Thirteen years have passed since the closure of the Vortex Country.

After experiencing the Second Ninja World War, the ninja world spent more than ten years of peace.

War and peace, in this ninja world, is like the sun and the moon, finally smoothed out the damage caused by the last war, after more than ten years of development, the ambitions of each country have shown signs of rising with the growth of their own strength.

In the ninja world, the small-scale friction between countries has been increasing since the beginning of this year, and although all countries have wisely exercised restraint, everyone knows that there is only one incident that can be used as a fuse to detonate this increasingly tense situation.

While the countries are secretly preparing for the upcoming expansion plans, the Vortex Country is still taking care of itself without hearing what is going on outside the window.

There is no outside trade, and the country of vortex has a difficult time to develop with its own small territory.

But this difficult environment has also given birth to a new generation of vortex ninjas' tenacious and tenacious character.

Under the guidance of Kazuma, children who have never seen the outside world are taught why the current country of Vortex has become the way it is.

What the mysterious vortex shadow of Tong Xuehui made them remember was their deep hatred for Yun Shinobi and Mist Shinobi.

The Uchiha Mirror was worried about whether the vortex ninja mentality of growing up in such an environment would be too extreme, but Kazuma said that this would allow these young ninjas to grow their strength normally in an environment where there was no external threat.

As for this hatred, Kazuma said, could it be that when the barrier disappears, the adults won't seek revenge on these two great ninja villages?

Besides, Kazuma believes that as long as Xue Hui returns, with his influence and personality charm in Vortex Village, there will be no accidents.

However, one thing was missed, that is, when an accident happened to Xue Hui himself, the future situation would become confusing.

In the spring of this year, just after a warm winter, the whole country of Vortex is busy with spring farming, and as the population recovers and grows, the ninjas also need to work, and through the efficient work of the ninjas, there will be no shortage of resources.

The busy people didn't notice that the person lying inside the Frost Castle behind the Vortex Ancestral Hall, which had not shown any signs of melting for more than ten years, slowly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of gloomy eyes that had never appeared on Xue Hui, and with the long white hair, Xue Hui's appearance had changed a lot.

"Is this, me?"

Through the glimmer of light through the ice, Xue Hui saw his reflection on the smooth ice.

"So who am I? Whirlpool? Big barrel wood? ”

Xue Hui said words with unknown meanings, as if he had lost some memories, or rather, after the black Jedi entered his body, it affected all aspects of Xue Hui.

Xue Hui used his seemingly innate ability to sneak underneath silently, sneaking through the ground and coming to the edge of the enchantment.

At this time, Xue Hui found that he had lost the root of ninja, and the transformation and use of chakra was replaced by the only simple and crude method of use.

Xue Hui raised his right hand and slowly approached the enchantment of the Vortex Country, and then, a pitch-black sphere suddenly appeared in the palm of his right hand.

Xue Hui controlled the black ball and drew a circle along the barrier, and a passage to the outside world was easily formed.

A simple operation, but it cost Xue Hui a huge amount of chakra, he staggered and moved his body, passed through the barrier, and came to the ninja world.

The passage behind him vanished, and the barrier filled the void once more.

This small change was coincidental and unnoticed by the few vortex ninja who were monitoring the enchantment.

Snow Radiance dives underground again, into the Land of Fire, and sneaks north.

……

A month later.

The capital of the Iron Country.

A blacksmith shop with a lot of history, with the development of the capital over the years, it has moved from the street to the alley, and the people who come to the door are all familiar samurai, most of whom have chosen this place because of the special inheritance memory here.

The shop, which has not received new customers for a long time, has a strange guest today.

This guest is none other than Xue Hui.

The door to the blacksmith's shop was pushed open, bringing an extra sound to the wrought-iron pounding room.

The owner of the shop, a middle-aged blacksmith, glanced at it, only to see that it was not any of the familiar guests.

But this did not affect his work, and after one glance at the long-haired white-haired stranger, he devoted himself to his own forging process.

Xue Hui hadn't said a word since he entered the blacksmith shop.

The whole person stood quietly, standing in front of the counter, just observing the blacksmith's every move.

"Dang!"

I don't know how long later, as the final hammer fell, the blacksmith skillfully reached the crimson knife into the water, making a 'bang' sound.

Looking at the quenching knife, the blacksmith finally had time to speak.

I saw that his eyes were still staring at the knife, his hands were turning, and he asked in his deep voice:

"I can't be a unique person like you without influence, so that means that you are someone I don't know."

"Can you explain your intentions?"

Xue Hui didn't say a word, took out an extraordinary-looking stone from his bosom, and gently placed it on the counter.

There was a small 'bang' sound, and the blacksmith's ears moved, but he didn't turn his head until he had taken out a large amount of the cooled knife.

It was not the first time that a blacksmith had seen such a unique guest, and his father, who had seen all kinds of samurai, led him to conclude that the more powerful a person was, the more likely he was to be a maverick.

Because ordinary people have long been cleaned up by others.

The blacksmith put down the knife that had been preliminarily built, and finally walked behind the counter.

Before he could take a closer look at Xue Hui's appearance, his eyes were drawn to the stone that Xue Hui had placed on the counter.

"This is meteorite? Extraterrestrial materials?! ”

The blacksmith looked at the stone in amazement, and although other blacksmiths might not be able to tell the difference for a while, with his skill, he could see the value of this small stone at a glance.

The superb skills passed down from the elders are also the reason why this blacksmith shop, which has faded out of the bustling streets, still has many regular customers, and the strength of those customers is not weak.

Xue Hui still didn't speak, patiently waiting for the topless blacksmith to look at the meteoric iron.

The middle-aged blacksmith was also aware of Xue Hui's silent personality at this time, but fortunately, he was experienced in dealing with all kinds of guests.

"You're asking me to help you craft a weapon?"

The blacksmith asked.

Xue Hui pointed at the meteorite and nodded.

"I see, what about the types of weapons?"

Xue Hui heard the blacksmith's inquiry, took a step back, and clasped his hands outside his waist on the left side.

Although he didn't really hold a knife, a chilling momentum still appeared from Xue Hui's body.