Chapter 4 Expensive Great Saber, Trading with the Snow Clan (Ch 4)

“What? Five hundred thousand ryo?” [One ryo equals ten yen, as mentioned in the comics]

“Are you kidding? It’s just a knife.”

Musashi screamed in shock.

What is the concept of 500,000 taels?

He remembered that in the original work, a bowl of Ichiraku’s ramen was only 60 taels, and the reward for Konoha’s A-level missions was just at this level.

Although the Hidden Mist Village uses the currency issued by the Land of Water, the value of the two currencies is actually similar, and their purchasing power is also similar.

A katana is sold at such a high price. What a shady shop.

“No, no, this is not an ordinary sword.”

The clerk really understood Musashi’s cry, as the knife was indeed a bit expensive.

However, expensive things have their value, and the items sold by the Snow Clan are absolutely top-quality.

“This is a sword made in the Land of Craftsmen. It can absorb chakra freely to increase its sharpness.”

“And because of the use of a new type of chakra metal forged steel and manufacturing technology, the sturdiness and flexibility of this knife are both first-class.”

“I assure you in the name of the Snow Clan that this knife is absolutely worth the money.”

“Really? Can I try?”

After hearing what the other party said, Musashi also became interested and asked to try it.

“Of course, go ahead.”

The clerk handed over the sword in his hand, without any suspicion that the boy in front of him would run away with the knife.

Are you kidding? This is a shop run by the Snow Clan, and he himself is a ninja of the family with the strength of a Jonin.

No one can dare to offend Tai Sui.

After taking the katana handed over by the other party, Musashi’s eyes instantly became sharp.

As he drew his sword from its sheath, an inexplicable aura emanated from his body.

He gestured casually and found that the one-meter-long sword was a little too long for Musashi, who was only about ten years old, but he felt it was very suitable.

As if he was a veteran who had been immersed in swordsmanship for a long time, the sword in his hand was more like an extension of his arm than a weapon.

Unconsciously, Musashi adjusted his breathing and silently practiced the breathing technique.

The shop assistant beside him also put away his smile instantly and looked at Musashi seriously.

‘When did such a person appear in the village? I have never heard of him before.’

The clerk was a little confused. He felt the pressure of a veteran warrior from the other person.

This is the aura that only a few sword-wielding samurai or ninjas who have inherited sword skills have.

Sharp!

In the perception, there is a subtle sharp feeling surrounding the other person.

Logically speaking, if there was such a person in the Hidden Mist Village, the Snow Clan would not be unaware of it.

When the water breathing started to work, Musashi’s aura became stronger, and there was also a sense of flowing water.

Fortunately, Musashi still had his sense and did not swing his sword to demonstrate his water breathing skills.

“Boss, can this knife be cheaper?”

Reluctant to put the sword back into its sheath, Musashi looked at the clerk in front of him solemnly.

The knife is a good one and he likes it very much, but unfortunately he is short of money.

As a ninja orphan, he was raised by the Hidden Mist Village.

Apart from a small detached house bought by parents whom he had never met, he only had a monthly living allowance of 20,000 taels.

Musashi had already spent most of his money on ninja training, so he didn’t have any savings.

“Cheap, sure. How much do you want?”

The clerk was not surprised, because business is all about bargaining.

When you make your own offer, you naturally give your customers the opportunity to bargain.

“How about one hundred and eighty-four hundred and twenty-five taels?”

Musashi opened his wallet with an embarrassed look on his face and took out all his savings.

???

…

The clerk’s mind is full of question marks?

I’m giving you a chance to bargain, but I’m not letting you get it for free, right?

The item was quoted at 500,000 yuan, but you bargained it down to 400,000 yuan. Isn’t this just trying to get it for free?

“Sorry, no sales, no gifts, please go slowly.”

The clerk’s face immediately fell, and then he made a gesture to send the customer away.

“No! Think about it again. I really need this knife. I’ll compensate you later. How about that?”

Musashi was helpless, he really needed this sword.

Without a sword, I can’t perform water breathing, and I won’t be able to fight against the upcoming graduation test.

But it is also true that I cannot come up with the money. Merchants are profit-driven, so why should others sell to me at a low price?

“No, no money, no deal.”

The clerk had a look on his face that showed he was desperate for money and refused Musashi’s plea.

Alas, you are so stubborn! No wonder your Snow Clan is going to be exterminated.

Wait, maybe I can trade some information with them.

Musashi thought of something and looked carefully at the clerk in front of him.

I have to say that the people of the Snow Clan are top-notch in terms of appearance alone.

Coupled with the powerful ice blood limit, this will definitely be envied and targeted by other races.

The ‘blood mist’ policy that now covers the entire Hidden Mist Village has cast a shadow over this once glorious family.

“What are you looking at? If you can’t pay, please leave.”

The clerk felt uneasy when Musashi was staring at him, but he could only scold him due to his professional ethics.

People of the Snow Clan, regardless of gender, have been stared at because of their appearance since childhood, and this is also one of their troubles.

“I haven’t asked you your name yet handsome, let me formally introduce myself, my name is Musashi.”

“I wonder if I can exchange this knife for some information about the Snow Clan?”

Musashi introduced himself formally and then stated his conditions.

“Oh, interesting. What’s the news?”

The clerk asked with interest, then answered with his name.

Yukihara Hayato is a ninja from the Snow Clan and the owner of the Snow House.

“If you can agree to my proposal to exchange the information for the sword, and swear not to reveal this information to anyone other than the Snow Clan. I will tell you.”

Musashi stared into the other person’s eyes, and after hesitating for a long time, he was ready to exchange future information for weapons.

This action is very risky. If you are not careful, you will arouse the hostility of the Hidden Mist Village and may even be hunted down by the Snow Clan in front of you.

But there is no way, the only valuable information Musashi has now is some information about future plots.

Now we can only see if the other party is interested.

“I’m very curious about what information you, a little kid, might have that even the Snow Clan can’t get.”

Yukihara Hayato smiled and thought it was just a joke.

However, when he met Musashi’s serious eyes, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

“It’s just a knife. It’s not a significant asset to me or my family. It might contain some useful information.”

“Okay, I swear that this news will only be told to the Snow Clan, but if your news is not satisfactory, not only will you not get the knife, but I will also punish you.”

“The honor of the Snow Clan cannot be tarnished on a whim.”

Yukihara Hayato looked at Musashi and said seriously.

“Okay, in that case, Mr. Hayato, let’s start our transaction.”

“You feel it, right? The village’s ill will towards the Snow Clan. If you don’t want your clan to be exterminated, then quickly flee the Hidden Mist Village.”

A shocking statement

The entire Feixue House fell into silence.