"Brat, I'm sorry. I can't sell you the blades without a guarantee or permission. Otherwise, I'll be invited to tea by the interrogation team.”Despite Zuo Yi's repeated pleas, the boss still refused to sell the cutting tools.
Zuo Yi suddenly had an idea." Uncle, look, I'm from the pommel horse race. My name is Zuo Yi!”Zoey turned around and showed the family logo on his back to the boss.
"Oh, it's the little brat from the Kurama family. That's enough. What's your name? Pommel Horse Zuo Yi?" The boss suddenly understood. He had an expression of 'why didn't you say so earlier?' and took out a scroll to record it.
"Yes, Zoray the Pommel Horse. Uncle, can you sell me your blades? Kuwu, give me a hundred shuriken!”Zuoyi shouted happily," Although the Kuruma family has declined, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. The Kuruma family's name is still useful. Uchiha, Chishou, Hyuga, and other families can also buy cutting tools under such circumstances, right? Shady business, shady business.”
Zuoyi felt a little lucky at the thought of this.
"What? Little brat, a hundred? You can't. A kid like you can only have ten of each type. That's already equivalent to the supply of Genin. Be content." The boss turned pale with fright and immediately denied Zuo Yi's request.
"Is that so? Then let's just take ten of each type. Is the weight also limited?”Zuo Yi was a little disappointed. He had a premonition that he would probably have to limit his weight.
"You're very smart, little brat. We're currently at war, and the supply of cutting tools is tight. It's only right to limit them.”The boss looked at the disappointed Zuo Yi and kindly explained the issue of the limited quantity.
After a while, Zuoyi Beef left the cutting tool shop with a face full of smiles.
"It actually cost me 100,000 taels. If this continues, no matter how much money my parents left me, it won't be enough to buy a few more. During wartime, the price of a blade is several times higher than usual…"
Walking on Muye Street and looking at the people coming and going, Zuoyi realized that most of them were women and children. There were very few men, and there were no ninjas. Instead, there were many children carrying younger children as they worked. The war had almost destroyed these helpless children.
Returning to the pommel horse clan's home with a heavy heart, Zuoyi immediately put on a five-pound weight, put away the cutting tools, and began to run around the wooden leaves. He already had a specific plan for his cultivation.
Running with weights, kicking, punching, using blades, and even saber techniques were all put on his schedule.
"Hu hu…" Zuoyi, who had only run half a lap, had become a worn-out bellow." Persevere. You must persevere.”
Four consecutive days of training had made Zuoyi unable to bear the burden. His enormous spiritual power allowed him to be mentally okay, but the rapid reactions of his body could not be recovered in a short period of time.
"Second Elder, this is Zuo Yi. I want some recovery pills and some high-grade medical bandages. You see..." If he bought these things, he would probably not be able to buy them no matter how much money he had. Without these to recuperate his body, he was afraid that there would be hidden injuries. He could only ask the clan for help.
"Oh? What do you want these for?" The Second Elder looked at Zuo Yi with a sharp gaze.
"I've been practicing my body technique recently, Second Elder.”Zuoyi said submissively.
"What is it? Bodywork? Has our Kurama Clan declined to the point where we need to use physical techniques to maintain our image? Why didn't he cultivate illusions? Trash!" The Second Elder instantly became furious and shouted crazily.
In the end, Zuo Yi left the Second Elder's house empty-handed and dejectedly." Damn it, arrogant and conceited. It would be unreasonable for such a family to not decline. Sigh, he still had to continue cultivating. He could only hope that the child's body would develop quickly and be easy to mold.”Zuo Yi came to the family training ground and began to hit the wooden stake while counting silently.
This kind of boring training quickly went on for a month. Zuoyi barely managed to hold on, and now he was completing the task of swinging his saber 500 times.
"Mm... "This child is very hardworking." Naruto III sat in the office and used the telescope to look at Lizoyi's figure in the crystal ball. He smiled in satisfaction.
" However, such intense training…" The third-generation Naruto's expression stiffened. He took a deep puff of his cigarette, and smoke swirled around him.
Yuan Fei, we came in." As he spoke, two middle-aged men walked into Naruto's office. It turned out that they were Mito Hen and Haru, the two advisors.
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