“The main source of income for the Hojo Clan is the production and export of blades. Many of the Orientia ninjas are equipped with blades produced by the Hojo Clan.”
“Besides exporting blades, they have limited contact with the outside world. Although they are not one of the three major families in Orientia, their strength is not much weaker than the three major families.”
“A ninja clan with a strength comparable to the three major families in Orientia?” Leo pondered.
The reason why the three major families in Orientia are famous is because their industries are spread worldwide and they are active in both politics and business, well-known to people.
Orientia also has some hidden ninja clans, similar to the hidden martial arts clans in Atraria, rarely appearing in people’s sight.
“Mr. Mcguire, there’s something I’m not sure if I should say…” After a moment of hesitation, Leo looked at Kihachi.
Kihachi sincerely said, “Mr. Bloomer, please feel free to speak. You saved my life and Amaya’s life, there’s no need to be so polite.”
Leo spoke frankly, “Mr. Mcguire, it would be better if you don’t keep this Gokumaru Kunitsuna katana with you.”
“This is indeed an ominous blade. I would rather have never owned it. If it weren’t for designing to lure the Hojo Clan ninjas, I would have melted and destroyed it long ago,” Kihachi sighed and said in a deep voice.
“Mr. Mcguire, have you been having nightmares lately? Your mental state doesn’t seem as good as before?”
Kihachi was taken aback for a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he nodded, “Yes, I often wake up from nightmares at night. Sometimes I dream of ninjas coming to kill me with a sword, and sometimes I dream of me using Gokumaru Kunitsuna to chop ninjas into minced meat!”
“Mr. Bloomer, how do you know that I often have nightmares?”
“Because of this Gokumaru Kunitsuna katana.” Leo’s gaze fell on Gokumaru Kunitsuna again. “This blade contains a strong aura of bloodthirstiness. Although it is protected by the scabbard and box, the aura still seeps out.”
“Mr. Mcguire, you must have drawn it out before, and your body has naturally been corroded by the aura. If this continues, your lifespan may not last three to five years…” Leo said straightforwardly.
“Three to five years?” Kihachi was shocked and looked at Gokumaru Kunitsuna in Leo’s hand with a fearful gaze.
“Mr. Bloomer, why don’t I destroy it now? I have never had peace since I obtained this katana. As for luring the Hojo Clan ninjas, I can make a fake blade,” Kihachi no longer wanted to see this Gokumaru Kunitsuna.
“There’s no need to destroy it. I can seal it on the box and completely seal off the aura,” Leo shook his head.
“Seal it?” Kihachi was puzzled, but still nodded.
“However, no matter how strong the seal is, it will weaken over time. I suggest Mr. Mcguire exchange this blade.”
“With such a famous blade, other families in Orientia will definitely want it. Mr. Mcguire can exchange it with other families besides the Hojo Clan. By then, let the Hojo Clan and other families kill each other,” Leo suggested.
This idea made Kihachi’s eyes light up. “Mr. Bloomer, this is a great idea. But before that, I want to cripple the Hojo Clan!”
Leo nodded, “Mr. Mcguire, I will seal it now. Don’t open it again until the exchange with the Orientia people.”
“Okay, thank you, Mr. Bloomer.”
Immediately, Leo sheathed the blade and put it back into the box, then used Spiritual Power to draw sealing runes on the box with his bare hands.
When Kihachi saw a faint golden mysterious rune appear on the surface of the box, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and his gaze towards Leo became even more respectful.
He could tell that Leo was not a Martial Cultivator.
Of course, with Kihachi’s shrewdness, he naturally didn’t ask much.
After sealing it, Leo handed the box back to Kihachi. “Mr. Mcguire, please keep it.”
“Okay.” Kihachi nodded and took the box.
A bone-chilling sensation penetrated Kihachi’s body as he held the box. He couldn’t help but marvel at its strangeness and placed the box back into a hidden compartment before closing it.
“Mr. Bloomer, can you eliminate the erosion I have suffered?” Kihachi asked nervously.
“Of course, I will now remove the aura you have been contaminated with. Please don’t move.”
Leo thought Kihachi was a decent person and decided to help him wholeheartedly.
“Thank you, Mr. Bloomer,” Kihachi quickly expressed his gratitude.
Leo took out the Golden Dragon Silver Needle he carried with him, infused a bit of Spiritual Power into the needle, and quickly pricked Kihachi’s brow.
As Leo moved his fingers, a faint white aura spread from Kihachi’s brow and enveloped his entire body.
Faint traces of extremely shallow blood-colored gas were evaporated under Kihachi’s skin.
At first, Kihachi felt a tingling sensation in his brow, but then his whole body felt warm and comfortable.
In less than a minute, Leo withdrew the needle and the faint white aura disappeared.
“Alright, Mr. Mcguire, you can open your eyes now. Later, I will give you a prescription to take for three days, and your physical functions will fully recover.”
Saying that, Leo took out a piece of paper from the desk and wrote down a prescription.
“Thank you again, Mr. Bloomer.” Kihachi took the prescription and thanked him once more.
Kihachi owed Leo more and more favors in his heart. He made up his mind that he must repay this favor.
Just then, someone suddenly pushed open the door of the study and rushed in.
The person who appeared was Amaya.
Kihachi was puzzled because Amaya usually knocked on the door when entering the study. Why was she so impulsive today?
Before Kihachi could ask, Amaya spoke first, “Dad, come quickly! Mom suddenly started crying…”
Amaya’s eyes were slightly red, but her voice was filled with joy.
“What?” Kihachi’s expression changed drastically as he turned to Leo. “Mr. Bloomer, come with me to see my wife.”
“Okay, let’s go.” Leo nodded.
Immediately, the three of them left the study and entered a quiet and spacious bedroom.
In the bedroom was a soft bed with two female nurses beside it.
Lying on the bed was a middle-aged woman, Ariella Adams, Kihachi’s wife.
Ariella had beautiful features and exceptionally fair skin. Her eyelids were open but there was no light in her eyes. There were faint traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.
Harrison, Seiho, and Imogen who had escorted Coral back entered the bedroom ahead of Leo and the others.
Harrison walked to a chair beside the bed and sat down to check Ariella’s pulse.
“Ariella.” Kihachi walked to the bedside and called her gently.
After checking her pulse and lifting her eyelids again, Harrison withdrew his hand.
“Elder Harrison, how is my wife?” Kihachi asked anxiously.
“She hasn’t regained consciousness yet, but tears flowing from her eyes are still a good sign,” Harrison sighed lightly and said.