The New Uzumaki Legend of Naruto

As we go north, the weather becomes colder and colder. Before, the trees were green and shaded. The dense forest is now thick and covered with white snow. The branches are bent by the weight of the snow, and the branches hang low to the ground.

A piece of pure, white earth, the main color.

In less than an hour, there were three people, and a city covered with snow appeared in their field of vision.

There is a stand-alone building in the city about thirty meters high. It is a stone castle. There are multiple white-armored warriors standing at the lookout and at the gate with swords.

There is also a circle on the outside made of bright black stones. The stone wall gives people a rather strict and cold feeling.

The surrounding low, wooden houses are scattered throughout the city along the stone castle. Although it was noon at this time, the sky was quite gray and most of the houses were already lit up with orange lights.

"The General's Mansion is there. This is the Kingdom of Iron. There is no daimyo. The general has always commanded the entire country."

Uesugi Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the front, and Shibao explained to Menma and the others.

Unlike those who were looking around, the two of them were Uesugi Yuan, whose eyes had been fixed on the stone castle, and the complex color disappeared in a flash.

He grew up there but wanted to escape from there every moment.

A moment later, three people landed in the open space in front of the general's mansion. When his face was numb and he was stroking his forehead and his hair was broken, it was him. When his left ear was moving slightly, it was him.

"Crack~Crack~"

From a little further away, there was a sound of many people walking quickly in the snow, and the sound was mixed with the slight sound of iron objects hitting each other.

About five minutes later, a samurai with a bandage on his head and a somewhat old face appeared among the three of them. He was in the field of vision. Behind him was a team of more than ten people, wearing double swords at their waists, and white-armored samurai.

Menma looked at the leader with great interest. He was an old samurai wearing green armor, and his appearance was consistent with the original work.

Menma raised his chin slightly to confirm, and asked Uesugigen

"Isn't that Admiral Mifune of the Iron Kingdom?"

Uesugi Gen looked forward with evasive eyes. Mifune quickly puffed up his chest when he heard Menma's question.

Soon Mifune and his party came to the three of them. He looked at Menma and Izumi, dressed up, took a deep breath and shouted

"salute!"

As he spoke, he took the lead in performing a standard samurai salute towards Uma Izumi.

"Wow!"

Behind Mifune, the white-armored warriors stood in a row. They saluted the two of them uniformly. For a moment, their armors rubbed against each other, and the sound was actually very pleasant.

After the ceremony, Mifune spoke solemnly.

"I don't know what the purpose of the Whirlpool Country Yao Organization is, what do you two adults do here?"

Because Menma and the three of them were traveling too fast, Mifune had not yet received the news from the forward checkpoint.

Not long ago, I heard that the samurai on duty at the observation deck reported that it was Mifune. Only then did he learn that Gen Uesugi was leading two members of the Yao organization towards the capital.

For Uesugi Gen, whom he had brought up since childhood, Mifune still had great trust in him. He asked questions with a hint of friendliness in his tone.

"There are two things here. One is to get a weapon for me, Swordsman Izumi, and the other is to invite the Kingdom of Iron to join the Kingdom of Whirlpool and the Ninja World Council."

Menma replied with a smile on his face. Naturally, he would not talk the same way when facing Mifune as he did when facing Gen Uesugi.

"This"

After hearing Menma and the second incident, Mifune looked a little hesitant.

Under the crazy publicity at Fog City Pictures, he had heard about the Ninja Council and the Daimyo, and was a little envious of the beautiful current situation of the Snow and Ghost countries.

However, the Iron Kingdom has always been known as neutral, so he does not want to join the disputes between big countries so quickly.

Mifune was silent for a moment, with wrinkles squeezed together at the corners of his eyes, he said with a smile.

"If the adults only ask for weapons, then it won't be a problem. Then why not wait for the adults to get their hands on them? We will discuss the weapons later."

Mifune said politely while carefully observing Menma's expression.

Seeing that the other party did not show any displeasure, he turned his gaze to the black-haired woman behind Menma.

"I wonder if this master swordsman has a favorite goal?"

Menma didn't care about Mifune, the delay was something he also expected.

"General, you should have heard of the Sudden Sword. We are here for this sword."

"this sword"

Mifune originally wanted to reveal what was unusual about this sword, but when he saw the two of them together, Uesugi Gen also understood the same thing. He should have said it before, so Mifune changed his words.

"I also ask the two adults to let me watch while they take the swords, so that I can see the elegance of the sudden swords."

Mifune, he didn't show it in his heart. He was so free and easy. If he succeeded in taking the sword, he was determined to give it to him. It was a tragic failure.

He must also try his best to protect the person who takes the sword from the Kingdom of Whirlpool. People can't have trouble in the Kingdom of Iron!

"In this land of iron, treasures are what they should be."

At this time, after a long period of accumulation, light snow finally started to fall in the gray-black sky. Menma stretched out his palm and caught a few crystal snowflakes with his palm facing upward.

"General, what do you think the current situation of the ninja world is?"

Mifune suddenly felt that his throat was tight and his heartbeat was a little faster. He was silent for a moment before speaking

"The strongest members of the Whirlpool Kingdom in the world are the members of the Wenyao Organization. Their average age is only twenty, and they look like young people in the future."

Mifune laughed a few times as he spoke, but when he saw Ma, he looked cold, and his expression showed that he thought for a while and then added

"Big countries are constantly fighting for their own interests, and small countries are struggling to survive in the cracks."

"What about the Iron Kingdom?"

Mifune, his expression relaxed a lot and he answered with some confidence.

"No small country can rival a country of iron."

Originally scattered in all directions, the snowflakes were invisible and the suction force numbed the face. They condensed into four snowballs in the hand, three small and one large.

"In my eyes, a big country is like these snowballs. And a small country, whether it is the Kingdom of Iron, the Kingdom of Snow, or the Kingdom of Rain, is as small as these snowflakes in the sky."

"My lord said,"

"Think carefully about seeing that magical sword first!"

Mifune dismissed his men, and the white-armored samurai led Menma and Izumi alone to the city and to the west.

Before leaving, he motioned with his eyes to follow him. However, Uesugi Yuan saw the lingering look in his eyes, and he sighed and acquiesced to his presence.

The four of them were the strongest men in the world, and they were marching at an extraordinary speed. They were not affected by the wind and snow at all. In less than a quarter of an hour, the four of them stood in front of a ruined temple in the west of the city.

The temple has been completely covered by wind and snow in front of the door. The snow has accumulated thickly, and the first layer is pure white.

"puff!"

It happened that a ball of snow fell from the eaves and hit waist-deep, making a not-so-clear sound in the snow.

Mifune looked at the sight of no one paying attention and sighed.

"There used to be a monk named Shi Chen who lived here, and his Sudden Sword lived in the monk's residence. The first owner was me and Yuan, and neither my father nor his rival was his rival.

"Thirty years ago, Senior Shichen decided to accept a disciple to pass on the mantle. At that time, there were many visitors in this temple, and all the samurai wanted to get him and teach him the swordsmanship personally. But it's a pity."