"Lets make haste." Said the dark man's voice. "Aye, aye Lugot!"
said Hugh as they entered into the element village main gates.
Meanwhile...back at the ramen shop..
"But they get to have cooler weapons.
" complained Mikomi. "No worries." promised Lone. "You get something special as well. This kunai can only be used by you. It is the kunai of healing. When you stab a person with it, it has the ability to heal them. Just don't hesitate with it, or it could end badly." explained Lone. "Awesome!" she said excitedly, her emerald eyes focused on the custom kunai.
Mikomi picked up her kunai from the wooden table. It glowed with yellow design's while being held. It looked like some kind of foreign language written all over that she couldn't read. Mikomi studied her new weapon, she put it up to her face and looked closely and squinted. Small yellow letters soon formed on the blade of the kunai. It said "Hope"
Her eyes widened. "What is this?" she asked. "Those yellow designs you see forming are an ancient language. No one on earth is able to decipher it. But it did belong to one of your ancestors." explained Lone. Mikomi decided to keep the word she had seen secret for now.
Lily had picked up the bow. She slid her fingers across the smooth black metal. "I remember hearing stories about a bow. It is said to be from my ancestors as well. She was also part of the Na clan. But why me?"
"It's true, it's the very same bow from the stories told from your clan. It's metal is made out of one of the three rarest metals on earth. This kind of metal that the Na-Bow is made out of is very special. The bow can transform into dual blades."
"I think I know the rest. When the blades clashes against another blade, the vibrations give off ringing sounds, and those sounds cause genjutsu. The other two metals, one is said to be able to bend, is the sharpest, and the hardest metal, and the last metal can transform into any weapon you desire."
"Correct. Two of those metals have been passed down by different clans. The bow with the vibration ability, has been passed down for generations by the Na clan. Which is yours. While the metal that can transform freely into anything, is none other than the comb of transformation passed down by the Kami clan. But no one has seen the last metal weapon for hundreds of years. There are none alive who know what happened to it." Lone explained further.
I was sitting there listening in on all the chatting and the stories. But I was growing impatient. Sure the whole metal talk was interesting, and Mikomi's cool looking kunai was awesome, but I wanted to know what mine did.
"Ah yes, I was carried away, sorry, now then, Ishtar." My face lit up. "This blade, was forged by none other than the Taokage himself."
"Cool, what can it do?" I asked. Lone gave a small sigh. "This blade here, has the amazing ability to channel elemental chakra through it."
"But wait." I interrupted. "I don't know any elemental jutsu."
"I know. You've only recently just graduated. Don't worry, I'm sure we can find out your main elemental affinity." He finished.
"Main?" I asked curiously.
Lone continued "Yes. You possess a special kekkei genkai which allows you to utlizie all five elements, but you only have one element that is your main affinity and you will accellerate faster in that one element than any others."
"Uh okay." I said.
"Just remember you three. Strength may or may not come from the weapon you will wield, but true strength always comes from within." He said. " Anyways, it's time for me to get going. It was very nice to meet you all." smiled Lone. His body flickered like a light and he was gone faster than you could blink.
The three of us looked around to see where he disappeared off to.
"Where did he go?"
"Aw man, he didn't even pay!" complained Mikomi.
Later that day, Mikomi, Lily and I had no choice but to do dishes at the ramen shop for an hour. After that, we went home right after. We had shown our new weapons to our parents. Sadly, Lily's parents did not approve of her new but dangerous weapon and confiscated it. Mikomi kept her special kunai in a safe place, near where she slept. My parents were glad, but they didn't want me swinging around a blade in the house, so they put it somewhere for safe keeping, and only bringing it out for practice, if I ever had someone to practice my swordsmanship with.
"Son, how about another story?" said my father. "Which one?" I yawned later that night. "The tale of Lugot." he said.