MTLNOVEL Chapter 39: Chapter 39: The Three Inheritors of Iron
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On the silver-clad land, a weary caravan was advancing towards the capital of the Land of Iron.
"So, you are originally a merchant guild from Takeo City."
Inside the carriage, Kamihane sat upright in the corner, striking up a conversation with the middle-aged man beside him.
"Huh? Have you really never heard of our 'Tōshinsai'?" The middle-aged man looked surprised.
"Sorry, perhaps the place I come from is too remote..." Kamihane scratched his head and chuckled. "Is it too late to learn now?"
"Alright." The middle-aged man nodded. "Since you'll be living in the capital from now on, knowing this won't do you any harm."
A proud smile spread across his face. "'Tōshinsai' is the largest merchant guild in the Land of Iron, and the best swordsmith in the world!"
Next, the middle-aged man began to speak in detail.
The Land of Iron is a rather unique country in the shinobi world. This nation has no hidden village, nor does it have shinobi. Instead, it has developed its own path, giving rise to the profession of "samurai."
It is precisely because of this that the Land of Iron became a neutral country. Long ago, shinobi agreed not to attack this nation, and in the original timeline, the Land of Iron even avoided several shinobi world wars.
The so-called samurai are mostly swordsmen. Unlike shinobi, they concentrate their refined chakra into their blades, transforming it into sharp sword energy for slashing. Combined with their exquisite swordsmanship, their individual combat abilities are not inferior to shinobi.
Kamihane nodded frequently as he listened. The samurai of the Land of Iron have developed their own unique style, and their distinctive swordsmanship has earned high praise even from Madara.
The quality of a samurai's sword, to some extent, determines their strength.
Thus, the profession of swordsmith naturally emerged.
The inheritance of swordsmanship has given rise to countless schools, and the art of sword forging is no exception. As the saying goes, "A craftsman must first sharpen his tools." Throughout history, countless famous swords and master swordsmiths have emerged. While their influence in the shinobi world is negligible, they hold significant status in the Land of Iron.
After thousands of years of refinement, only three swordsmith families remain, having gathered the essence of the era and the strengths of many schools.
These are the Oikawa family's "Hyakute-den," the Sugawara family's "Goryū-den," and the Niwa family's "Isshin-den."
Next, the middle-aged man began to speak in detail.
The Land of Iron is a rather unique country in the shinobi world. This nation has no hidden village, nor does it have shinobi. Instead, it has developed its own path, giving rise to the profession of "samurai."
It is precisely because of this that the Land of Iron became a neutral country. Long ago, shinobi agreed not to attack this nation, and in the original timeline, the Land of Iron even avoided several shinobi world wars.
The so-called samurai are mostly swordsmen. Unlike shinobi, they concentrate their refined chakra into their blades, transforming it into sharp sword energy for slashing. Combined with their exquisite swordsmanship, their individual combat abilities are not inferior to shinobi.
Kamihane nodded frequently as he listened. The samurai of the Land of Iron have developed their own unique style, and their distinctive swordsmanship has earned high praise even from Madara.
The quality of a samurai's sword, to some extent, determines their strength.
Thus, the profession of swordsmith naturally emerged.
The inheritance of swordsmanship has given rise to countless schools, and the art of sword forging is no exception. As the saying goes, "A craftsman must first sharpen his tools." Throughout history, countless famous swords and master swordsmiths have emerged. While their influence in the shinobi world is negligible, they hold significant status in the Land of Iron.
After thousands of years of refinement, only three swordsmith families remain, having gathered the essence of the era and the strengths of many schools.
These are the Oikawa family's "Hyakute-den," the Sugawara family's "Goryū-den," and the Niwa family's "Isshin-den."
Now, this caravan was just completing a delivery mission and was hurrying back to the capital.
Kamihane suddenly thought of something and casually asked, "Uncle, since 'Tōshinsai' is so famous, why does the entire caravan only hire two samurai? For a caravan of this scale, hiring ten samurai wouldn't be excessive."
"Well, it's because..." The middle-aged man suddenly paused, hesitating. "It's just... this matter..."
He sighed deeply. "Ah, if it weren't for... our 'Tōshinsai' could have remained glorious for another hundred years. Why would we need to rely on the powerful?"
Kamihane's eyes flickered. "Could there be some kind of变故?"
The middle-aged man's mood visibly darkened, and he lost interest in the conversation. He waved his hand and spoke with a bitter expression, "Enough, I'm feeling troubled and need to step out for a walk. Young man, the journey is long. You should conserve your energy and rest."
With that, he turned and lifted the carriage curtain, walking away with a heavy heart.
Kamihane blinked, not feeling disappointed. His curiosity hadn't reached that level yet, and besides, the man had already chatted with him quite a bit during the journey.
Things like "Tōshinsai" and the "Three Inheritors of Iron" were just casual conversation to pass the time for him.
Kamihane simply crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and began his cultivation.
Soon, his chakra began to circulate. Every cell in his body seemed to thaw like a spring river, and a intoxicating power flowed within him. Gentle yet vast chakra emerged from his cells, gathering and flowing through his meridians.
His chakra was like a clear spring, flowing through the energy points of his chest and back. At the center of his chest, it split into two streams. One descended to the lower abdomen, converging into his core energy reservoir, while the other ascended, disappearing into the point between his eyebrows. Following a specific route, it began to circulate through the next cycle, repeating endlessly.
Refining chakra was a daily practice for him, one he had never interrupted for twelve years. The goal was to expand his energy pathways, increase his chakra reserves, and step by step move toward the lofty goal of "chakra tonnage."
Strangely enough, since he adapted to the deep sea and further optimized his "Sea God's Body," his physical abilities had increased exponentially. This wasn't just reflected in his strength, speed, and defense—his chakra reserves had also skyrocketed.
Outwardly, he looked no different, his skin just more translucent and delicate. But inside, he harbored a primordial beast.
If his chakra once resembled a trickling stream, constant and unending, now it was like a raging river, vast and unstoppable.
With just a moment of thought, Kamihane understood the reason.
Chakra is formed by the perfect 1:1 fusion of mental energy and physical energy, the union of Yin and Yang, giving rise to all phenomena in nature.
As a descendant of Indra and possessor of the Mangekyō Sharingan of the Uchiha clan, his Yin Release was already overwhelmingly powerful. Moreover, he had practiced the "Soul Transformation Technique," which caused a qualitative change in his soul, greatly enhancing his mental energy. In comparison, his less exceptional physical energy became the limiting factor for his chakra capacity.
This is like a barrel filled with water—the shortest plank directly determines how much water it can hold.
Now, with his physical body fully enhanced, his physical energy soared accordingly. The vast mental energy finally had a compatible counterpart to merge with. The final plank was in place, and naturally, his chakra capacity rose to new heights.
It's worth noting that when Kamihane focused on refining his chakra, his body and spirit became one, and his presence completely vanished. Unless one was a sensory-type ninja, it was impossible to detect his aura.
For Kamihane, who was fully immersed in his cultivation, time flew by. Before he knew it, night had fallen.
The snow had stopped, but the midnight wind was even more biting, cutting into the skin like a knife. The middle-aged man couldn't endure it and returned to the carriage early. The long caravan now had only two samurai remaining outside.
Seeing Kamihane sitting in the corner with his eyes closed and breathing evenly, the man assumed he was asleep and didn't disturb him.
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