping through the magazine as though nothing had happened. Her tone was somewhat guilty.
She had lost again today.
And not a small amount, either.
That was why she had come home so early tonight.
Tsunade had heard that Jiraiya had returned to the village. She was currently figuring out how to ask him for a loan to get through this rough patch.
"Not buy one."
Qingyu shook his head.
"I want the Second's Sword of the Thunder God."
"The Sword of the Thunder God."
Tsunade put down the magazine and visibly relaxed.
As long as she did not have to spend money.
She thought about it carefully and remembered that such a thing did exist.
Tobirama had made many experimental items in his youth. The Sword of the Thunder God was the most representative among them. Because it was so difficult to control, few people could use it. It was later confiscated by the village and had been gathering dust in Konoha's Armory ever since.
"It belongs to the village now. It's being kept in a designated storage area."
Tsunade rubbed her brow. The alcohol had not entirely worn off, and her voice was somewhat lazy.
To Tsunade, paying with her own money and having the village pay were completely different concepts.
After all, as long as she did not have to pay out of pocket, it was fine.
As the saying went, use the village's money to work your own connections.
Tsunade felt that her family had given everything to the village, so this small request should not be a problem.
Besides, many of those things should have been hers to inherit in the first place. They had merely been allocated to the village.
"If there's a chance, I'll help you speak to the old man about it."
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