My sensei absolutely adored Karin much to the girls discomfort and my amusement. She showered her with books that belonged to the Uzumaki clan, artifacts and even clothes of the same nature. It was only when Karin started hiding from my sensei that I put a stop to it. I get it really I do she was just so excited to see an actual Uzumaki again that she impulsively tried to spoil Karin with gifts. Pretty sure the reason she hadn’t done the same to Naruto was because he took too much after his dad and failed to live up to her mental image of the clan.-
Karin on the otherhand was ironically a stereotypical Uzumaki with the looks, attitude and taste in men, whatever that meant. Still after I moved into the Senju compound I finally had some peace because the seals around the compound left by the first hokages wife Mito Uzumaki made trespassing a death sentence. The woman was a grandmaster sealer and the first jinchuriki of the nine tails which meant that the seals she made were ridiculously powerful and complex. She was very different than Naruto in regards to that last part as well.-
If the history books were to be believed she was able to freely tap into the beasts power and even give some of it to others temporarily. Thanks to this the seals around the compound had the “feel” of the nine tails due to the vast amounts of chakra from it she had used when creating them. So much power in fact that my instincts told me to avoid activating them at all cost. Apparently Danzo himself understood how dangerous these seals were as he hadn’t had any of his Root spy on me while I was here.-
That said there was no less than a dozen of them outside the compound no doubt top make sure I couldn’t vanish again.
‘It won’t matter in three days when my sensei gets inaugurated.’ I thought with a smirk.
Normally the inauguration of a new Hokage was supposed to be a grand event with lots of celebration over weeks but the village was in such dire need of a new Hokage to return us to normalcy that the process had been simplified drastically. About four days long was the entire process as my sensei had to go to the fire capital get the blessing of the Daimyo then come back and carve their name on the monument stone as every Hokage has done since the first.-
The construction crews were already in the process of carving her face on the Hokage rock overlooking the village. While I waited for that process to finish I sent out shadow clones to collect some things for me in the village. To be specific item crafting books and some materials for that. I couldn’t train my chakra armor in this compound but the place had a fully functional if slightly dated forge and crafting rooms. They were apparently something the second Hokage had installed as he tinkered and toiled over various ideas of his.-
The forge was even a place he had created his famed [Blade of the thunder spirit] in that was to this day considered on par with the seven swords of the mist. The thing had unfortunately been lost to us after his death but records stated that it was just a small metal handle but when fed chakra it created a blade of pure lightning that also boosted the power and chakra consumption of that nature of jutsu.-
It was my hope to pick up crafting so that I might one day create sage tools. Before I could do that though I needed to know how to make items first. What better time to learn than when I have over a week of free time? I came to understand really quickly that a week was NOT enough time. Normal smithing I could roughly pick up in that time due to my ability to retain and utilize vast amounts of information I read as well as my body that easily handled the work and precision.-
The problem however came in the form of once again experience as well as advanced techniques. The basic stuff like iron and steel forging was easy enough to figure out from the information I read as it was a lot of heat control and understanding of the materials and how they were worked. The issue however was that I hadn’t have the “smiths instinct” that came from years of honing the craft and so everything made was practically factory made. It was all the exact same and lacked any personality or specialness. The Senju library had some advanced techniques but the problem came up in that none of it was what I needed.-
As I found out the art of smithing was kept very private and mostly monopolized by the land of iron. This meant nearly all information on using special materials like chakra metal or literally any other type of special material was out of my reach. The second Hokage had apparently been sworn to secrecy in this regard after going to study the art in the land of iron so even the senju library was useless in this regard. I was very unhappy to discover this and had to resort to experimentation to see if I could improve my products better.-
For example I discovered that I could improve iron or steels chakra conductivity if I flooded it with chakra while it was molten. It was a small increase of maybe five or ten percent but it was still an increase. I also found that wildly infusing natural energy into either iron or steel had extraordinary results. Both metals got a lot more durable with iron having a seemingly two hundred percent increase in durability while steel jumped a whopping four hundred percent, I kept those for myself.-
I wasn’t really willing to purchase any chakra metal or any other special ore to experiment with so I only managed to get the hang of iron and steel work by the time my sensei was officially instated as the fifth Hokage.
“Alright brat I have the office so cough up that evidence.” she wasted no time demanding.
I summoned my turtle before retrieving the envelope I hid under it’s shell just behind it’s head.
“An odd place to hide something but safe enough given how sturdy that shell is.” my sensei commented at this sight.
“I warn you now that what you are about to read WILL make you mad so try to limit the destruction as much as possible.” i said seriously as I handed over the envelope.
She looked slightly hesitant but steeled herself before opening the envelop and pulling out the papers within. I watched as she read further and further with eyes wide before darker and darker an expression crossed her features. I could practically taste her anger it was so intense though she was doing surprisingly well at maintaining her composure.
