manynovel Chapter 120 Blood on the Hand
Chapter 120 Blood on the Hand
Chapter 120 The Blood of the Thousand Hands
early morning.
Sosuke stood by the window, looking at the spot where Misa Hayama had disappeared last night.
The snow on the ground covered the traces of the fight, and the broken tree was cleared away by the secret service overnight.
"Takaya Jonin"
Ryoma Aburame walked over, holding today's schedule in his hand.
"The Root side has not yet responded to what happened last night. However, it would be best if you did not leave the Kikyo-kan area today."
"No, I want to go out."
Sousuke straightened his green Jonin vest and tied his headband around his arm.
"Where to?"
"Go find Master Heifu."
"You cannot leave the village," Longma reminded him.
"There's no need to leave the village. Master Kurofu has already come to Konoha at my invitation and is currently in Red Fan Street."
Sosuke took out a box.
Those were the materials he used to repair Misa Hayama's broken sword.
Chakra-conducting metal powder with a purity of 99%.
"Also, go and inform Jonin Misa that she needs to be present during the sword-repairing process."
Hongshan Street.
The shop that was originally run by the old blacksmith with only half an eyebrow has now been completely renovated.
Although the signboard remained the same, the logo of the Takaya Shokai was now displayed.
Yes, this shop has been acquired by Sosuke.
That old blacksmith has been forging iron all his life, and his skills are quite good. Now he enjoys a high salary from the Takaya Trading Company.
But today, this respected old blacksmith is like a newly initiated apprentice, his expression excited, even with a hint of admiration.
Because the legendary man was standing in front of his anvil.
Blackie.
An old man, short in stature but with muscles as bulging as a rock.
The foremost blacksmith in the ninja world. The swords he forges are priceless.
Because of his arrival, the blacksmith shop became a temporary forging mecca.
Sousuke led Ryoma to the door.
Misa Hayama had arrived. She was wearing a green vest and standing ramrod straight.
You are five minutes late.
Misa said coldly.
"Sorry, it took a little time to prepare the materials."
Sousuke gestured for Ryoma to stand guard outside the door.
The two entered the shop, and a wave of heat hit them.
"Master Heifu".
Sosuke bowed slightly to the short figure.
Heifu turned around.
He only has one eye; the other is a black hole. It is said that he was blinded by the fire in the furnace.
"Is this the knife you wanted repaired?"
Without exchanging pleasantries, Hei Fu extended his hand directly.
Sosuke handed Misa the knife.
Hei Fu drew his sword.
A flash of cold light appeared, but in the middle of the blade, there was an extremely fine black line.
"An old relic from the Second Hokage era."
Hei Fu's fingers traced the blade.
"The craftsmanship of the Senju clan. It uses flowing steel, mixed with chakra metal unique to that era."
"Unfortunately, it was used for too long, and the meridians were broken."
Haf placed the knife on the anvil.
"It can't be repaired. Unless you have a chakra-conducting metal of equal quality."
"I have."
Sosuke opened the box.
The grayish-black powder shimmered with a bluish glow under the firelight, like stardust.
The old blacksmith gasped.
"This—this is 99% pure chakra-conducting metallic powder?! So much?!"
Hei Fu grabbed a handful of powder and rubbed it between his fingertips.
"This is amazing—this purity, it must have been stolen from the treasury of some powerful prefecture!"
"That's not important."
Sosuke looked at Kurofu.
"The important thing is, can it be repaired? And I want you to increase its conductivity by 20%."
"Twenty percent?"
Hei Fu chuckled.
"As long as there's enough of this powder, I can boost it by 30%! I can even make it develop chakra memories!"
"Let's begin."
""
Sosuke stepped back and stood in the shadows.
"However, according to your rules—"
He looked at Misa.
"This level of reforging requires the blood of the sword's owner."
"Blood?" Misa frowned.
"That's right."
Heifu picked up a sharp knife.
"This knife has already acquired a spirit. If new metal is added, it will lose its original spirit."
"You must use your blood to temper it, so that the new metal can remember your chakra fluctuations."
"This is an ancient method."
Misa didn't hesitate. She was a ninja; bloodshed was commonplace for her.
She stretched out her arm and rolled up her sleeve. The bluish veins on her snow-white forearm were clearly visible.
How much do you want?
"bowl."
Hei Fu handed over a black ceramic bowl.
Meisha took the knife and made a cut on her wrist with her index finger.
Fresh blood gushed out and fell into the bowl.
Sosuke stood in the shadows, his snake-like pupil slightly contracted beneath the eyepatch over his left eye.
He stared intently at the bowl of blood.
In that bright red blood, he saw something that ordinary people could not perceive.
Extremely vigorous vitality.
Blood does not immediately coagulate or lose its activity after leaving the body.
On the contrary, those blood cells were still actively pulsating in the snake's microscopic field of vision, emitting a pale green halo.
"Is this... the explicit manifestation of the Senju clan's Yang Release technique?"
Zongsuke thought to himself.
Ordinary people's blood is inanimate. But her blood is a living medicine.
That's enough.
Hei Fu took the bowl of blood and poured most of it onto the red-hot knife blank.
Sizzle—! !!
A plume of red smoke rose into the air.
The chakra in the blood was activated by the high temperature, emitting a strange fragrance.
"Hammer!"
Hei Fu shouted loudly.
The old blacksmith immediately handed over the sledgehammer.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
The forging process has begun.
The forging process lasted a full day.
As the sun set, a brand new longsword was forged.
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The blade turned a dull gray and no longer reflected light. But at the moment chakra was injected, a layer of flowing water ripples appeared on the surface of the blade.
That's the manifestation of chakra conduction reaching its peak.
"Give it a try."
Haf threw the knife to Misa.
Misa caught the knife and casually swung it.
hum!
The air was cut open, producing a low hum.
A pale blue chakra blade extended from the tip of the knife, reaching a length of half a meter, and easily sliced through a piece of iron ingot beside it.
Like cutting tofu.
"A fine knife."
A hint of joy flashed in Misa's eyes.
This is the knife her father left behind; now it has not only been restored, but it's even stronger.
Thank you.
She looked at Sosuke, her tone softening slightly.
"Consider this a favor I owe you. The ninjutsu I demonstrated before doesn't count."
Sousuke had previously offered to demonstrate the nature transformation of Earth Release chakra in exchange, but now it seems that this small favor is nothing compared to the kindness shown to her. She's not one to take advantage of others.
"You are welcome."
Sousuke smiled.
"I heard you're going to the battlefield soon. I hope this knife will help you survive."
These words sounded very warm, and Misa was taken aback for a moment.
"Thanks."
But only Sosuke himself knew that the subtext of those words was: Your body is of great research value, so please keep it active and don't die easily.
Goodbye.
Misa sheathed her sword and turned to leave. She was eager to get back and get used to the weight of her new blade.
Wait until Misa's figure disappeared.
Sosuke strode over to the anvil and picked up the black ceramic bowl.
At the bottom of the bowl, there was still a little less than half a bowl of fresh blood.
Although it had begun to solidify, the cells inside still showed an alarmingly high level of activity in the snake's field of vision.
"This is the blood of the Thousand Hands—"
Sosuke took out a sealed test tube, poured the remaining blood into it, and then carefully put it away close to his body.
That was his real purpose in making this deal.
A ninjutsu demonstration? That was just a side effect.
What he wanted most was this woman's genetic sample.
"Alright, everyone else, please leave."
Heifu threw down the hammer, plopped down on the ground, and gasped for breath.
His one eye was fixed intently on Sosuke.
"Kid, I've finished making the knife. And I've saved that woman's blood for you too."
"Now, it's time to fulfill your promise."
The old blacksmith next to him was about to come up and wipe the master's sweat when he heard this and was stunned.
promise?
"How much do you want?" the old blacksmith asked curiously.
"It's not about money."
Hei Fu sneered and pointed to his dark left eye socket.
"I'm not short of money. Countless powerful and wealthy people in the Land of Fire ask me to forge their swords, and they give me gold by the box."
"But this eye, no amount of money can buy it back."
He looked at Sosuke, his eyes filled with a frantic desire.
"You said you could restore my sight?"
"certainly."
Sosuke carefully put away the test tubes.
"I never break my word."
"Now that you have fulfilled my request, it is time for me to pay you back."
Sosuke clapped his hands.
"Come out, Lord Orochimaru."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadows in the shop suddenly twisted.
The old blacksmith was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud.
Orochimaru, wearing a white coat, came out.
"Is this the blacksmith you were talking about—the one who wanted to get his eyes replaced?"
Orochimaru licked his lips and sized up Kurofu.
"Three——Sannin Orochimaru?!"
Heifu was also shocked.
He never expected that the "doctor" behind Sosuke was actually this legendary big shot.
"Don't be nervous."
Sosuke walked up to Kurofu.
"Lord Orochimaru's skills are the best in the ninja world."
"He has prepared a special eye for you."
Orochimaru pulled a glass bottle from his pocket.
An eyeball is soaking in the bottle.
Those are not human eyes.
That was the eye of an eagle.
The Eye of the Ninja Hawk, modified with cursed seals and activated with chakra.
"This eye has extremely strong microscopic vision."
Orochimaru shook the bottle.
"It allows you to see the changes in the crystals inside a metal."
"For a blacksmith, this is the eye of God."
Heifu's breathing became rapid.
For artisans who pursue the ultimate in craftsmanship, this temptation is greater than life itself.
"Put it on for me!"
Blackie roared.
"Right here."
Orochimaru smiled.
"As you wish."
He stretched out his pale hand, and a chakra scalpel materialized at his fingertips.
"It might hurt a little. But for the sake of art, just bear with it."
Half an hour later.
Hei Fu covered his left eye, knelt on the ground, and trembled all over.
Fresh blood trickled down between his fingers.
But he suddenly opened his eyes.
The once empty eye socket now holds a sharp, golden eagle eye.
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He looked around.
The world has changed.
He looked at the pair of pliers that had just been broken.
In his field of vision, the rust on the surface of the pliers was magnified countless times, and he could even see the tiny cracks caused by metal fatigue.
"I saw it—I saw it!"
Blackie shouted with ecstasy.
"Is this what the microscopic world is like?!"
"With this eye, I can forge a divine weapon! A true divine weapon!"
Sosuke stood aside, watching this scene unfold.
The transaction is complete.
He received the blood of the Thousand Hands.
Haf got Hawkeye.
Orochimaru, on the other hand, obtained perfect data for human experiments—the immediate response to cross-species organ transplantation.
This deal is a win-win-win situation.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Master Hef."
Sosuke patted Kurofu on the shoulder.
"I may need to trouble you again in the future."
"No problem! As long as you can provide the best forging materials!"
He was in a good mood.
Someone who can command Orochimaru and possess such a divine eye is definitely worthy of his kinship.
Sousuke turned around and looked at Orochimaru.
"Lord Orochimaru, this sample—"
He took out the test tube containing Mesa's blood.
"Go back to your bellflower pavilion."
Orochimaru stuck out his tongue.
"I'm also very interested to see just how many of Hashirama Senju's secrets are hidden within this so-called commoner Jonin."
"We have to work overtime tonight."
The old blacksmith stood to the side, trembling as he watched the three men. He desperately wished he hadn't been there, hadn't heard their words.