Chapter 46: The Land Of Loot - 9

Chapter 46: The Land Of Loot - 9

The village of Artisans, thankfully wasn't very far from the Katabami Gold Mine. It was directly north actually, and was only a days walk away, but running there at a steady pace, only took a few hours.

It was actually near the northern border of the Land of Rivers, which lead into the Land of Rain.

Spooky to think he was so close to the Akatsuki Headquarters, 'Maybe I should see if I can find their little cave safe house here in the Land of Rivers while I'm here?' Daiki mused.

That could come in handy later.

It seemed the most likely place any Jinchuuriki caught in the Land of Fire or Land of Wind would be taken to at least, and it actually wasn't that far from the Waterfall Village either, a direct line, so it was probably where Fu got sealed in the other timeline as well.

He put that out of mind for the most, he was currently at his destination, taking a stroll through the village towards the main square, where a helpful nice lady running a stall told him, the leader of the village's residence and main office was located.

Besides, it had been a fruitful few hours. His clones had put in a lot of work, with the help and advice of Isobu...and his chakra making sure they constantly had enough to train as they pleased.

He had gotten a handle on the abilities of his new eyes. Granted, it was made much easier by the fact he knew exactly what they could do and only had to puzzle out how to activate them, but still.

'Gotta admit though, this place is amazing.' Daiki mused, head going from side to side as he walked through the village, idly taking in all the shops and stalls he could see.

It really was a village of artisans, everywhere he went he could see stores selling paintings, stalls selling elaborate pottery, tons of weapon shops and he'd counted dozens of smithey's.

It was a place entirely dedicated to the trade. He could respect the grind-set.

It wasn't long later that Daiki arrived at the Village Leader's main residence and entered. He was directed to a large office area, with a small waiting room outside, a secretary waiting behind a small desk.

"The ore for those are a bit rarer," the secretary shrugged, "We generally only get those from the Land of Iron, and chakra blades from them usually cost a lot more as well."

That did make sense to him.

"Thanks a bunch for explaining this to me, you've cleared up quite a bit for me," he grinned at her, leaning lightly on her desk, "I'm Daiki, and you?"

She smiled prettily at him, "Ochako," she introduced herself, "And thanks for not asking about...that." she trailed off, glancing slightly over her shoulder at the office, where he could still faintly make out a pair of male voices arguing.

"Eh, I'm much more interested in you," he winked, "How about once I'm done here, I take you out to dinner and you can show me the best shops to check out for chakra blades?"

She giggled lightly, cheeks flushing, "Well, I do finish for the night in less than an hour," she revealed, looking him him over, lingering particularly on his muscular arms, revealed fully by the black tank top he as wearing, he had to show off the gains the grind had bestowed upon him after all. Her gaze drifted to his face and she studied him a bit, cheeks darkening as he wiggled his eyebrows...only to suddenly frown, "Wait, how old are you Daiki?"

"...13?" he revealed hesitantly, once he graduated and got his headband, he was legal after all.

Ochako winced, "...Ah, let's shelve that dinner, I can still show you some weapon shops if you want though."

Well, that sucked, "If it's about the age, I'm a shinobi you know." he pointed out, but, he wouldn't push beyond that.

"We're not a shinobi village, haven't been for over fifty years, Civilians aren't of legal age until sixteen here," she replied, "Sorry, you're just a bit too young for me."

Lame, but understandable, "Fair enough, don't want to make you uncomfortable." he shrugged and let the matter drop.

Just because they lived on the same continent, and not really that far from each other, didn't mean their culture would be the same after all. And the world looked very different to a civilian, than it did to a shinobi or kunoichi who had to be prepared to die young, or die even the first time they ever left their village.