The scene in the forging area made Seimei collapse more than the library.
The forging tools and craftsmanship used by the blacksmiths known as the "Takumi Village elite craftsmen" are almost exactly the same as the last version of the record during his lifetime.
The only change is that there is a chakra-driven blower next to the furnace - but the design of the blower still uses a semi-finished plan from Seimei's lifetime. There is even a gear that is installed backwards, causing the blower to make a "crunching" noise all the time.
A young blacksmith is forging a Ninja Blade.
Seimei stood behind him. After just one glance, he couldn't help but speak, "The quenching temperature of your knife is ten degrees higher, which will cause the blade to produce micro-cracks that are invisible to the naked eye after continuous use. Not only will the chakra transmission efficiency decrease, but there is also a chance that the blade will break in a Jonin level duel!"
The young blacksmith was stunned when he heard this, looked back at Seimei, and then waved his hand impatiently. "Who are you? Don't you dare to give advice here! You have only been a craftsman for a few years?"
"Our Takumi Village's quenching technology was passed down from our ancestor - Seimei. There has been no problem for many generations! What do you know with your little qualifications!"
Seimei: "..."
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Then, Seimei turned around and strode out of the forging area.
Looking at the gray sky above Takumi Village, Seimei uttered a few words in an extremely complicated voice:
"I want to massacre the village."
En Oyashiro: "Oi... calm down, although the current Takumi Village is bullshit, even if you destroy the village, it won't cause much trouble, but after all, you are still 'rich'. What if you destroy it and affect the boss?"
"I'm calm."
Seimei turned his head, with an almost paranoid flame burning in his eyes, "It is precisely because I am calm that I can clearly see that the inheritance I left behind has not been carried forward, but has been used as an ancestral tablet, and it has been left intact for nearly a hundred years!"
"Originally, I thought that in the past hundred years, even if there were no geniuses as talented as me, there would at least be technological iterative progress!"
"I might be able to iterate and upgrade this time after my resurrection! I didn't expect that they are all a bunch of trash!!"
Uchiha Jun leaned against the door frame of the ancestral hall, folded his hands on his chest, looked at the furious Seimei with a troubled expression, and said, "Since you can't stand it anymore, then do it."
Seimei turned his head and looked at Uchiha Jun, then nodded heavily.
"Thank you boss!"
"Well, I'll wait for you at the entrance of the village."
Two hours later.
Seimei walked out of Takumi Village, with an extremely complicated look on his face - some anger, some helplessness, but more of a... relief.
"Finished?"
"It's over." Seimei pinched his eyebrows, with a hint of exhaustion in his voice, "It's not like we found nothing, twelve and a half volumes of broken forging diagrams, twenty-seven half-finished machine design drawings..."
"That's all?"
"That's all." Seimei sighed, "About one-third of the inheritance I left behind during my lifetime can only be used so much. The other parts are either lost or stolen."
"And I also discovered the truth behind Takumi Village's downfall!"
Uchiha Jun raised his eyebrows when he heard this, what he likes most is listening to this kind of music.
"Elaborate!"
"Back then, after my death, two factions gradually formed within Takumi Village."
Seimei's tone was very calm, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.
"One group calls itself 'Innovation Faction' and advocates inheriting the technical legacy I left behind, innovating and innovating, and continuing to develop forging skills to make Takumi Village a true ninja tool technology center - to follow my legacy."
"The other group calls itself 'Commerce Faction' and believes that no matter how powerful the blacksmithing is, it is better to use my brains and use my golden name as the 'First ancestor' to expand more business channels, make more money and improve Takumi Village."
Uchiha Jun, folding his arms, listened with interest.
"When the two factions first split, they could barely maintain a superficial harmony - Innovation Faction was responsible for research and development of new products, and Commerce Faction was responsible for sales."
Seimei paused, with a hint of chill in his voice. "But as time went by, the contradiction became deeper and deeper. Commerce Faction found that instead of waiting for Innovation Faction to slowly engage in research and development, it would be better to directly use the first version of the design drawings I left behind to mass-produce it. People outside can't tell the difference between good and bad anyway - as long as it is sold under the banner of 'personally passed down from the original ancestor', it can still be sold at a high price."
"Of course Innovation Faction won't do it. They think this is damaging Takumi Village's brand. The two parties escalated from a quarrel to a fight, and from a fight to a fight with weapons..."
"In the end, in a large-scale internal strife, the leaders of the two factions had a final decisive battle in this secret room."
"The result is - both sides suffer losses, and everyone dies."
"After the elites of the two factions died together in this secret room, the news spread to the ground. The remaining middle- and lower-class craftsmen and businessmen of Takumi Village were leaderless and in chaos - and at this time, a group of wandering businessmen from Land of Iron smelled an opportunity."
"They took advantage of the window period of Takumi Village's internal power vacuum to acquire a large number of Takumi Village's industrial and technical drawings at low prices, and then gradually penetrated into Takumi Village's management in the name of 'joint venture'."
"Those wandering businessmen are very smart - they know that the real value of Takumi Village lies not in those semi-broken technical drawings, but in the gold-lettered signboard I left behind."
"The name 'First Ancestor Seimei' was still a well-known hard currency in the entire Shinobi World ninja market at that time."
When Seimei said this, the sarcasm on his lips deepened. "So, under my banner, they began to mass-produce crudely made ninja tools and sell them to those who didn't know how to take advantage of them, making a lot of money."
Seimei raised his head and looked in the direction of Takumi Village, where the fire was burning. A cold light flashed in his eyes.
Uchiha Jun leaned against the tree trunk, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
This trip to Takumi Village was more fruitful than expected.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Cao Cong not far away.
A small black snake was swimming quickly along the grass under the moonlight.
--Kakuzu's communication.
Uchiha Jun stretched out his hand, let the little snake wrap around his finger, took out a small scroll from the snake's mouth, and unfolded it.