"There's been a rumor recently about ninja of the water village roaming around these lands, they've been seen mostly around the edges and looking for skilled blacksmiths, some even say that they're trying to form a connection so they can get a constant supply of ninja tools." The old man spoke, his voice was normal, as if he wasn't in a genjutsu at all as he moved to continue cleaning a beer cup with a small towel.
"I see, which blacksmiths would likely work with such ninja? I'm sure that most of them would rather not harm their reputation in the samurai circles." Kazuo asked in turn as he lifted his mug of beer and drank it slowly whilst leaning on the bar counter towards the old man. By his body posture which appeared full of vulnerabilities, no one would have guessed that he was a ninja or someone trained to fight at all.
"That's right young lad, most of us don't wish to have any association with the ninjas of the hidden villages, they are all people with no honour, however they are still the leading military forces in the world so even us people of the samurai path need to work with them. That means most of the blacksmiths would actually work with ninja though only with official reputable villages or shinobi from the major hidden villages and not with bandit or rogue ninja." The bartender replied as he shook his head slowly as if merely mentioning the ninjas left a disgusting taste on his tongue.
"I see… you're right, ninjas certainly are a bunch of filthy digusting trash aren't they?" Kazuo asked with smile at the bartender.
Yahiko who was sitting next to him barely held up his expression as his eyebrows were constantly twitching, a small tight smile on his face that made it clear to annoyne that he most certainly wasnt finding it funny.
'This little bastard has gotten even worse with the years….' Yahiko thought to himself inwardly as he looked at Kazuo from the side.
"You… you certainly know how to use your words young man, im glad that theres still people in the new generation that value the honour and loyalty of the samurai instead of the flashiness of the ninja." The old man replied as his eyes slowly filled with unshed tears whilst looking at Kazuo.
Kazuo meanwhile was making a simple handsign under the table, concentrating on his chakra and slowly manipulating the man's chakra pathways to increase his emotional responses and at the same time a portion of his hormone production to slowly manipulate him even further.
Yahiko had at this point completely given up on maintaining his expression as he had bitten his lower lip, the situation before him was just too funny in his eyes.
'Value honour? Loyalty? This bastard? Kazuo? Hah… hahahhaa.' Yahiko thought, laughing inwardly as he slowly shook his head, trying his best to not speak outloud.
"Ofcourse sir, Samurai are the most honourable, they always keep their words until the very end, they are true protectors of our world. They are the highest form of chivalry that there has ever been and will be. Now… I wish to know about the blacksmiths who would work with even the worst of the ninjas, so I can avoid them completely." Kazuo said as he shook his head, an expression of pure adoration in his eyes whilst he talked about the samurai, an expression that quickly changed to one of utter disgust when he spoke of the blacksmiths.
"That's right. That's right! One must not give money to those unworthy schemers who do such work. The Koyota Smithy, The InoRaka Smithy and the SuitoKama Smithy. These three are the only ones dishonorable enough to even sell weapons to rogue ninja." The bartender replied as with nod of his head, an expression of pure joy on his face as he looked at Kazuo as if he was his own son.
"Then I'll make sure to never ever head there for any kind of business." Kazuo replied with his own eyes slightly widened and with unshed tears as if he had received a word full of wisdom from his own grandfather.
'This… this is turning a bit… disgusting…' Yahiko thought to himself as he had to avert his eyes from the sight of Kazuo and the old man.
"Yes, yes. Also those drinks, they're on the house. Here, another round of drinks for someone who finally gave me hope for the future of the next generation!" The old man said as he quickly grabbed another two mugs to fill with beer.
"Ah, but I'll feel bad grandfather, I only have a little bit more money for food and…" Kazuo replied instantly, his voice slightly shaking whilst at the same time his chakra quickly moved towards the mans temporal lobe once more and influenced it with another dose of chakra.
The man's eyes turned towards Kazuo and Yahiko, and noticing their blank cloaks that bore no mark of any brand from the village, that looked completely simple and even cheap. His eyes grew watery once more as he turned his head towards the back where another waiter was aswell as the kitchen of the establishment.
"Bring me two menus here, these two young lads may pick whatever they want on the menu, free of charge!" The man shouted loudly so the waiter could hear and quickly give a nod in reply before vanishing behind in the kitchen and returning with two paper menus to hand to Kazuo and Yahiko.
"Whats your name grandpa?" Kazuo asked in a soft warm voice as he looked at the old man with his own glistening eyes.
"Me? I'm Yosuke. You can just call me Grandpa though, I insist." Yosuke replied with a shake of his head and a friendly laugh.
'This guy… fucking scary.' Yahiko thought to himself as he felt a shiver go down his spine.
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