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Itosai sat by the embers of a sleeping furnace. Every so often his face would glow red from the fires as they came to life. He was seated on top a chopped tree log. His hair sleeked back neatly as his beard combed to its finest form. A man in his 40's was inspecting a hammer behind Itosai. This man was rounded but held enormous strength in his chest and arms. Through his slanted eyes he critically inspected the iron hammer which was also had rounded edges. Years of pounding away at hot steel, it was bound to happen. A third person was present, the apprentice of the fat man. Working already with sweat at the furnace. Pressing the fan and constantly blowing streams of air to give life to the dead coals. A good blacksmith would have kept the fire going but everyone had their own methods. Itosai himself was engrossed in reading a scroll. It was early morning, a tad past the time fishermen would have set sail to the rivers or seas. The pounding of metal would only be heard later.

"Body and Soul. Hmm..This sounds very much like a religion." Declared Itosai.

At this the blacksmith looked at him through his slitted eyes. The Apprentice looked at him but remembered to continue work on the fan. Itosai scratched at a spot on his nose all the while not taking his eyes off the scroll. What he read was interesting and greatly fascinated him.

"Muito-kun did you know that even us non-shinobi are able to create and make use of chakra? Not quite like the Shinobi of those villages do but in a similar manner it seems!" Shigekuni's voice was good and strong and was no where close to a mumble. Public and intended so that both of the people could hear.

"No Itto-dono I did not? How does that concern us?" The man's voice was rather comical. A hint of Chinese accent, as if those foreign exchange students tried to speak the common tongue.

"Think of the possibilities! As a warrior! or even myself we could become so much stronger!"
"Why would we want to become stronger Itto-dono? We are not the kind to do battle."
"ha! We're blacksmith! The strongest steals are forged in the heat of a battle! How best to test your skills with the steal then to clash against another!?"

Muito scratched his bald head. He had no idea what the old man was talking about. Was he referring to a sword fight? He shook his head and went about to look at the fire. The Fire was slowly coming back to life.

"The Clash of Iron Will boy!" Itto Itosai Shigekuni shook his head. The man was like wet wood. Never had they burned nor will they ever start to burn. He couldn't even be compared to the cold steel of a blade. The man was damp and spoiled from the rain. Ah. At least the man had a decent forge. Shigekuni hadn't seen a good one in a while. He was close somewhere near Konoha's great forest of death. An interesting place with interesting people. He returned to reading the scroll on Chakra but this time he kept an eye on the Apprentice. Maybe the boy was good for something?