195. Naming The Sword

The dark aura lurking in the Shadow Realm observed Uchiha Gin, who was readying himself with all his might.

After a brief moment of contemplation, it decided to help this promising descendant.


After all, it too wanted to witness Hagoromo’s reaction upon being cut down by his former sword.

A wisp of chakra quietly emanated from the dark figure, merging seamlessly into Uchiha Gin’s body.

"Huh? Why isn’t the chakra fighting anymore?"

Although Uchiha Gin radiated a dazzling array of colors, the various forces within him were clashing violently.

The Uchiha chakra, in particular, nearly clashed fatally with the chakra of the Senju clan.

Fortunately, his incredible resilience had prevented him from being overwhelmed by the chaotic forces.

Just as he was nearing his limit in suppressing the energies, the powers within him suddenly quieted down.

They arranged themselves harmoniously, causing the pain in his meridians and acupoints to vanish. The different colored chakras merged into a vibrant, seven-colored stream, healing his wounded body.


With renewed strength, Gin tightened his grip, summoning a rainbow-hued chakra in his hand.

Crack~

Suddenly, the once heavy "Heart Sword" felt light as air.

With a crisp sound, the ancient black sword, dormant for millennia, was pulled out effortlessly.

At that moment, an elder far away in the Pure Land opened his eyes abruptly, sensing that his weapon had been drawn. His rippled eyes filled with astonishment.

"That strange descendant… he actually returned from the moon? Not only did he survive, but he gained Hamura’s approval."

Upon further investigation, the elder, Otsutsuki Hagoromo, grew even more surprised.

That descendant had not only returned unscathed, but now carried his brother’s chakra within him.

As he prepared to probe further, a playful figure appeared in the Pure Land.

"Hey, big bro, are you here? I’ve come for a visit!"

It was Otsutsuki Hamura, leisurely floating toward him on a peculiar chair.

A strange buzzing sound emanated from the chair as he approached.

“Hamura, what is that thing?”

Hagoromo, who had never seen a massage chair, furrowed his brows in confusion. He remembered how his brother had come complaining the last time they met.

“Oh! This is a massage chair, a little gift from my descendant. Haven’t you seen one before?”

With no burdens left, Hamura stretched out lazily, giving his brother a surprised look.

"No!"

“No way! Your descendant didn’t give you one?”

Seeing Hagoromo’s growing annoyance, Hamura feigned a look of pity while barely hiding his smugness.

“Come on, try it out. I’ll even pay for an extra session just for you!”

Hamura, thoroughly enjoying himself, jumped off the chair and infused it with a bit of purple chakra, inviting his brother to give it a try.

"Where did that chakra you just put in go?"

Watching his brother’s actions, Hagoromo felt a surge of irritation, but his curiosity got the better of him.

“Uh, big bro, don’t tell me you never pay for anything?”

At this strange question, Hamura looked at him in disbelief, realizing that his “noble” brother might be a bit of a freeloader.

“Such a foolish old man…”

Recognizing what was happening, Hagoromo looked dismissively at his brother.

As he glanced at the buzzing chair, he finally understood where Hamura’s chakra in their descendant had come from.

“Ha! Jealous, are you? I just happened to cultivate a talented descendant; go ahead and envy me.”

Hamura, satisfied that he’d made his point, prepared to return to the moon.

"Hey! Ouch, what are you doing?"

Just as he was about to sit down again, Hagoromo swiftly took his place on the chair, giving him a sharp kick in the process.

Annoyed, Hamura looked on as his brother settled in comfortably.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

Feeling the unfamiliar sensation of the massage, Hagoromo’s long-tense back relaxed.

He let out a contented hum, his gaze narrowing in brotherly authority as Hamura glared in silent frustration.

“Not bad, not bad—definitely the work of my descendant.”

After enjoying the massage, Hagoromo shot his disgruntled brother a glance and, with a smirk, demanded more.

“Are you serious, Hagoromo? Have some dignity!”

When it came to a matter of principle, Hamura, as the younger brother, couldn’t stay silent any longer. With a stern expression, he protested loudly:

"If that's the case, I’ll have no choice but to ask Mother to intervene!"

“I believe that descendant’s bloodline is incredibly complex, a rare mixed talent that only appears once in a thousand years. Single-focused guidance might not be enough to unlock his full potential!”

Hagoromo immediately suggested that they settle things amicably. After all, that descendant was quite a unique character, so they could both have a part in his development. “I also think he needs a well-rounded approach, no favoring one side over the other.”

Relieved that his elder brother was compromising, Hamura quickly agreed to share the benefits equally.

“Good! Since you’ve already given him the Tenseigan, I’ll grant him the Heart Sword as a complementary gift.”

“Deal, bro!”

In the cave.

Uchiha Gin stood at the lakebed, holding the sword, and found that it was surprisingly obedient.

There was no resistance when he infused it with his chakra—none of the typical “spirit weapon consuming its wielder” scenario often found in novels.

The sword’s submission almost unsettled him, as though he were its rightful master.

“Hm? This is the teleportation array between the Earth and the Moon, right?”

Unable to detect any issues with the sword, Gin sheathed it at his waist, then bent down to wipe the mud from an ancient, rune-etched formation on the ground. Recalling Hamura’s instructions, he examined the array, confirming its identity.

“However, it’ll take some time before it’s functional again.”

The formation had been suppressed by the Sword of Heart for many years. Fortunately, with Hamura’s added power, it was slowly repairing itself.

If all went well, it wouldn’t be long before it was restored.

Since he had unlocked the formation, Gin prepared to leave. This strange journey was one he felt no one would believe even if he told them—it would sound like a wild dream.

Walking slowly through the cave, with the lake receding behind him, Gin felt satisfied at obtaining the legendary weapon.

However, the long sword at his waist swung awkwardly with each step, annoying him. Frowning, he slung it over his back, but now the sharp blade pressed against his hip, making him worry it might hurt him.

Feeling frustrated, he stabbed the sword—coveted by the entire ninja world—into the ground, where its sharp tip easily sliced through the solid rock as though it were butter.

“Why is this thing so long? It’s such a hassle to carry around. Couldn’t it just… be a little shorter?”

As he gazed at the long, black sword, Gin couldn’t help but grumble internally. It was anything but subtle and didn’t suit his image at all.

Then, to his surprise, the Heart Sword started to shrink, as though responding to his thoughts, until it was the exact length he had envisioned.

“Could it… change materials too? Like turning into a wooden sword?”

Gin circled the altered sword, rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t imagining things, and then spoke out loud to test his theory.

In response, the Heart Sword glowed with a brilliant black light. When the light faded, Gin found that the once-bladed sword had transformed into a wooden one.

“Incredible!”

Gin pulled it out, enjoying the warm, smooth feel of the wooden blade. He swung it a few times and exclaimed in amazement.

Crack!

Curious to test its sharpness, he struck an outcrop on the cave wall. Despite now being a wooden sword, the blade still sliced through the stone effortlessly, leaving a smooth cut on the rock.

“Nice!”

The sword’s length was just right, its weight perfect, and its low-profile appearance suited him. Overjoyed, Gin admired the modified Heart Sword, thinking that from now on, it would be his favorite weapon.

The sword’s black aura seemed to solidify, as if sensing his satisfaction.

“What? That kid… has already gained the Heart Sword's recognition?”

Lying on his massage chair, Hagoromo sensed the satisfied aura from his weapon, leaving him stunned. Back then, it had taken him immense willpower to forge his Heart Sword.

“If it’s him… perhaps it’s possible.”

After a long contemplation, Hagoromo noted Gin’s name in his plans, considering how he might use him.

“Not bad at all!”

Ecstatic with his ideal wooden sword, Gin scanned his surroundings, thinking up a name for his new weapon.


He glanced around and decided to name it after where he’d found it.

“Let’s see… this wooden sword was hidden in a cave and buried deep in the lake. Most importantly, it’s an heirloom from ancient ancestors, so I’ll call it…”