"…This…"
The Daimyō of the Land of Iron stood to the side, completely bewildered.
Mifune… had lost?
Even though he didn't fully understand swordsmanship, anyone with eyes could see that Mifune had been suppressing Ning Feng earlier.
Yet after just one exchange of offense and defense…
Ning Feng had ended the fight with a single strike?
If it had been a hard-fought battle with a narrow victory, the Daimyō could have accepted it.
After all, this was Ning Feng—the rising powerhouse of the ninja world, already faintly regarded as its strongest.
But being suppressed first, then winning with absolute dominance…
This, he simply couldn't comprehend.
Ning Feng walked over and helped Mifune up.
"Daimyō-sama, would it be possible for the Land of Iron to send a few high-level blacksmiths to Amegakure? Just to handle some advanced weapon forging."
A gentle smile appeared on Ning Feng's face.
The Daimyō's heart skipped a beat.
The Land of Iron did allow outsiders to learn forging techniques—
But never the core methods.
And Ning Feng's request…
Wasn't just borrowing people.
It was clearly aimed at extracting their advanced forging techniques!
"This…"
The Daimyō hesitated.
He couldn't bear the consequences.
Everyone could see how rapidly the Land of Rain was rising.
If their weapon quality improved as well—
They would truly surpass the Five Great Nations.
And when that happened—
Other nations might vent their anger on the Land of Iron.
"Lord Amekage… the Land of Iron is a neutral country. This… doesn't quite follow the rules."
The Daimyō forced a smile, wiping cold sweat from his forehead.
Ning Feng's aura grew heavier.
Even the ground beneath them trembled slightly.
"Back then, Lord Mifune and I made an agreement…"
"If I won, he would send several master blacksmiths to the Land of Rain."
Ning Feng smiled without warmth.
Behind him, the Sword of the Thunder God hummed faintly—
As if it might be drawn at any moment.
The Daimyō's face turned pale.
He had come out today without guards.
In his mind, Mifune alone was enough protection.
But now—
Mifune had been knocked unconscious in just a few moves.
He was completely defenseless.
"Of course, this is a private agreement between me and Lord Mifune."
"It won't be known by a third party."
Ning Feng shrugged, pointing at the unconscious Mifune.
"Oh—right."
"Now it won't even be known by a fourth."
He glanced at the trembling Daimyō and clapped his hands as if realizing something.
"Not… known by others?"
The Daimyō felt as if he'd been pardoned from execution.
"Of course! I'll personally take you to select them!"
The moment he finished speaking—
The oppressive aura vanished instantly.
Ning Feng nodded in satisfaction.
If he could obtain the Land of Iron's advanced forging techniques—
One of Amegakure's biggest weaknesses would be eliminated.
Previously, the Land of Rain had used poor materials, often substituting inferior ones.
Only after Ning Feng became the Third Amekage did he import large quantities of high-quality materials from Konoha.
Even then—
Rare ores were scarce.
Only wealthy Konoha could supply him in bulk.
But the real bottleneck had always been technique.
And now—
This trip had brought unexpected gains.
First, he copied Mifune's Iaijutsu.
Then, this opportunity.
—
After settling Mifune, the Daimyō led Ning Feng to select blacksmiths.
Had Mifune ever agreed to this?
Of course not.
He only wanted to redeem himself and break his bottleneck.
But now—
With no guards and Mifune down—
The Daimyō had no choice but to comply.
Ordinarily, even a Kage-level ninja would have to deal with the Land of Iron's guards—
And Mifune would easily arrive and defeat them.
His strength far surpassed ordinary Kage.
But today—
Ning Feng had defeated Mifune at the perfect moment.
Thus, he became—
The first person to successfully extort a neutral nation.
"What? Go to the Land of Rain?!"
The selected master blacksmiths were indignant.
They were used to being sought after by ninja villages—
Accustomed to superiority.
Why would they obey so easily?
Leaving their homeland?
Unacceptable.
"Those people… belong to me now, right?"
Ning Feng glanced at the Daimyō.
"Yes… they are yours, Lord Amekage."
The Daimyō replied nervously.
Ning Feng's smile turned cold.
A terrifying pressure descended upon the blacksmiths!
Thud!
Thud!
The leading blacksmith dropped to his knees.
His face filled with disbelief.
They hadn't expected—
This ninja would dare act against them.
Was he really going to kill them if they refused?
Ning Feng increased the pressure.
"If you can't serve me…"
"Then stay here forever."
"After all—you no longer belong to the Land of Iron."
The killing intent was unmistakable.
Only then did fear truly take hold.
They obediently followed.
Amegakure, Weapons Forge.
"These are renowned blacksmiths from the Land of Iron. Treat them well."
Ning Feng instructed the overseer.
"Yes, yes!"
The overseer nodded repeatedly, shocked.
To bring blacksmiths from the Land of Iron—
Unheard of.
Those people were famously stubborn.
Only their leader could pull something like this off.
"Learn properly from these masters!"
"Don't just watch them work!"
Ning Feng scolded with a smile.
Even with these blacksmiths—
If Amegakure's own craftsmen didn't learn—
Mass production of high-grade ninja tools would remain difficult.
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