After receiving the recommendation letter and gauntlet from Hatake Uncle, Nangong Zhe was still in a trance.
For a twelve-year-old Nangong Zhe, no matter how mature and steady he was, he was still a child after all.
Such a large amount of information was like a huge wave in the sea, and it almost overwhelmed Nangong Zhe.
Hatake Family …
How many people in the ninja world didn't remember this family?
Wood leaf White Fang, Hatake Sakumo.
This person was famous throughout the ninja world, and even the Sannin couldn't compete with him.
White Fang had killed countless opponents until their blood flowed like a river.
And uncle actually belonged to this family. What's even more incredible is that as a descendant of a prominent family, uncle Hatake Sakumo should be able to get the title of a ninja, right?
But this also explains why Wood leaf would order weapons from uncle Hatake Sakumo's blacksmith shop. After all, they were on the same side, so of course there was a certain degree of trust.
In a daze, the day came to an end.
After returning home, looking at the gauntlet and black sword in front of him, Nangong Zhe had a contemplative look on his face.
Uncle Hatake Family was famous for their swordsmanship, so he naturally had a certain degree of insight.
Uncle Hatake Sakumo gave him the gauntlet for a reason, but the specific use of it was up to Nangong Zhe to discover it himself.
Everyone's fighting style and swordsmanship should have their own characteristics, otherwise it would be a dead object.
Nangong Zhe was very clear about this point.
This is also why when his grandfather died, he didn't leave a sword manual, but left the black sword full of swordsmanship.
Only by exploring and improving oneself can one truly belong to oneself.
After meditating for a long time, Nangong Zhe seemed to have comprehended something, so he put on the gauntlet and black sword and went to the back of the forest.
The black sword was a long sword, and it was four feet long, which was 1.2 meters.
Nangong Zhe was only twelve years old, and although his growth was good, he was only about 1.65 meters.
Therefore, the Black Sword was still too long for Nangong Zhe.
Most of the time, Nangong Zhe wielded his sword single-handedly to display his sword skills.
Arm strength could be trained, but there was nothing that could be done about arm length.
After receiving the Gauntlet Nangong Zhe, he studied it carefully.
The gauntlet wasn't a regular half-gauntlet. Instead, it was a gauntlet that covered the elbows and wrists. The surface wasn't smooth. Instead, there were some patterns on it, and some parts were hollow.
Nangong Zhe tried to slash the back of the sword across the gauntlet, and it actually produced a series of ear-piercing sounds. This was something that could be exploited.
After understanding these things, Nangong Zhe still needed to practice.
Thus, he got into a fighting stance and put the gauntlet on his left arm. He held the sword in his right hand and pressed the blade against the gauntlet.
At first, the sound was ear-piercing. Not to mention affecting the enemy, it affected the user first.
However, as he practiced again and again, Nangong Zhe slowly began to feel something. The sound of the blade rubbing against the gauntlet slowly became different.
The sound, along with his breathing and heartbeat, formed a different kind of harmony.
His movements became more and more coherent, and the sword mark became more and more piercing.
The Black Sword's sword intent was stirred up, and it emitted a faint light.
At this time, Nangong Zhe began to try to transfer his internal energy into the Black Sword and the gauntlet. There was almost no resistance, and the edge of the Black Sword became a blade made of internal energy.
"Success …"
Nangong Zhe's face was filled with joy.
On a tree on the edge of the open space, Hatake uncle was watching with a stunned expression.
"This kid … is really a genius. He's even more talented than Sakumo."
"He can change his sword path according to the changes in his equipment in just one day."
"It seems that I made the right choice in recommending him."
"The Hatake family is now in a period of shortage."
"Sakumo is really strong, but the next generation is still not enough."
"Although Kakashi's performance is not bad, his talent in swordsmanship is not as good as Sakumo's. He can't really bear the burden of the family."
"Zhe joined the Wood leaf family with my recommendation letter. Although he is not an official member of the Hatake family, he is still close to the Hatake family."
"Zhe, don't blame uncle …"
"Although uncle and the old guys in the family are not on good terms, it is still my family."
"If there is a chance to help, naturally I will help."
Uncle's eyes flickered for a while, then he shook his ankle and skillfully displayed his strength. He shuttled through the forest like a light swan, and his figure soon disappeared.
"Uncle …"
Nangong Zhe suddenly looked up and muttered to himself while looking at a tree not far away.
Internal energy was not as good as Chakra, which could perform a variety of Ninjutsu, but it made people's eyes and ears sharp, and the six senses superhuman.
Nangong Zhe didn't pay attention to it before, but his uncle said that he had seen him practice swordsmanship. So naturally, he paid attention to his surroundings.
But Nangong Zhe didn't think too much about it.
It was normal for Uncle to have his own ideas. As long as Uncle never had any bad intentions, Nangong Zhe didn't plan to be too stingy.
He raised his hand and looked at the black sword, muttering to himself.
"This is the most convenient swordsmanship practice I have ever had. I can continue to develop it."
"The most important thing is that it suits me."
Pulling the black sword back into the scabbard on his back, Nangong Zhe walked back to his house. He and Nangong Rou packed their luggage and prepared to officially move in at the Wood leaf family.
The night passed with excitement and apprehension.
Early the next morning, Nangong Zhe took his sister to visit the neighbors who had taken care of them.
After that, they went to the blacksmith shop. Nangong Rou personally made a sumptuous lunch for Uncle Qinghui.
Uncle Qinghui drank a little too much. He kept muttering about the Wood leaf family and the Qinghui family, but the person he talked about the most was White Fang.
"Uncle Qinghui …"
"I don't know why you think so highly of me and gave me the opportunity to move in at the Wood leaf family."
"But Nangong Zhe will remember this favor."
"If Uncle Qinghui needs any help in the future, I will definitely come and help you."
Nangong Zhe helped Uncle Qinghui to the bedroom at the back and looked at Uncle Qinghui who was sleeping on the bed.
His firm tone and serious eyes didn't show any signs of deceit.
After that, he closed the door and walked out.
After Nangong Zhe left, Uncle Qinghui sat up. His eyes were clear, and he didn't look drunk at all.
"Eh? This kid is really smart. Can he tell that I'm not drunk? "
"Fine, fine …"
"Fortunately, this kid has a good temperament. Otherwise, it would be terrible if it backfired."
"Wood leaf … Qinghui …"
"Recently, I have a feeling that something big is going to happen. On a whim, I helped this kid. Hopefully, I didn't make a bad move."
Uncle Qinghui then fell back on the bed with his eyes wide open. No one knew what he was thinking.
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