I am the Holy Lord of Konoha

Perhaps because he knew where to find food, even the little sparrows arrived early today and flew to Yakumo's window sill early. Little by little, they pecked some millet grains that the girl had prepared in advance.

In the neat cabin, the girl was making final preparations and put on clean training clothes. Since returning from the cave, she felt that her body was getting better, like a diseased tree rejuvenating, exuding new vitality and able to She felt the chakra flowing more smoothly in her body, but she was still a little nervous.

No one can avoid the tension of the competition. Once on the stage, everything is uncontrollable. Without absolute strength, no one can guarantee whether the boat will capsize. Even the Holy Lord himself feels that I was a little nervous and my heart was pounding.

I was praying for Yakumo in my heart that there wouldn't be any problems in the game.

"Bang bang." At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Yakumo, it's time to go."

It turned out that Kurama Lin came to remind her.

"Mother, you go first, and I'll be here soon."

When the person outside the door heard the response, he seemed to want to say something, but then he went downstairs silently.

"call."

"Yakumo, try one last time."

"Okay, teacher."

The Holy Master tried it yesterday. The Black Shadow Ninja can appear as a psychic. So he and Yakumo practiced the psychic technique for a whole day yesterday. The success rate was pretty good. Basically, he could succeed once every two or three times, but it was also very risky. Ah, had to try again.

As long as the black shadow ninja appears, defeating the Eight Tigers must be chopping up melons and vegetables. Anyway, the successful channeling belongs to Yakumo's strength, and it is not a violation.

Although Yakumo was not prepared, as the day progressed, the entire Kurama family was detonated by the news.

It's like a pile of firewood that has been burning for a long time, and a powder keg that ignites when it touches a little.

The square of the Kurama Clan was already overcrowded, with all the clansmen gathering to watch the excitement. There were also many vendors taking the opportunity to set up stalls and selling various things, making it extremely lively. The Holy Lord also flew out to stroll around.

In the Kurama Clan, which can be visited in ten minutes, and where a news spreads within ten minutes, the excitement today is enough for them to talk for three days and three nights.

The clan leader's daughter wants to compete with the Kurama Eight Tigers, the son of the Jonin Kurama Congfei.

Moreover, the clan leader's daughter had never attended a ninja school, while Kurama Hachiko was a genin who had just graduated from a ninja school.

How could no one come to watch such a big gossip event?

Many outsiders even crowded in to watch.

Who do you think has a higher winning rate today? asked a young man who had never practiced.

"I think it should be Bahu, after all, he is already a genin."

"Yes, yes. It should be the Eight Tigers." Several people echoed.

Someone replied: "That's not necessarily the case. Since the eldest lady chooses to challenge, she must be prepared. Don't think too simply."

"No matter how powerful he is, what can a child who has never even gone to school do?" a middle-aged man said dismissively.

"That's right, I'm Bahu's neighbor. It's hard for him to exercise every day. I believe in him."

While they were talking, someone interrupted them.

"Get out, get out."

"Don't block the way, the patriarch is coming."

Several guards separated the crowd and formed a passage. The patriarch and his wife passed through the crowd and arrived at the training ground stand in the center of the square, where several elders were already sitting.

Inside the venue, a young man in black shirt sat quietly in the center. He had a tachi on his waist. He had fresh short hair and a strong body. He really had the legs of a male pig.

"Clan leader, where is the eldest lady?" asked an elder.

"Elder Zhihong, Yakumo, are preparing and will be there immediately." After saying this, the patriarch and his wife also sat down and waited.

Several elders nodded.

a quarter of an hour later

"Brother, have you thought about some things? I didn't expect you to give up so quickly. It's not like you." Kurama Yunkai next to him turned his head to look at him and said lightly.

"Maybe." Anma Congyun looked at his younger brother's arrogant expression. After thinking for a long time, he replied: "Maybe the Anma family can no longer rely on illusions to maintain the status quo. You have always thought that it was me as the clan leader that led to the decline of the family. Today I will See how your choices go.”

He smiled helplessly, "No matter how hard I try, I can't change the problem of Yakumo's physical inability to practice."

"Brother, in this case, I will not be polite today. When the day comes when Bahu becomes the clan leader, I will not treat Yakumo badly. She will not be short of any medicine she needs for her body." Kurama Unkai looked at his brother. With a somewhat depressed expression, he assured directly.

After that, he walked to the center of the training ground and said to the young man: "Yahu, the only thing you need to pay attention to in this battle is to cut through the mess with a sharp knife. You must not let Yakumo's illusion succeed. Your uncle and I have already agreed that this time After the war, as long as you reach the level of jounin within a few years, you will definitely be the clan leader."

"Father, there is no possibility of losing this battle. I will end this illusion battle between father and uncle and let all of them know that since there is no pure blood in blood stain illusion, we must take this new path. Okay." The young man in black raised his head and glanced at Kurama Yunhai, and promised firmly.

"Okay, if you have this heart, my father will be satisfied. I will wait for your good news in the audience." After that, the young man nodded to Kurama Unkai, watched him return to the stand, and whispered secretly: "Yakumo, I I don’t want you to be my stepping stone, but today, I have to do this.”

Seeing Yunhai coming back, Cong Yun looked at the rioting crowd and felt a little irritable. Is it really the time for the Kurama family to give up their ancestral illusions and learn ninjutsu?

Maybe there is no way to save whoever should be appointed as the clan leader. There are fewer and fewer bloodstained people with pure bloodstains in the clan. In Yakumo's generation, there are no pure bloodstained people in the middle two or three generations. But my daughter has been growing up since she was a child. He was frail and sick, and often needed tonic medicines to nourish him. Could it be God's will? He felt a chill in his heart.

At this time, a girl walked slowly from a distance. Yakumo, who had never experienced such an occasion before, walked a little tiptoe. She was as shy as a little hamster. Her eyes scanned the crowd, and then her face turned red like a red apple. , she had never appeared in front of so many people, and she felt a little timid.

"Is this the eldest lady?"

"He still looks like a child."

"Yeah, it doesn't feel good."

"Will he be punched away by the Eight Tigers?"

Seeing Yakumo walking over, everyone started talking, and Yakumo's little head bowed even lower.

"Yakumo, hold your chest up and your head high, and walk with your head held high. How can you get out of my Panryudong style?" the Holy Master flew back to her body and joked.

Yakumo replied in his heart: "Teacher, I really just want to walk over quickly, I feel like I almost ran away."

"How can it be done? You have to hold on tight. There will be a bigger occasion later."

"Ah, and also, being a ninja is so complicated."

"That's not true, especially the Hokage. There are thousands of people and tens of thousands of people down there. How can it go wrong?"

"Then I'd better be an ordinary ninja and not the Hokage."

"How can that be possible? I'm still thinking of finding a way to train you into the sixth generation."

"Teacher, this is not true. How can I be a good Hokage?"

"Why can't you? And that yellow-haired boy, isn't he going to be the Hokage's man? Then leave the Fifth Generation to him."

"Teacher, I can't even understand what you are talking about."

Fortunately, no one heard the psychological conversation between Yakumo and the Lord, otherwise the biggest news in the ninja world would have happened again. However, after the Lord's prank, Yakumo was not nervous anymore.

An old man stood up and said to her, "Yakumo, since we're here, let's enter."

He is today's referee, Kurama Shihiro.

"Yakumo, you should have seen it today. As the purest bloodstain of the Kurama family, I hope you can live up to the expectations of your elders." Kurama Congyun said seriously.

As the head of the family, he was presiding over this competition today, and he felt very uncomfortable. On the one hand, he hoped that Yakumo would give up and not go to the graduating class, and on the other hand, he was paving the way for the Eight Tigers, so he was heartbroken and couldn't bear it.

However, as the clan leader, his daughter cannot practice. This has given many people the idea that instead of being stared at by those people, it is better to follow the wish of his younger brother Yunhai and help the Eight Tigers, hoping that he will retire from the position of clan leader in the future. Come down, there is no way Bahu would bully her sister.

Maybe the age of young people is really coming. Some things he has been insisting on finally give up and choose to give in and let go.

"Yakumo, don't put too much pressure on, believe in yourself." Kurama Lin on the side looked at Cong Yun's gloomy expression and gave her an encouraging look.

Yakumo nodded to her parents. Today she was carrying the expectations of her parents and teachers. She must not lose. She tried her best to shout louder than ever before: "I will win, father, mother."

After saying that, he walked towards the center of the training ground with an energy he had never experienced before.