Looking at it, this shinobi village, which is famous for its blacksmithing, is much shabbier than expected.
There are blacksmith shops lined up on both sides of the street, with the sound of clanging and hammering coming and going, and the air is filled with the smell of coal and rust.
But the finished ninja tools placed at the door of the shop - rough blades, crooked Shuriken, and rusty Kunai - made Uchiha Jun couldn't help but frown.
"This is the main supplier of Five Great Nations ninja tools?"
Chino whispered, "It feels... not as exquisite as the swords of those wandering warriors Land of Iron."
En Oyashiro didn't say anything, but his expression already gave the answer: It's really not good, after all, he didn't buy it from Takumi Village.
Uchiha Jun didn't answer and walked straight towards the largest building in the center of the village.
--Takumi Village leader's mansion.
The guard in front of the door saw three strangers approaching and was about to stop him when he met Uchiha Jun's dark eyes.
[Genjutsu·Sharingan.]
The eyes of the two guards instantly became empty, and they froze in place like puppets on strings, and mechanically opened the door.
Uchiha Jun walked into the mansion, walked through a dim corridor, and opened the door of the deepest room.
Takumi Village leader - an old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face, is sitting on the tatami, holding a yellowed book in his hand, reading with gusto.
Seeing the stranger who suddenly broke in, he was stunned for a moment, and then became furious. "Who are you! Who let you in! Guard! Guard--"
His shouting stopped abruptly.
Because Uchiha Jun had already walked in front of him, and the pair of Three-Tomoe Sharingan met his eyes squarely.
"Tell me all the information about the ancestor of First in your village - Seimei."
The old man's eyes suddenly became distracted, and his mouth opened uncontrollably, like a puppet being manipulated, and he began to mechanically reveal those long-lasting secrets.
Half an hour later, Uchiha Jun, En Oyashiro and Chino were sitting in the living room of the leader's mansion, with several yellowed drawings and ancient scrolls spread out in front of them.
"Four artifacts..." Uchiha Jun's fingers tapped lightly on the table.
"Infinite Hole Armor, Dragon Eye Extending Sword, Peacock Twin Swords, Light Sword--two of them are in the hands of two Elite Jonin, and the other two... are lost."
En Oyashiro frowned slightly. "Do you need me to send a clone to conduct a blanket search? As long as you draw a rough range, you should be able to find it within half a month."
"Half a month?" Uchiha Jun shook his head, "Too slow."
He stood up, walked to the window, and glanced at the blacksmiths below who were still clanging, and his tone was as calm as if he was talking about what to have for dinner today:
"I have a faster way."
Three minutes later.
Takumi Village Over the sky, a terrifying chakra coercion shrouded down like a substance.
All the villagers - men, women, old and young, whether they were blacksmithing or eating - stopped what they were doing at the same moment.
Their eyes became hollow and dull, like puppets whose souls had been taken away. They mechanically put down the tools in their hands and marched in uniform steps towards the open space in the center of the village.
Chino stood behind Uchiha Jun, looking at the villagers below who gathered like zombies, and couldn't help but swallow.
"This... is this Genjutsu of Sharingan?"
En Oyashiro on the side did not speak, but his eyes were shining with a complicated light at this moment.
--Sharingan can still be used like this? What a terrifying eye power.
Three days later.
Takumi Village In the middle of the open space outside the village, four artifacts of different shapes were neatly placed on the ground.
[Infinite Hole Armor]--A set of full-body armor that is completely black and covered with fine holes. Each hole can emit chakra needles and absorb chakra, integrating offense and defense.
[Dragon Eye Extending Sword]--A soft sword whose blade can be freely stretched, bent and deformed. After being infused with chakra, its hardness is comparable to Kusanagi Sword.
[Peacock Twin Swords]--Two gorgeous one-handed swords, the swords are inlaid with malachite, which can increase the power of Wind Release and Fire Release Ninjutsu.
[Light Sword]--A long sword made of some kind of translucent crystal. When activated by chakra, it will emit a laser, which is astonishingly powerful.
En Oyashiro stood aside and glanced back and forth at the four artifacts. Even with his forging skills, he couldn't help but sigh, "Takumi Village's ancestor First... is indeed a genius."
"Geniuses belong to geniuses, but it is a pity that the inheritance inherited from geniuses has been wasted by these wastes for so many years."
Uchiha Jun squatted down, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the ground in the center of the four artifacts.
Then--
The chakra in the body, like a flood bursting from a dam, poured into the four artifacts crazily!
Buzz--!!!
A dazzling white light exploded from the gaps between the four artifacts, illuminating the entire open space like daylight!
The white light condensed into a huge light group, wrapped the four artifacts in it, and slowly rose.
Uchiha Jun did not stop and continued to output chakra.
As time passed, he noticed that the light group began to shrink, condense, and shape towards the center - as if something was awakening within it.
En Oyashiro on the side, watching this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank!
What did he see?
--In the light group, a vague humanoid outline is slowly condensing!
The silhouette emerged from the cocoon and stood in the center of the light group!
The light gradually dissipated.
In the center of the open space, a tall man with a delicate face was slowly opening his eyes.
He was wearing a white, simple robe, with long hair shawl-shouldered. He looked to be in his early thirties, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes far beyond his age.
Takumi Village First ancestor--Seimei.
He looked down at his hands, and then looked up at the unfamiliar sights around him. A trace of confusion first flashed across his weathered eyes, and then was replaced by a deep understanding.