Naruto's graceful style

Kazuma, who gave up his struggle, was quickly subdued, tied up, and thrown into the back room.

When they saw the scene inside the room, the members of the Moderate Faction couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"This"

I saw a few twisted figures on the ground looking at them blankly.

Eyes wide open.

If you look closely at their faces, you will see that they are all members of the radical faction.

In addition to the Japanese horses in their hands, not a single member of the radical faction was left behind, all tied up here.

completely annihilated

"Boss"

The five radical members were stunned and looked at the white-haired man who was captured in disbelief.

Kazuma, on the other hand, lowered his head with a defeated look on his face, as if he had no face to face the gazes of his own gang members.

The fight with Yuta just now made him clearly understand the gap between the two.

That's a completely insurmountable mountain

I actually wanted to catch his attention, but now that I think about it, it was like picking an egg against a stone and overestimating one's ability.

It was precisely because of his misestimation of Yuta's strength that he directly caused the current result.

The members of the moderate faction also looked at each other, and they all saw the meaning in each other's eyes. These guys are actually here today.

outside the house.

Yuta and Asuma found a quiet corner to talk.

"So, am I just unlucky and being targeted by them?"

Yuta raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard what Asuma said about the differences and conditions of the Twelve Guardian Ninja.

Radical?

It seems that those guys probably regard him as a soft persimmon who can be kneaded at will.

"Probably so."

Asuma took a puff of cigarette and nodded.

"However, you are quite brave to actually want to ban the Hokage."

Thinking of the ideas of the radicals, Yuta couldn't help but sneer at the corners of his mouth.

It's not that he looks down on people, it's just that those guys are really out of place.

It was these guys who actually paid attention to him. Unfortunately, they chose the wrong target and made the wrong calculation.

"Who says it's not the case? However, they are crazy people and no matter how hard they try to persuade them, it will be of no use."

Asuma said helplessly.

"Have you thought about dealing with it directly?"

Yuta suddenly said this.

Asuma was stunned when he heard this and fell into silence.

Although there has always been internal strife between the radicals and the moderates, they have never thought of truly getting rid of each other.

After all, they are a complete organization after all.

But Yuta's words forced Asuma to seriously consider how long the status quo between the two factions could be maintained. If it was broken, what would be the result?

With the way those radicals are doing, I'm afraid there will really be a day when you and I will fight to the death.

Glancing at his friend, Yuta saw the hesitation in his heart. He didn't necessarily want an answer, he just wanted to make a suggestion.

Yuta didn't know much about the fight between the guardian ninja.

In his memory, this organization would eventually disband. As for how many people would survive in the end, he didn't know.

"Forget it, you still have to handle your own affairs. But what about tonight? I broke into a house at night. I have to give an explanation."

Yuta said half-jokingly.

"give it to me."

Asma stamped out the cigarette butt at her feet and said, "I will take care of it."

Yuta nodded and asked, "What about when do you plan to return to Konoha?"

Asuma's face suddenly turned bitter, and he sighed, "I don't know about this. Even if I want to go back, I have to finish the things here."

As he said that, he looked back at the room.

"Yes, you are not alone now, you are accompanied by several younger brothers."

Yuta also looked over and found that the members of the Moderate Faction were secretly sizing them up. When he saw the two people turning their heads, he immediately looked away.

"Okay then. The advisory group will probably stay here for a few days. We'll talk about it later if we have anything else to do."

"kindness."

The two of them turned and walked back to the room, while Asma took a group of his boys and took away all the members of the radical faction.

"By the way, Yuta, I haven't congratulated you on becoming the Hokage advisor." Before leaving, Asuma suddenly said this.

"Then should I congratulate you on becoming the leader of the conservative faction? Now get out of here."

Yuta laughed and cursed, and waited until Asuma and his party walked away before closing the window and lying down on the tatami again.

However, after all this torment, Yuta lost his sleepiness at all.

I don't know how long it took before I slowly fell asleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

Yuta was still having breakfast in the room, and the third generation old man came over to visit.

The first thing I said when I walked in was, "There was a lot of noise last night."

Yuta raised his head and glanced at the old man. He was not surprised. "Yes, I didn't bother you to rest, right?"

"Hey."

The third generation old man was happy when he heard this, pointed at Yuta, and finally asked, "What happened in the end?"

"Of course they were taken away."

Yuta continued to use his chopsticks to fill his stomach.

You don't need to think about what happened last night. You can't hide it from the rest of the advisory group.

To put it bluntly, even if the radicals initially acted in secret, avoiding other people. But later on, the two sides were already fighting, and no matter how small the movement was, it would definitely attract the attention of those shrewd old men and women.

But what's unusual is that until the matter is resolved, there is no sound from other rooms, as if they are really asleep and don't know what happened.

This is worth pondering

Yuta thought they could keep pretending, but early in the morning, the third generation old man couldn't help but come over to ask.

"Asuma is here too."

Yuta thought of something and added something.

The third-generation old man's face remained as usual, as if he had known it for a long time.

"He has also become the leader of the moderate faction. Do the moderate faction know that there is also a radical faction? They were the ones responsible for what happened last night."

Yuta told him bit by bit the news he had heard. To his slight surprise, the old man didn't seem surprised and seemed to know something about the inside story.

But it's right to think about it. After all, the old man and Asuma have a father-son relationship, so it's impossible not to pay attention to them at all.

After thinking about this, Yuta doesn't have to worry anymore.

Since the third generation old man knew this but did not take any action, then presumably he did not take the radicals seriously.

Just thinking about his dream being disturbed last night made Yuta feel a little unhappy.

If it weren't for the skin of a protective ninja,

Yuta might get rid of them.

In the next two days, the radicals did not appear again, either openly or secretly.

The daimyo didn't seem to know about this, and no one else in the Konoha advisory group asked about what happened that night except the third generation old man.

It's like it never happened.