Hokage’s strongest sword

The Boy

Life is always difficult, and nowhere is life easy.

Today’s Nangongzhe already understands this clearly.

Nangong Zhe is only twelve years old. In the ninja world, except for those little ninjas in the major ninja villages who can do some tasks and get paid, it is difficult to get a job that is enough to support himself and his sister. of work.

Fortunately, the town where Nangong Tetsu is located is a subordinate town near Konoha Village in the Fire Country, but there will also be some orders from the local tyrants of Ninja Village.

In order to make a living, Nan Gongzhe entered a blacksmith shop and became an apprentice.

Barely can guarantee the life of himself and his sister.

“I am back……”

Opening the dilapidated door, with a creaking sound, Nangongzhe opened a small room rented to him by the owner of the blacksmith shop.

“Ah… Brother, you are back, the meal will be ready in a while. You wait for a while.”

Nangong Rou’s crisp voice came from the small kitchen.

The tiredness and hard work of the day seemed to disappear quietly.

Nangong Zhe quietly put his hands that were a little red and swollen with several blisters behind his back.

“Well, I don’t know what delicious meat you made today. Haha…”

“Oh, brother. Why do you call me such a strange nickname again?”

Nangongrou’s small face poked out from the kitchen with a bit of a cuteness, and her slightly pursed mouth seemed to be able to hang a soy sauce bottle.

“What’s the matter… Does meat not sound good? Don’t you want to eat meat every day?”

Nangongzhe said half-jokingly with a bit of joking.

“elder brother……”

Nangong Rou looked at her brother, her nose was slightly acidic, and a few tears filled her small eye sockets.

“Ahh…Rou’er…don’t be angry…I won’t call you meaty anymore, okay?”

Seeing that his sister suddenly started to cry, Nangong Zhe suddenly panicked.

He walked forward a few steps, hugged Nangongrou gently, put his right hand on Nangongrou’s head and stroked it gently.

“No…brother.”

“I’m not upset because you call me a nickname.”

“I’m just wondering when we’re going to get better.”

Nangong Rou has just turned ten years old this year, and the burden of life is on her little shoulders like this. This kind of burden has caused too much pressure on the little girl.

“Don’t worry… the power my grandfather left me is now slowly usable.”

“Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to find work in a blacksmith’s shop.”

“When my brother becomes stronger, we can apply to Konoha to become an official villager.”

“Even if it’s Konoha’s minimum living allowance, we don’t have to live so bitterly.”

“It’s going to be ok…everything will be ok.”

Everyone knows that there are five major countries in the ninja world, and each country has a powerful ninja village.

But a ninja village has a population of tens of thousands, eight of whom are professional ninjas and are not engaged in production.

So where does the food come from?

Where did the drink come from?

Where do all kinds of daily necessities come from?

Every ninja village has many subordinate towns that provide these things for ninja village.

Nangongzhe is located in such a small town.

A small town with no name but only a number – Twelfth Town.

“Well, I trust brother.”

“My brother will definitely become an official villager of Konoha.”

Nangongrou nodded her little head vigorously.

With a somewhat firm gaze, he gently wiped away some tears from the corners of his eyes with his small hands.

“Okay… get up. Let’s go eat.”

Nangongzhe gently supported Nangongrou, let her sit in front of the small table, and walked to the kitchen to serve the food.

Miso soup like clear soup, a few vegetable leaves, a small dish of pickles and a bowl of thick rice.

The two children ate with gusto.

With the joy after a full meal, the two children are like thisHugged and sleeping under a slightly thin quilt, they fell asleep.

…

“Yo… Xiao Zhe, you are here.”

In the early morning, before the sun came out, Nangong Zhe went to the blacksmith shop and began to prepare for the day’s work.

Every piece of farm tools was also carried out by Nangong Zhe with his thin body, and placed neatly.

The uncle owner came out from the backyard with sleepy eyes, yawning.

“Well, uncle. I brought some breakfast with me, shall we have it together?”

The uncle is in his forties and still lives alone.

I have never seen the uncle’s wife and children, nor have I seen the uncle’s relatives.

But occasionally when he saw the uncle would be alone in a daze, his eyes looked a bit vicissitudes, and Nangongzhe never asked about these things.

“Really? That’s really great…Xiaorou’s craftsmanship is very good. I don’t know that young man will be lucky in the future. Xiaorou will marry him and go home.”

Looking at the simple but somewhat warm breakfast, the uncle grinned and said with a hint of alcohol.

“Rou’er is still young, let’s talk about it later…”

“Oh? Why, you know how to protect your sister at such a young age? You have the potential to control sisters, Xiao Zhe.”

“Uncle!”

Faced with the uncle’s teasing, Nangongzhe gave a soft cry with a blushing face.

“Okay, okay… I’m not joking with you. I received an order from Konoha today, and I have to rush to make a batch of shurikens. Let’s go, but I will be busy for a while.”

The uncle patted Nangongzhe’s head lightly, and his rough hands immediately rubbed Nangongzhe’s hair into a bird’s nest.

“Konoha came to us to customize weapons? This kind of thing is entrusted to us… Is it going to war?”

Nangongzhe looked at the uncle’s eyes with some hidden pain and asked.

Uncle has lived for so long, how could Nan Gongzhe fail to notice the sadness in his eyes?

“It’s okay, we are very close to Konoha, we won’t hit here. Don’t worry, even if the situation is bad, Konoha will come and arrange us to the shelter.”

“Well, I see uncle…”

“Didn’t I already tell you my name? You still call me uncle… How old am I?”

“You have white hair, but you still want to say that you are young. It’s not bad to call you uncle…”

“Oh… you kid, is it itchy?”

The uncle took his thumb and drilled Nangongzhe’s temple hard.

Nangong Zhe could only beg for mercy.

…

In the blacksmith shop, clanging sounds and waves of heat began to be heard again.

Life is like this day after day.

dull.

Hard.

But this is Nangong Zhe’s best memory.

Compared with the bloody storm that followed, isn’t this mediocrity a precious treasure?

But this is Nangongzhe who still doesn’t understand.

It’s just that I want to sharpen my head and enter Konoha, that magnificent gate.

(end of this chapter)

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