"Ito, hand over the child in your hands to us," said the Ninja in the middle. He was different from the other two Ninjas. His belt buckle was golden while the other two Ninjas' belt buckles were white.
"It's just a child, yet you're using Iga-ryu Jonin," Ito Fumio said coldly, "Isn't this a bit too much?"
"Hehe," the Ninja held back his laughter and said, "Naturally, we have to be careful when dealing with an expert like you. This time, I took the initiative to volunteer because I want to see how powerful the legendary Thousand Executioner is. "
"That's all in the past," Ito Fumio said, "What grudge does this child have with you that you want to kill him?"
"This has nothing to do with me. I only know how to carry out the mission," the Ninja said, "Cut the crap. Are you going to hand it over or not?"
"What if I do?" Ito Fumio raised his eyebrows and asked, "What if I don't?"
"If you hand over the child obediently, you can leave your sword behind and you can go," the Ninja in white continued, "If you don't … Hehe …" "If you don't …"
"What do you think?" Ito Fumio asked.
"I'll kill you," the Ninja in white said coldly.
"Haha," Ito Fumio laughed, "I advise you to give up on this idea. Not to mention the three of you, even if your Sect Master came, I wouldn't put him in my eyes. "
"Then I'll offend you," the Ninja in white said as he pulled out his long sword. The sword was shining and cold.
"Xue Wu." The Ninja in white said and instantly slashed his long sword down. A sword shadow quickly slid across the snow and slashed toward Ito Fumio. The snow on the ground was split open by the sword energy and rolled up to both sides like waves.
"You're asking for death," Ito Fumio held Fujiwara No Chiko in his left hand and raised his right arm high. He changed his palm into a sword and slashed down!
A sharp white arc of light shot out from his palm, heading straight for the oncoming blade shadow.
With a "Shua" sound, the white arc of light split the white ninja's blade in half, and passed through his body in an instant.
"Sizzle …" A thin line of blood appeared on the head of the stunned ninja, and the blood spread from his forehead to his neck.
"Puff …" A cloud of blood mist rose from the ninja's head.
Rip! The body of the white-clothed ninja split into two halves from the middle and fell to the ground!
The face that had been split in half still had an expression of disbelief.
"Ahhh …" Fujiwara No Chiko screamed and turned her head around. She leaned her head on Ito Fumio's shoulder. How could a young girl like her withstand such stimulation?
The scene in front of them made the remaining two ninjas break out in cold sweat. They didn't even dare to breathe.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let the two of you live to tell your Sect Master," Ito Fumio slowly said, "I've already accepted Fujiwara No Chiko as my disciple, so if you make things difficult for her, you're making things difficult for me. If you dare to harass me again, I'll have your Sect annihilated in one night." Ito Fumio coldly shouted, "Get lost!"
The two ninjas looked at each other. Then, each of them carried half of the corpse of the white-clothed ninja and turned around to leave.
Ito Fumio patted Fujiwara No Chiko who was leaning on his shoulder with her eyes closed and covering her ears. "They're gone."
Fujiwara No Chiko opened her eyes and slowly turned her head. When she saw the big pool of blood on the snow, she leaned on Ito Fumio's shoulder again.
"You're such a coward, yet you still want to take revenge," Ito Fumio said as he performed his movement skill again and rushed towards the peak of Mount Fuji.
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Ito Fumio stopped and patted Fujiwara No Chiko who was still leaning on his shoulder silently. "We're here," he said as he put Fujiwara No Chiko down.
Fujiwara No Chiko turned around and saw an exquisite two-story wooden building in front of her. The wooden building was antique and it was surrounded by a courtyard made of stones. There was a pool in the courtyard, next to the pool was a huge pine tree. Under the pine tree, there was a wooden table and a few chairs. The whole courtyard was arranged in a picturesque disorder, showing the owner's elegant taste.
"Let's go in," Ito Fumio said as he walked in front. Fujiwara No Chiko carefully followed behind her master, not daring to breathe. The scene just now had a great impact on her young heart. She did not expect that her master Ito Fumio would be so cruel and merciless.
After pushing the door open and entering the house, Fujiwara No Chiko saw the residence of her cruel and merciless master.
There was a huge bookshelf, a smooth wooden floor, comfortable tatami mats, a half-finished game of go, and a boiling hot tea stove. Everything showed that her master Ito Fumio was a person with good taste, a clean freak, and a very knowledgeable person. The reason why she said that he was a clean freak was because she found that the whole house was very clean, spotless, even the outside of the tea stove did not have a trace of ashes. Saying that he was knowledgeable, the reason was even more obvious. The huge bookshelf was full of books, astronomy, geography, tea ceremony, kendo, all kinds of books made Fujiwara No Chiko, who loved to read since childhood, dizzy. She even began to think that the owner of the wooden building was not the same person as her master who killed without blinking an eye.
"You will live upstairs from now on," Ito Fumio said as he put the katana aside, leaning his body on a recliner, "Today you rest first, from tomorrow onwards, you will get up early every day."
"Yes, master." Fujiwara No Chiko answered and said, "What do I need to get up early for?"
"You will know tomorrow." Ito Fumio said, "There is a natural volcanic hot spring behind the wooden building, you can take a bath there. There is a kitchen and ingredients upstairs, if you are hungry, you can cook something for yourself. "
"En." Fujiwara No Chiko answered and turned to go to the second floor.
The entire second floor was very simple, with a wide closet, polished floor, clean and tidy kitchen, thick meditation cushions, and exquisite quaint square table. The most eye-catching thing was the two wide saber holders, on each of which were placed five sabers of different lengths.
Fujiwara No Chiko was influenced by her father since childhood, to the point of obsession with sabers. She immediately put down her bag, walked a few steps to the saber holders, and carefully looked at the sabers.
These ten sabers were of different lengths, and their styles and patterns were completely different. Some sabers were rough and domineering, while some sabers were exquisite and gorgeous. Fujiwara No Chiko was completely attracted by these sabers, and even wanted to personally pull out the sabers to play with them.
"Do you like it?" Ito Fumio's voice came from outside the door.
Fujiwara No Chiko, who was looking at the sabers, heard her master's voice, and immediately turned around with a look of surprise. She did not know when her master had been standing at the door.
"I like it." Fujiwara No Chiko answered in a low voice.
"Oh?" Ito Fumio walked into the room, "Which one do you like?" At this time, Ito Fumio had changed into a loose Japanese-style green robe, and his exposed chest made him look very strong. But even so, his face was still covered by a veil.
"I like all of them." Fujiwara No Chiko said honestly.
"You can pick your favorite," Ito Fumio walked to the saber holders, and gently stroked the sabers, "I will give you the one you pick, as a gift for our first meeting."
"Really?" Fujiwara No Chiko asked in surprise.
"Of course, as your master, how can I lie to you, but," Ito Fumio said, "when you choose, you can only look at them, but not touch them."
"Okay." Fujiwara No Chiko answered happily. She had watched her father forge swords countless times since she was a child, so she was influenced by him. She was already familiar with her father's method of forging swords, and she had also learned to appreciate swords. Every time someone brought a treasured saber for her father to appreciate, her father would first let Fujiwara No Chiko appraise it. In the beginning, Fujiwara No Chiko only paid attention to the appearance of the accessories and the shape of the saber. Later, under her father's detailed explanation, she understood that a good saber could not only be judged by its appearance, but also by her heart. Under her father's influence, Fujiwara No Chiko gradually understood several key points in appreciating a weapon. The first point was to look at the spirit. Her father told her that weapons were actually the same as people. People were divided into good and evil, and weapons were the same. A good weapon would naturally exude a unique aura. She clearly remembered that once, an aristocrat came to visit her father with a long saber, and asked him to appreciate the saber. Fujiwara Kaga took it in his hand and looked at it. He did not even pull the saber out of the scabbard, and told the aristocrat that the evil aura of the saber was too strong, and there should be no less than a hundred people who had died under this saber. It was best not to keep this saber by your side, or else it would affect the mind of the wielder. The aristocrat was shocked after hearing it, and he bowed repeatedly, and asked if there was a way to resolve it. Fujiwara Kaga told him that the saber was already bloodthirsty, and there was no blade. It was best to keep it permanently. If it was worn on the body for a long time, it would be disadvantageous to the owner, and bring about a bloody disaster. The aristocrat hesitated for a long time, and then got up and left.
After the aristocrat left, Fujiwara No Chiko asked her father why man-made weapons were divided into good and evil. Fujiwara Kaga told her that weapons were also made by people. When they were made, they were integrated with the spirit, Qi, and spirit of the person who made them. Naturally, they also had spirituality. The evil and good of weapons were the same as people, divided into innate and acquired. Innate depended on the character of the person who made the weapon. If a person was righteous, the saber would be righteous; if a person was evil, the saber would be evil. The second was acquired. If a weapon fell into the hands of an evil person, it would be eroded by evil aura for a long time. In addition, it was stained with human blood for a long time. After a long time, it would naturally become an evil saber, a demon saber, and a bloodthirsty demon that killed without batting an eyelid. However, there were exceptions to everything. Some righteous weapons would not fall into evil hands even if they fell into the hands of evil people. Instead, they would affect people and dispel the evil aura of the evil person. If this person had the heart to repent, he would naturally walk on the right path. There were righteous weapons, and naturally there were evil weapons that were full of evil aura. This kind of weapon would gradually devour the mind of the owner, causing him to lose his reason and walk on the path of evil. However, these two kinds of weapons were one in a million, and could only be found by chance.
All in all, people were the most important. As long as they were righteous, they would naturally be invulnerable to evil. In addition, don't be overconfident in your determination and think that you can touch those evil weapons with righteousness. You must know that good and evil are only a matter of thought. You must not do something that you will regret for the rest of your life. After Fujiwara Kaga finished speaking, he told Fujiwara No Chiko that when the person entered the house, he felt very uncomfortable. When he took the long saber, his heart was overturned and his blood rushed up. The saber in the scabbard was like this, naturally it was an evil saber.
Sure enough, less than three days after the noble returned home, the bad news that he committed suicide in the middle of the night came. Fujiwara Kaga and his daughter sighed when they heard it.
In addition to the spirit, one had to look at the shape of the weapon, including the material, shape, sharpness, and so on. Fujiwara No Chiko opened her eyes wide and carefully looked at the ten sabers in front of her, feeling the quality of each saber with her heart.
Ito Fumio remained silent and watched Fujiwara No Chiko choose the sabers without batting an eyelid.
When Fujiwara No Chiko saw the last saber, her eyes lit up. This saber was three and a half feet long, and the scabbard and hilt were white. It looked pure and quiet. What surprised Fujiwara No Chiko was that this saber emitted the aura of an unruly expert. She even felt that this saber was coldly looking at her.
Fujiwara No Chiko turned around and looked at Ito Fumio, who was standing behind her silently, and then turned back to look at the saber.
"What? Have you chosen? "Ito Fumio asked.
"Yes," Fujiwara No Chiko answered while pointing at the white saber, "I want this one."
"Are you sure?" Ito Fumio's voice was filled with surprise.
"Yes," Fujiwara No Chiko answered, "I want this one."
"Alright," Ito Fumio said, "I'll give this Chihō to you. Bring this saber to the courtyard tomorrow morning and wait for me."
"Yes, Master," Fujiwara No Chiko said excitedly, "Thank you, Master."
"Yes," Ito Fumio responded and turned to go downstairs.
Fujiwara No Chiko waited for Ito Fumio to go downstairs and immediately jumped in front of the white saber. She reached out her hand to grab it, but who would have thought that the white saber would not move at all!
Although she was young, she had played with many sabers since she was young. In addition, she had worked in the palace for two years, so her strength was not small. A long saber was at most five kilograms, and this weight was nothing to Fujiwara No Chiko. However, this saber did not move at all! Fujiwara No Chiko could not move it at all!
She tried again, but the Chihō still did not move at all. Fujiwara No Chiko was annoyed. She held the saber tightly with both hands and used a lot of strength to lift the Chihō off the saber rack.
"What a heavy saber," Fujiwara No Chiko looked at the saber that was almost as tall as her and frowned as she muttered to herself. Such a heavy saber, it was estimated to be at least fifteen kilograms. She could not lift it with one arm, so she could only barely lift it with both hands. Chiko Fujiwara understood why her master, Ito Fumio, had repeatedly asked her if she was sure. This was probably the reason.
"It will be suitable for me when I grow up," Fujiwara No Chiko thought to herself. She used both hands to slowly pull the Chihō out of the scabbard. When the saber was only an inch out of the scabbard, a dazzling white light was emitted from the saber along with the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon, illuminating the entire room.
Fujiwara No Chiko was overjoyed when she saw this. She was not wrong. This Chihō was a true Divine Weapon! When the saber was completely pulled out of the scabbard, Fujiwara No Chiko saw the true appearance of the Chihō that was covered in white light. The saber was straight and white like snow. There were no patterns on it, and the light shone from it.
"It is really a good saber," Fujiwara No Chiko liked it more and more. She finally had a saber that belonged to her.
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