As the days passed, Nangong Zhe also welcomed a long awaited rest day.
Originally, the concept of rest days didn't exist in the blacksmith shop, but the value of a batch of Wood leaf orders was self-evident.
The boss uncle waved his hand and gave himself and Nangong Zhe a half-month long holiday, wanting to let him rest for a few days.
Nangong Zhe's hard work every day was seen by the uncle uncle. It was indeed not easy for a young boy to bear the burden of his and his sister's life.
However, Nangong Zhe didn't take advantage of the holiday to slack off.
Because he still needed to work hard, to strive for a guarantee of his own life in this troubled world – his own strength.
Before his grandfather died, he used his life's strength to forcibly lay a foundation for Nangong Zhe.
Not everyone could cultivate Chakra just by getting the so-called Chakra book. Otherwise, with the five major countries' population base, how could only give birth to a ninja from a ninja village?
Almost everyone who became a ninja had a bloodline inheritance, which was like a hidden bloodstain – the trait of becoming a ninja.
Nangong Zhe originally didn't have it.
Even at the cost of his grandfather's life, he only managed to open a small gap in the heavy door that sealed his future.
How far he could go and how strong he could become still depended on Nangong Zhe's own opportunities and efforts.
His grandfather could only leave Nangong Zhe the key to open the door – the black sword.
At this time, Nangong Zhe was holding the black sword in his hand and came to a small forest behind his residence.
The black sword was four feet long, which was standard for adults.
The blade was very narrow, almost parallel to the hilt, in the shape of a dragon's head.
A blade was spat out from the dragon's mouth.
The hilt was slightly textured, like a piece of dragon scales.
It seemed to be shining, and at first glance, it was a good sword, but in fact, it wasn't like that.
This sword was pitch-black, even if it was held under the sun, no light could be seen reflected.
There were also some small and dense cracks on the body of the sword, making people wonder if the sword would be damaged during the battle.
The forest was not far from the residence, and it only took a few minutes to reach it.
"Come out … You've been following me all the way. Why aren't you coming out?"
Nangong Zhe stabbed his long sword into the ground and leaned on the sword that was slightly longer than him. He looked at the small tree behind him and the small figure beside the tree.
"Big Brother …"
As the voice sounded, Nangong Rou's small figure jumped out from behind the tree. She was both excited and nervous.
"Alright, alright … How can I scold you with that expression?"
Nangong Zhe could only helplessly look at his overly lively sister, not knowing what to say.
"I like my brother to practice swordsmanship ~"
When Nangong Rou saw her brother's expression, she immediately ran over and hugged Nangong Zhe's arm.
"Alright … You can sit here, but don't be too noisy …"
As soon as she finished speaking, Nangong Zhe waved the long sword in his hand and cut down a tree that was as thick as a plate …
The cross-section was very smooth.
"Big Brother is so violent …"
Nangong Rou pouted and looked at Nangong Zhe. However, the smile in her eyes still overflowed.
"Alright, you can sit here obediently …"
After patting Nangong Rou's head, he didn't wait for Nangong Rou's reply and walked straight to the narrow space in front of him. He gently waved the black sword in his hand.
At first, his movements were very slow, so slow that it seemed like the swordsman was very tired. Perhaps in the next second, the long sword would fly out of his hand and the swordsman would fall asleep.
Once …
Twice …
Thrice …
The sword became faster and faster … The black sword that originally didn't reflect light left a trail of sword marks under the effect of the speed.
Intertwined, spread, and painted.
The sword no longer looked like a sword, but more like a brush. Sometimes it was rough, sometimes it was light, and sometimes it was swift and fierce.
A few leaves were lifted up, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the leaves so that they didn't fall to the ground for a long time. They were like butterflies among the flowers, wandering in the sea of flowers formed by the sword marks.
Looking at Nangong Zhe who was happily waving the sword, Nangong Rou was absent-minded.
"Grandpa … You're right."
"Big Brother's aptitude for cultivation is indeed very poor, but his understanding and control of the sword is unparalleled."
"He will definitely be able to create a world of his own."
"But, is what we're doing really good …"
"We've sealed off his previous memories, even if he doesn't know the whole story."
"Will this insurance be insurance or a fuse that leads to the explosives?"
"Things have already come to this, there's no way to change it …"
"With Big Brother's temperament, maybe he won't vent his anger on me, but how can Big Brother let those ninjas who massacred the village go?"
"With Big Brother's current strength, he can deal with ordinary people. But against real ninjas who kill for a living, it's still not enough … Even if it's the lowest level ninja, Big Brother will have a hard time dealing with them. "
"What's more, those people who massacred the village …"
Shaking her head, she cleared her thoughts. Nangong Rou blinked her eyes, and looked at Nangong Zhe again.
"Big Brother … Don't worry … Your sword is in a mess."
Nangong Rou saw Nangong Zhe's sword getting faster and faster, but a leaf slipped through, so she reminded him.
"Okay …"
Nangong Zhe opened his mouth to reply, but the sword qi leaked out, and a few leaves fell to the ground.
"Nangong's family's swordsmanship is passed down in the family, and the most important thing is not the moves. I'm only at the beginner's level, and I still can't really control the thick True Qi that Grandpa passed on to me, so I can only use it crudely. "
"Sigh … Looks like I have to continue working hard."
Nangong Zhe raised his hand and looked at the black sword in his hand. His fingertips gently rubbed the veins and cracks on the sword's spine.
"Okay, okay … Grandpa took three years to reach the beginner's level, but Big Brother, you've only started for three months. What's there to be anxious about?"
"Let's go home, I'll cook something good for you."
"Today, the aunt next door came over and brought some beef. She said she bought too much and asked us to share the burden."
"How is it? Are you happy … We have meat to eat."
Nangong Rou looked at Nangong Zhe's gloomy face and comforted him, changing the topic.
"Is that so …"
"The aunt next door is not doing well either. Her husband died in the war, and she's alone with her child."
"Rou Rou, when we go back, take some money and buy some necessities for the aunt next door."
"We can't take advantage of the aunt, got it …"
Nangong Zhe raised his hand and held Nangong Rou's small hand. He put his sword behind his back and said.
"Got it, Big Brother is so long-winded."
"How can I not know about these things?"
"Stop nagging here, I'll go back and make you some beef stew."
After saying that, Nangong Rou skipped to the front.
Looking at Nangong Rou's small back, Nangong Zhe's eyes wavered.
"How can I not be anxious?"
"I just want you to live happily!"
"Live!"
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