People are in Konoha, starting from the teacher Uchiha Madara

Chapter 19 Clan Comparison ([-])

The light of the warm sun in the morning is almost parallel to the village, and the colorful rays of light leap over the treetops and sway the streets.

The rows of shining glass of the wooden house reflected the summer sun, and the white mist among the dense forests and hills in the distance gradually dispersed with the wind.

Big family?

This concept received a severe impact on Shimura Danzo's young mind, and the inherent impression was ruthlessly crushed by reality like ice.

Across the towering gatehouse of the Uchiha clan, the bustling scene full of popularity is like a country of its own.

The Uchiha Uchiha family crests are printed everywhere on the white walls. On the street, all black hair and Uchiha people in long robes rubbed shoulders, laughing and laughing as they walked towards the training ground.

The Sarutobi clan is more prosperous than the Shimura clan.

Even so, the Shimura clan is a powerful clan that can be ranked in the Fire Nation.

Even after the establishment of the village, outsiders are still not allowed to enter the clan lands of each family in Konoha Village. The secrecy of the clan lands is full of mystery like the era of war and chaos.

Holding the invitation tightly in his hand, he finally got a glimpse of the noble family of the Fire Nation, which did not disappoint him.

Hiruzaru Sarutobi, who was walking in front, dragged his clan members heartlessly. The two talked and laughed as they looked at the Uchiha clan, and suddenly ran to a small stand selling cotton candy.

"Humph!"

A cold snort of disdain came from Danzo's tightly closed lips. Unexpectedly, the thick eyebrows and big eyes also learned from Lu Sheng and bought things for girls.

He knew the girl who was holding Hizan's hand, Sarutobi Lake Biwa. The Shimura family and the Sarutobi family had been friends for generations, and he knew people of the same generation, male or female.

When passing the corner of the street, he vaguely saw a purple shadow flashing past.

Purple hair is too unique in the Uchiha clan with all black hair, and you don't need to think about it to know who it is.

"Why is Zhili there? Shouldn't she be preparing on the training ground now?" Danzo said hesitantly to the two holding the marshmallows in front of him.

"Look again at the sign hanging on the street corner shop." Ri Zhan, who had been looking around all the time, handed him the white cotton candy he bought in his hand and explained.

It's a dumpling shop.

After taking the Danzo that had been bitten off by the marshmallow, he nodded his head and looked around. It turned out that this is a food street.

"Where's Lu Sheng and Jing?"

"Danzo-kun, you were so distracted just now that you didn't see Jing-kun grabbing Lu Sheng-kun's hand and pulling him out of the dumpling shop angrily." After Lake Biwa and Hirizhan looked at each other and smiled, they sang together vividly Describe the scene at that time.

Danzo sighed speechlessly, looking at the crowd coming and going, and didn't know what to say, should he complain about Lu Sheng's running mirror, or Zhili chasing them with a dumpling box.

"Oh, mirror doesn't need to be so anxious."

Lu Sheng, whose right hand was tightly held, glanced at the corner of the girl's juice-smeared mouth, took out the paper with his remaining left hand and handed it over with great effort.

"It's not that I'm in a hurry, it's Hokage-sama and the patriarch who are also here."

Jing, who ran here from the training ground, explained with a slightly unsteady breath.

"That's right, the only one who can change Sensei's mind is Hokage."

Lu Sheng, who was being led to run, nodded his mirrored palm to indicate that he could let go, and the training ground was close at hand.

On the high platform in the training ground sat the clansmen who came to watch and the invited ninjas. Lu Sheng, who followed the mirror into the passageway of the arena, saw at a glance the Hashirama and the spot.

Relying on the visual enhancement effect brought by Sharingan, Lu Sheng, hiding in the shadows, counted the number of dark crowds on the high platform, and it was able to reach half of the crowd at the family meeting.

It seems that in an era when there is no special entertainment, such intense sports as ethnic competitions still attract people's attention.

Most of the ninjas who were invited to watch the battle were also young ninjas.

After all, in the era of war, all the families had experienced fighting because of entrustment. Although they are all in the same village now, it is inevitable that the enemy will be a little awkward to meet. It is a good way to let the younger generation who have not experienced the war come.

Seeing that all the people had arrived, Huo He suddenly got up from his chair, glanced at the round fan leaning on the empty seat beside him, and then looked at Madara hiding in the crowd calmly.

In the eyes of the crowd, he said loudly, thanking all the tribesmen and invited guests for their polite remarks, and announcing the next contestants to enter the arena.

"The number of participants is more than that of the school." Danzo, who was sitting quietly in the spectator seats, counted the number of people in the middle of the field and said softly.

Sarutobi Hiruzen carefully looked at Uchiha, who had shown up collectively and hid in the competition channel again, and said to the two standing in the center of the field: "It's about to start."

The Uchihas in the arena started a contest, displaying taijutsu and shuriken to their heart's content until one side was defeated.

"There is no escapism or illusion." Ri Zhan, who discovered something after several rounds of competition, said softly: "Is the first place selected through the group arena?"

Balu, who successfully defended the ring, waved his right hand in response to the cheers, and looked into the dim passageway with eyes full of fighting spirit.

Don't rush.

Lu Sheng, it's your turn after the competition in ethnology.

The competition system arranged them at the end, of course, this was the result of Huonuhe and Setsu deliberately manipulating the game.

Everyone in the passage knew it well, the reason for not complaining was very simple, it couldn't be beaten.

As the group arena progresses, every Uchiha who appears on the stage will arouse people's expectations. When it reaches the end, more intense battles will definitely bring them more exciting visual impact.

That's exactly what happened.

After Balu, who had successfully defended the ten rounds, was defeated by Naka, shouts erupted in the silent field in an instant.

Immediately after Na Ke, who was guarding the ring, was knocked down by the mirror, the fanatical sound reached its peak.

Now the Uchihas in the ethnology pin their hopes on Lei. Although he is usually weak and weak, he will not lose the chain at critical moments.

Lei with infinite expectations fell into the hands of the mirror.

No one would blame him, because they could all see that Jing Jing's strength in the competition was jaw-dropping, and it was nothing compared to Zu Xueshi.

In the passageway, Zhili smiled sweetly at the boy beside him, stroking the dagger at his waist, and walked towards the venue under the sunlight.

The purple-haired girl raised her hand to cover the dazzling sun, calmly facing the auditorium.

"Hey, I said the second uncle, I guess Xiaozhi can kill Jing with three moves." Chi Li, who was shaking his fan, said to the absent-minded old man beside him.

"Well, almost." The second uncle raised his sleepy eyelids and responded slowly.

Danzo glanced curiously, and Granny Uchiha, who was beside her with a familiar tone of conclusion, couldn't tell from their clothes that they looked like ninjas.

Turning his gaze to the center of the field, he secretly thought, how could Jing be killed in three moves? He had experienced his strength in the ninja school.

The sun is gradually rising from the sky, and the scorching sun will inevitably make people feel hot. Countless people are looking forward to the wonderful scene that will happen in front of them.

"one move."

Madara, whose long hair covered her right eye, whispered to Hashirama.

As he expected, there was a bang, and smoke and dust floated up from the ground. The dagger in Jiri's right hand was firmly pointed at the mirror's chin, and the purple hair blown by the wind fluttered wantonly like purple satin.

The palpitations of cold sweat slipping from the temples made Jing weakly perceive the place pointed by the tip of the knife, and his pores were terrified, as if he accidentally moved around in the next second, and he would be chopped off by the short knife with a cold light.

The piercing chill disappeared with the sound of the dagger being put into its sheath, and Jing, who had made the seal of reconciliation, was completely relieved, and walked towards the outside of the field with ease.

(End of this chapter)