章節 64: Chapter 64
Takeda stood and lowered his head. Death Eater or not, the man loved his family. It was best to leave him be to plan their survival.
"Indeed Lucius Malfoy. I shall await your communication regarding this matter."
And he was gone.
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It was breakfast. The great hall was full, as always. The chattering was barely tolerable, but Harry would endure it. Today was an important day after all. And important days meant keeping your patience.
As he waited for that which had him on edge, he quietly paid attention to the only two people he had any interest in within the Hogwarts student body, Tetsuya and Hermione.
Tetsuya was still mostly a mystery. Harry did not dare approach too close to the base of his enemies, lest they detect and discover him. The Japanese boy himself was fair game. But it was a very interesting question, why was he there? Why was this inexperienced operative of a well supplied and professional organization here in Britain or even Hogwarts at all? He himself had no clue, and did not have the experience to deduce that information even with more data. True, he could make assumptions and extrapolate, but he was walking with a Naruto mindset, which he highly doubted would apply to magic in any but the broadest sense. True, it was highly effective against these British oafs, but these Japanese fellows were in a different league. He was on the verge of asking Hermione for her unique insight.
Hermione was a mystery. There was just no classifying her anymore. She was order and chaos, fun and killjoy, exuberant and utterly shy all at once. She seemed to be in her own little world and utterly vegetable like at times. Other times, she was focused and serious, even if he himself had no idea what she was so focused on. After her date with sanity, she had mellowed out from the utterly insane/psychotic persona into this somewhat normal behavior that seemed to cycle through maturity levels at random.
On the other hand, she was quite helpful and seemed to genuinely wish him well, something he was quite unused to until his mentor had introduced him to that concept. Even now, the idea that some sort of pseudo invincible magical creature was the only thing in the castle he had some level of true trust for was...it was indescribable. Of course, considering that she had stated that she was actually human before she laid her hands on a possibly cursed demonic (why that word specifically he had no idea) handgun, there was possibility that it was her mystery that kept him around her. Whatever the case, he would stick around her, at least for the time being. It still rankled that she seemed to have accidentally stumbled upon abilities that were rather impressive just like that.
He was interrupted in his thoughts by the arrival of an owl. It was a package he had ordered, and it was something he had considered previously, but had not devoted much time to.
As a progressing shinobi, Harry had many fields that he could develop his talents in. Ninjutsu, Genjutsu and Taijutsu were the cardinal 3 of any shinobi. Beyond that however, existed many skills that supplemented or went parallel to front line combat. T&I, torture and interrogation, the realm of the almighty Ibiki. Intelligence and Espionage, Jiraiya's more important hobby. Forensics and investigation, which the Uchiha military police must have a good amount of skill in, seeing as it overlaps with hunter nin. Field medicine and surgery, Tsunade's claim to fame. And then of course, the front line combat skills like puppetry, sealing, poisons, weapon skills, trap creation. They were all excellent skills for a ninja to have.
Harry however had at this point decided to branch off towards sword skills. It was a sore point for him that he needed to show his superior speed to block the Japanese ninja's wakizashi. To be forced to resort to compensate for lack of skill was something he could not tolerate. So he had decided to purchase an encyclopedia of swords...or the closest object to such a thing that existed. It was simply a collection of handwritten notes, that described swords, their strengths, weaknesses, styles and requirements. Alongside was an actual collection of pictures and specifications of real world swords, thousands of them. After all, Japan wasn't the only country to forge a blade long or sharp enough. The fact that such things as Zabuza's Kubikiri Hocho existed was sufficient cause for him to look beyond the measly katana. And while he was not Tenten, determined to wield everything, he was going to find his own niche and fill it, something that would make him stand out if he was actually in the elemental nations.
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"Granger! Where are you dragging me?"
Hermione Granger, currently dragging a somewhat reluctant and perturbed Harry did not deign to reply to the somewhat deserved question in the face of completing her current objective. As such, she was currently on the seventh floor, having started from the first, dragging a reluctant Harry by the wrist all the way. Those who saw the quirky pair concluded that seeing her friend get an enormous book had set her off. They were only partially correct.
Minutes, that were an eternity to some later, Harry was inside a stock abandoned classroom, wondering why he had to come up all the way here for this. It was true, he had mentioned getting this earlier as he was drafting his letter to his "contact". He had simply wished that he could have an opportunity to test for himself the blades that he was going to contemplate.
Hermione had produced the widest grin at that. Unfortunately, this had set off all sorts of alarm bells and Harry had taken off before she could inflict her insanity upon him. As it was still the time when Hermione was frankly nuts, Harry had run for his life, at chakra and adrenaline enhanced speeds.
So Harry could overall connect that incident with receiving the Codex Gladius, as he called it. But why this room in particular was questionable. He was patient however. He trusted Hermione for the moment, and was wary more of the individual in front of him being a human looking Tiggy than anything else. That would be frightening.
And then, Hermione held her hand out and materialized a nodachi into it. Just like that. And before he could do so much as breathe, the classroom was empty of tables and chairs or anything else and she was in the air, swinging that monster of a blade in what was clearly an attempt to cleave him in two.
Harry danced around her incredible swing for a while, trying to find a way to retaliate when she stopped, still grinning and the blade vanished.
"What do you think Harry! Isn't it great?"
Harry shook his head.
"I have no idea what you are talking about! And whats with the lethal swings? You could bloody hell have killed me you damned woman!"
Hermione waved him off with a 'who are you kidding?' expression.
"You would have, and did dodge. Besides, it was an excellent way to demonstrate the powers of this awesome room!"
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Awesome...room?"
Hermione did a little pirouette and giggled.
"This room, my dear friend..."
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