Kuwajima Jigoro's name and photo were clearly visible on the letter of appointment.
Below that was his mission record: 68 D-rank missions, 26 C-rank, and 63 B-rank.
The biggest difference from before was that his A-rank missions were finally not zero, but one. S-rank missions still stood at two.
"Congratulations, Qingshui! I knew you'd reach this point quickly when you joined the Puppet Force, but I didn't expect you to become a Special Jonin in less than a year. With your strength, you should be a full-fledged Jonin very soon."
Ishido clapped Qingshui on the shoulder, congratulating him.
After this mission, he truly saw Qingshui in a new light.
He had been a little skeptical when he heard Qingshui now possessed strength close to a Jonin, but now...
Oh wow, it's more than that!
Whether it was his inexplicably miraculous Wind Release Ninjutsu or his ability to fly at high altitudes for extended periods, these were not abilities a normal Jonin would possess.
Baki, Pakura, and Kurokawa also offered their congratulations.
The former two were filled with envy.
Baki's hard requirements were still a bit short, while Pakura was close, needing only one more A-rank mission.
"Oh, and there's an extremely important piece of intelligence that needs to be reported. We must immediately send someone to inform Lord Third and Ebizo-sensei. And Chiyo-sensei must be told the moment she returns."
Qingshui tucked the certificate into his vest pocket and said gravely to Fukami Senran.
"Hm?"
"We encountered Konoha's Tsunade during this mission."
Fukami Senran's expression suddenly turned serious.
"Tsunade?! That's right, there's been no news of Tsunade in this recent war or previous operations. It's certainly possible she withdrew from the Land of Rain, but... if you encountered Konoha's Tsunade, how did you all get out unscathed?"
"Ahem, actually... it was probably Tsunade who got out unscathed. Based on my personal observations, Tsunade's condition is very unusual. There's a high probability she's suffering from Hemophobia."
"Are you sure?"
Qingshui nodded slowly.
"If you can't believe it, you can devise some methods to test it, like picking some scapegoats from the bounty office. But I'm at least ninety percent certain."
Qingshui said seriously.
"If that's truly the case, then your mission record will likely have another S-rank mission added to it."
Fukami Senran exclaimed.
The value of this intelligence was in no way inferior to most S-rank missions.
"Anyway, it's good news. If the intelligence is verified, you'll probably become a Special Jonin very soon too."
Qingshui folded his arms, tilting his head, and said with a grin to Pakura.
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Demon Slayer World.
Mount Momoyama.
A small house at the foot of the mountain had been converted into a workshop by Qingshui.
The era here was too primitive.
Although there were machine tools in the early Taisho period, they were not only expensive in this era's Japan but also not something ordinary people could buy.
With the Uesugi Family's financial resources and background, they could certainly have gotten one for Qingshui, but after several considerations, Qingshui decided to build a machine tool himself.
The precision of machine tools here was too low.
With the abilities Qingshui possessed, he could completely create a high-precision machine tool powered and driven by Chakra Threads and Puppetry to process materials.
The machine tool had just been completed; the Puppets had not yet begun casting.
Currently, Qingshui had designed two plans. One was to create pneumatic armored Puppets like Black Gold and Fatty, capable of immense power. At that point, he would only need to replace their fists with ones made of Scarlet Ore Iron.
No matter what Demon he encountered, he'd only need one punch to blow their head off.
But the problem was that the industrial development here was still relatively primitive, and there were no suitable materials for airtight cylinders like in the Naruto World. The performance ceiling of the pneumatic armor he could create would be locked, potentially even inferior to the early first-generation Black Gold.
In that case, the upper limit would be Chunin-level strength.
Unless Qingshui was willing to spend a lot of time analyzing various materials in this world, then advancing the tech tree and promoting the development of industrial society...
For now, Qingshui had no such intention. If he could reach a high position in the future, he might pursue some political achievements to gain Fortune.
The second plan was to create lightweight exoskeleton armor.
Not even armor, but just armor.
Aside from providing a certain degree of protection, it would add some mechanisms for killing enemies or self-preservation, and would include a Chakra hub.
Because it was simple, it would only require one or two Chakra Threads to operate, and in critical moments, the Mechanism Shield Seal could be activated for defense.
The Puppet's rating might not be very high, but if it was just used as a half-covered exoskeleton battle suit for auxiliary combat, it could greatly enhance the combat capabilities of this body.
He wasn't sure if he could beat a Hashira, but a Class-A Swordsman, second only to a Hashira, would definitely be no problem.
Just as Qingshui was about to start making a Puppet, a heart-wrenching scream came from the grass outside the house.
"No! Ryo-ko, she... Ryo-ko, she promised to elope with me! She took all my money! Ryo-ko, Ryo-ko! How can I live without you!"
So noisy...
Qingshui just felt like there was a simp wailing outside.
Pushing open the door, Qingshui immediately saw the scene outside.
A short old man in yellow with a very receding hairline was dragging a tear-streaked, half-grown boy towards him.
"Master Kuwajima, I am Uesugi Qingshui. I was recommended by Master Morioka Nen, the Trainer of Wind Breathing, to learn Thunder Breathing from you."
Qingshui respectfully addressed the short old man who had lost a leg and could only walk with a wooden prosthetic.
If he wanted to learn skills from someone, respect was essential.
This man was once the Sound Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, and his strength far surpassed Morioka Nen's.
"Oh? Oh! I remember now. That monk Morioka did send me a letter a while ago. So, you're the kid who learned all the sword forms of Wind Breathing after seeing them once, and made Morioka run out of things to teach in a month."
Kuwajima Jigoro leaned on his cane, curiously sizing up Qingshui.
"Come with me. This kid is my new catch... my new disciple, named Agatsuma Zenitsu. Heh, he was tricked out of all his money by a girl he liked, and then she ran off to elope with someone else. As a result, he's in huge debt and being chased by loan sharks. This half-grown kid actually ran faster than a whole group of people. That burst of power is good material for learning Thunder Breathing."
Kuwajima Jigoro patted Agatsuma Zenitsu, who was still yelling, and said with a chuckle.
"I have another disciple, Kaigaku, up on the mountain. I'll introduce you two later."
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