Inside the Nameless Dojo of the Land of Iron, Itono sat cross-legged in a loose single-layer robe, her chest wrap exposed without a care. A one-handed sword gleaming with cold light lay flat across her knees.
Whoosh!
Uchiha Gen suddenly appeared, and Itono cried out in delight:
"Master!"
"Mm, you look well. You've made quite a bit of progress."
"Hehe."
"But as a woman out in the world, you should pay a little attention to your appearance. What kind of outfit is that?"
Though his words sounded like a reprimand, Itono paid no heed and thrust out her chest before Uchiha Gen.
"Hmph, there's no one else here."
Yet Uchiha Gen's gaze remained calm and still as an ancient well as he said:
"You personally drew this sword out. Do you like it as a gift?"
"I do. What is this sword called?"
"Since it's a gift for you, naturally you should name it."
The sword in Itono's arms was the gift he had promised her long ago. However, to motivate her, he had sealed it inside a sphere of steel and promised that it could only be drawn out through swordsmanship.
Now that she had broken through, she wrote to Uchiha Gen the moment she received her gift.
"Then... I'll call it Nianyuan."
Nianyuan? Uchiha Gen's eyes flickered. He knew perfectly well what his little disciple was thinking, but in the end, he could only disappoint her.
"Not bad. Now that you've broken through, this place is no longer of any use. What are your plans for the future?"
With ninjutsu and swordsmanship combined, Itono's strength had now entered the Kage-level. Beyond this point, Uchiha Gen could no longer offer her much help. What she needed now was insight.
It would be difficult for anyone else to walk his