My Sign-in System in Naruto

The Land of Iron had no ninjas but instead was home to unique samurai.

Although these samurai, like ninjas, possessed chakra of various attributes, their fighting style was entirely different.

Ninjas transformed their chakra into ninjutsu and genjutsu to attack their opponents.

Samurai, on the other hand, channeled their chakra into their katanas, creating sword energy.

This difference resulted in the samurai's combat capabilities being somewhat limited.

Especially in the later stages of the shinobi world, where ninjutsu bombardment became prevalent, the samurai's fighting strength appeared particularly weak.

Even Mifune, the strongest samurai in the Land of Iron, didn't stand out much in terms of feats.

'However, if I could master their fighting style, I wonder if it would lead to a qualitative change,' Haru thought to himself as he silently followed Rikaku.

Haru's chakra reserves were larger than most. If he channeled his chakra into the Asauchi to create sword energy, he wondered if it could reach the level of something like Excalibur.

'I should find an opportunity to test it out.'

While Haru was lost in his thoughts, Rikaku led them through the forest and into the town of the Land of Iron.

As Mifune's guard, Rikaku had already arranged accommodations for Hiruzen and his group under Mifune's orders.

"Everyone must be exhausted from the journey. Lord Mifune has specifically instructed that you rest well tonight. The talks will begin tomorrow," Rikaku said, maintaining his respectful demeanor.

Although the Land of Iron's national power paled in comparison to major nations like the Land of Fire and the Land of Lightning, its status as the only neutral country to remain untouched by countless wars gave its people a strong sense of confidence.

Whether it was receiving the Hokage or the Raikage, Mifune never appeared in person immediately. Instead, he had his guards relay messages.

They would meet him during the talks.

"Understood," Hiruzen nodded, indicating that he would take the opportunity to rest.

"Then I won't disturb you any further. I need to report to Lord Mifune," Rikaku said, bowing respectfully to Haru and the others before turning and leaving without another word.

"I'm exhausted, Lord Hokage. I need to rest," Haru said lazily, yawning as he watched Rikaku leave, clearly eager to get some sleep.

"Of course," Hiruzen had no reason to refuse. "Fu, you've had a long day as well. Get some rest."

"Yes, Lord Hokage," Fu responded immediately before heading to his room.

Without further ado, Haru bid Hiruzen farewell and made his way to his own room.

Although the Land of Iron wasn't particularly wealthy, under Mifune's leadership, its people lived in peace and prosperity.

The room wasn't luxurious, but it was clean and tidy, with all the necessary items neatly arranged.

Haru sat cross-legged on the tatami mat and activated his Byakugan.

Although he had gained Hashirama's chakra, mastery of the five nature transformations, and Wood Release, his sensory abilities were still a weak point.

Even face-to-face, Haru sometimes struggled to distinguish between different chakra signatures.

Fortunately, the Byakugan compensated for this weakness.

When he activated this dojutsu, he could see everything within a 360-degree radius.

After confirming that no one was eavesdropping or spying on him, Haru focused his attention and retrieved the Asauchi from his inventory.

Although he rarely used such weapons, he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with them.

He gripped the Asauchi firmly and swung it forward.

'The feel of it doesn't seem much different from other weapons,' Haru murmured to himself.

He began channeling his chakra into the Asauchi, curious to see if it would directly influence the weapon and transform it into a true Zanpakutō.

However, nothing happened.

'Well, of course. I just got this weapon. It's unlikely it would transform into a true Zanpakutō so quickly,' Haru thought, staring at the silver-white blade.

He stopped channeling chakra and stood up from the tatami mat.

Although the check-in system had rewarded him with the Asauchi, it didn't come with a sheath.

'Speaking of which, the Land of Iron is a nation of samurai. Every samurai here wears layered armor and carries at least two swords. Their blacksmithing must be highly advanced.'

With this in mind, Haru glanced out the window. The sky was still bright.

'I'll go out for a walk.'

Haru decided to hang the Asauchi at his waist and left the room.

Despite being in a different country, the language spoken in the Land of Iron was the same as in the rest of the shinobi world.

'The streets are quite lively,' Haru observed as he looked around.

Although the Land of Iron was geographically isolated, it wasn't backward. The streets were bustling with people, and vendors were busy with their trade.

Of course, as the homeland of samurai, the craftsmanship of metalwork here was highly advanced.

Haru didn't even need to ask for directions. At a glance, he spotted a blacksmith's shop standing prominently.

With the Asauchi in hand, Haru strode over.

"Hello," the blacksmith greeted Haru warmly.

However, the next moment, his eyes were drawn to the katana in Haru's hand.

With just one glance, the blacksmith's eyes widened, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"That katana..." The blacksmith swallowed hard, his throat dry. He considered himself well-traveled within the Land of Iron, and most of the weapons used by the samurai here were crafted by his hands.

To put it bluntly, he hated using the word "perfect" to describe a weapon.

For a true blacksmith, the best weapon should always be the next one.

The next generation.

Because technology would continue to advance, and with passion and sweat, craftsmanship would only improve.

This belief had always driven him to keep researching and striving in this field.

To call any weapon "perfect" would be to deny all his efforts and even his future path.

For a blacksmith, this would be a devastating blow.

However, these thoughts only existed before he saw Haru's weapon.

"Perfect..."

In his state of shock, the blacksmith could only utter this word.

He even felt that his vocabulary was lacking because, aside from "perfect," he couldn't think of any other word to describe this weapon.

"Can I... take a closer look?"

Time seemed to freeze as the blacksmith wiped his trembling hands on his apron. His eyes shone with excitement, like a child who had spotted a coveted toy but wasn't allowed to touch it without permission.

Haru, however, was puzzled. Was the Asauchi really that impressive?