Konoha's Frozen Vortex

Chapter 189 Muramasa
"Knife..."

Facing the overwhelming killing intent, the blacksmith held his chin alone and thought about something without even a trace of fear.

"I understand. For the sake of this piece of meteorite, I will make an exception and make a knife for you! What's the deadline?"

After a while, the blacksmith finally nodded and agreed. It wasn't because he didn't want to reject unfamiliar guests, but because meteorite, a once-in-a-lifetime forging material, was too attractive. This was an opportunity that countless blacksmiths would never get in their lifetime.

"You decide, I'll wait."

Xue Hui finally spoke with a cold voice.

"So I can talk." The blacksmith was still in the mood to complain about a guest like Xue Hui, whom no one would approach when he was walking on the road.

"Then you just wait, for two weeks, I will postpone all other work."

The blacksmith said to Xue Hui.

Xue Hui nodded, turned around and walked out, leaving Meteorite in the blacksmith shop without a trace of nostalgia.

Just as Xue Hui was leaving, an old man with a cane came out from the room behind the store.

"Father, I was just about to call you! I need you to help me this time, this is Meteorite! The legendary material you mentioned!"

The blacksmith said excitedly to his father, the old blacksmith.

"I'm not blind yet, I can see it myself!"

The old blacksmith seemed to have seen it a lot, and he was not as excited as his son when he saw Meteorite. After glancing at his son, his eyes turned to Xue Hui who was gradually going away.

Looking at Xue Hui's back, the old blacksmith muttered in doubt:

"Am I really old? Why do I seem to have seen him before, but there is no detailed influence?"

The old blacksmith just stood at the door with a cane and fell into deep thought, until the blacksmith came to interrupt his thoughts.

Fortunately, there are usually no customers in this store, so I am not afraid of blocking the door.

"Oh, forget it, at least I haven't forgotten about the method of forging meteoric iron. This is an exclusive craft handed down from generation to generation. Boy, you have to take advantage of this opportunity. As long as you succeed, you can become the iron master." The country's legendary blacksmith!"

The old blacksmith exhorted the blacksmith.

The two closed the shop door, stated the reason outside the shop, and devoted themselves to forging knives.

For the whole fourteen days, the blacksmith barely closed his eyes, and the single-minded blacksmith could also make him a magic weapon.

After two weeks, when the door of the blacksmith's shop opened again, Xue Hui's figure was already standing outside the door.

The blacksmith opened the door, facing Xue Hui who was standing quietly like a pine tree, who was suddenly jumped.

"You are really elusive, don't you just wait outside like this all the time?"

Tiredly, the blacksmith put away the sign outside the door, turned around and walked into the shop, Xue Hui silently followed behind him, making no sound with every step.

"To build your knife, I'm already very tired, and Dad feels like he lost half his life."

The blacksmith pointed to the sword placed in the center of the weapon rack that was shining with a cold light, and motioned Xue Hui to get it by himself.

Just when Xue Hui walked in front of the Taidao, which looked like a magic weapon, the blacksmith suddenly spoke.

"Although I want you to take the knife and leave, I'm really curious, what name are you going to give this knife, after all, this may be the best work of my life."

The blacksmith said with a tired face.

Xue Hui stretched out his right hand, lifted the saber lightly, and held it in his hand, feeling like he was holding his fingers. At this moment, the chill of the saber blade merged with Xue Hui's own icy temperament.

For a moment, the entire blacksmith shop couldn't help but drop a bit in temperature.

Holding the knife, Xue Hui didn't move for a while, as if he was savoring the knife, then he spoke slowly.

"your name."

"what?"

The blacksmith froze for a moment.

"name."

Xue Hui repeated it lightly.

"My name? You can call me Muramasa. This is the name passed down from generation to generation. It is also the name of blacksmiths in our lineage. Although not many people have heard of it now."

"It is said that in the samurai period, we were still a famous family of blacksmiths, but unfortunately it is now the world of ninjas."

The blacksmith started to sigh something while talking.

Suddenly, a wave of ruffian warriors broke in from outside the door.

"Hey, isn't this our blacksmith? You made us suffer last time. This time, there are so many of us, let's see how you deal with us alone! Obediently give me the knives you made for those superior guys. Hand it all over!"

The leader drew out his samurai sword and yelled at the blacksmith.

"Cut, what a bunch of troublesome guys. It's a bit bad now. In my current weak state, the guest's knife must not be snatched away by them!"

The blacksmith frowned and said to himself, then he saw Xue Hui's eyes looking over.

Seemingly understanding what Xue Hui asked, the blacksmith squeezed out a stiff smile, and explained to Xue Hui:
"It's okay, it's just a group of gangsters who are used as lackeys by some people."

"Huh? The knife in your hand seems to be pretty good!"

Although the gangster warrior felt the coldness of Xue Hui's temperament, he pretended to be a tiger and didn't take it seriously for a while. He swaggered up and pointed at the knife in Xue Hui's hand and shouted:

"Hey, you unkempt white-haired man, if you don't want to die, honestly hand over the knife in your hand to this uncle, so that I can spare your life if I'm in a good mood."

When the blacksmith saw it, he became anxious and stopped loudly:

"Hey, don't bother my customers, just give you the knives in the store, leave quickly!"

"Do you think I'm blind? This knife is the best weapon to agree with us adults. Do you want to use other garbage to send us away?!"

The gangster warriors laughed.

Seeing that Xue Hui didn't speak, the gangster leader urged again:
"Hey! Give me a response, dumb? What's the name of this knife? Bring it to me quickly!"

After all, impatiently, he stretched out his hand to snatch the knife from Xue Hui's hand.

"Don't! Stop!" The blacksmith was startled, feeling that something was wrong.

"Wow!" It was as if a breeze was blowing.

In front of everyone's eyes, Xue Hui's body seemed to vibrate slightly for a moment, and then the movement of the gangster warrior leader to extend his hand stopped halfway.

After a while, a smear of blood seeped from his neck, and the whole person 'boomed', and fell in front of Xue Hui, lifeless.

"Eight leaves and one sword style, five shapes, waning moon."

Xue Hui maintained the posture of drawing his sword from the beginning to the end, and said coldly the most words since he came to the Iron Kingdom.

"Alas—" Seeing the most worrying thing happened, the blacksmith covered his head and sighed helplessly.

But this is just the beginning.

"Type II Gale!"

Xue Hui didn't wait for the others to react, and with a flash of his figure, he instantly slashed out with a gale of knives, and went towards the remaining gangster warriors who were making trouble.

　I need to sort out the outline in the evening, this volume needs to write some details, by the way, I will watch the lol competition, I am a pigeon~ I will update it tomorrow

　　
　
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