[Comprehensive master Naruto] The daimyo of the country of fire is in a panic

The cold wind was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. Under the sound of the wind, there was a sound of fabric friction that was so small that it was almost inaudible.

Hashirama opened his eyes and listened carefully for a while.The friction sound became louder and louder, and there were also muffled sounds of limbs hitting the ground.

Next to it is the daimyo's tent, so it's necessary to check it out.Hashirama glanced at the sleeping Tobirama and picked up his coat.He smelled the smell of rancid wine from the celebration party, and threw it back to the ground in disgust.

The cold moonlight illuminated a small crack in the door of the daimyo camp.The kunai slipped from the sleeve to the palm of his hand, Hashirama held it tightly and opened the door curtain.

He saw that the daimyo was struggling in an extremely painful posture. She grasped her hands like chicken claws and waved them randomly in the air. Her legs were entangled with the quilt. Sometimes her body twitched and arched, and sometimes she slammed against the bed.The most terrifying thing was that the sound she made sounded like it came from a dying consumptive patient, full of tearing noises, like sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"Hoho - cough -" Something seemed to be stuck in her throat.

Hashirama didn't have time to think too much, he quickly sat on her to stop her from hitting him again, held down her flailing hands, and patted her face a little harder: "Your Highness! Your Highness, wake up!"

In the darkness, the Daimyo suddenly opened his eyes.She even forgot to breathe for a moment, then gasped and coughed violently.

Hashirama sighed, helped her up and patted her back gently.After going to the battlefield for the first time seven years ago, he also spent a night full of nightmares like this.

The cold wind penetrated through the door curtain, and Hashirama immediately nailed a kunai, leaving only the faint light of the burnt charcoal in the fire pit in the room.

"Good evening, cough, Hashirama." The daimyo wrapped herself in a quilt, stretched out her head and panted hard, as if to compensate for her lungs with fresh air.

Hashirama smelled a trace of blood: "Your wound seems to have split open."

"Ah, yes, can I trouble you?" The daimyo stretched out his right arm.She was very thickly dressed and covered with fur, which was in stark contrast to Hashirama who was only wearing single clothes.

Vibrant emerald light illuminated their faces.Hashirama saw the daimyo's frown gradually unfurling, his lips slightly opened and his tense jaw relaxed, and he slowly returned to his usual calm demeanor of having everything under control.

She was burdened with such a big secret, so many responsibilities, and her own strength was not strong. How could she be so calm?Hashirama thought.He has never seen a child of the same age who is as complicated and difficult to understand as her, weak yet powerful, afraid of death but always disregarding life and death.

The daimyo noticed Hashirama's gaze and looked up. "Why did you come out wearing so little?" She naturally pulled him to sit down and covered their legs with a quilt. "Aren't your bare feet cold?"

And, in the same bed with a girl!Even covered with the same quilt!

Hashirama trembled all over, and the healing light disappeared immediately. He retracted his hand uneasily and quietly moved to the edge of the bed.The fur was actually much warmer than his coat, and the faint scent of incense from the daimyo's body still lingered on it, making people unconsciously crave this hard-won warmth.

I will stay a little longer to keep her company, and I will leave soon, Hashirama convinced himself.The atmosphere is too tense, what should I say?

"Yesterday, the battle yesterday was great." Hashirama regretted it as soon as he said it.

The daimyo laughed softly, bent his knees and raised his arms, put his chin in his hands, and tilted his head.

Ah...it's kind of cute...give me Senju Hashirama!

At the critical moment, the daimyo spoke up to destroy all illusions: "Are we going to do a tactical review? You don't know the full extent of my plan, do you?"

Hashirama knew her good intentions. Such military secrets were an important experience passed down from generation to generation by the samurai group. In particular, the Muto family had always been famous for their tactics since Ashigami raised their troops. Otherwise, they would not be able to unify a country and resist powerful enemies from all directions.

The famous name said: ""Sun Bin's Art of War" says, 'If the weather, the right location, and the harmony of the people are not the same, even if you win, there will be disaster.' It is intended to emphasize the importance of the three points of natural climate conditions, geographical environment, and people's support. sex. In addition, the choice of fighter aircraft and the degree of preparation before war most of the time determine the success or failure of the war."

Hashirama thought about it: "For example, we can't let the two Uchiha and Senju water ninjas who don't have their own soldiers go to the desert of the Land of Wind to fight in the dry season."

The daimyo nodded energetically: "That's right. So first of all, we filled everyone's stomachs with enough food and grass to give everyone the strength to fight. At the same time, we reminded them that if the battle failed, the Kingdom of Winds would snatch away what they had not covered. Hot food; secondly, the Fire Temple mercenaries have rich combat experience, so they are placed in the front row of the formation to increase morale, and Tsuda's 'three-stage attack' tactic is suitable for dealing with cavalry."

There was a trace of abnormal excitement in her tone: "Again, we chose a gentle slope with soft soil to reduce the momentum of the cavalry. There are woods on both sides of this gentle slope, so the enemy cannot effectively use cavalry tactics. Originally, we could have stopped the deer before We dug trenches and buried traps, but that would destroy the snow and make the enemy suspicious, so we could only ask the front row gunners and archers to evacuate as soon as possible; in the end, the enemy came from the west and I was from the east, and the snow stopped just before the battle, just in time to interfere with the sunrise. The enemy's sight, the enemy's contempt for us, and the success of our ambush - these are rare things that can only be said to be that our army's military fortune is prosperous."

Hashirama wrote them down one by one, thought about them carefully based on his own combat experience, and felt that he benefited a lot.

It wasn't until the firewood crackled that he realized that he had been thinking for too long and that the daimyo had been silent for too long.He listened carefully and heard intermittent, extremely suppressed sobs.

"What's wrong?" Hashirama was panicking. He had always been helpless about other people's crying, even though he couldn't control his own tears either.

"It's okay." Daimyo said dullly.

Hashirama scratched his head and smiled silently.Why are the people around me so brave? Madara is the same, Tobirama is the same, the Daimyo is the same.

"Were you like me after you first went to the battlefield?" She sniffed and asked.

"I'm much more embarrassed than you!" Hashirama gestured exaggeratedly, "I ran away in the middle of the night and almost demolished my house! You should really see my dad's dark face at that time, his hair was as fried as Madara Get up! It’s scarier than a nightmare!”

The two imagined the Thousand-Armed Buddha Room without Hei Changzhi, and laughed together.

"Thank you for all your hard work, Hashirama." The daimyo patted the back of his hand gently.

Hashirama was stunned.At that moment, a memory emerged from the deep sea uncontrollably in my mind, causing the waves to scatter like lotus flowers.In the middle of the lotus is the figure that has been almost forgotten.

He fell into the past, his tone full of nostalgia: "Actually, it was my mother... She was still there when I was six years old... My brothers are also still there..."

The gentle woman put down the crying baby, rushed into the collapsed house, and pulled the child struggling in the nightmare into a warm embrace.

"'The dead people came to me for revenge. They blamed me for taking their lives,' I told my mother." Hashirama seemed to be talking in his sleep.

"My mother said, 'They are not here to take revenge from you, they are telling you how deep their love for this world is, so deep that they are reluctant to leave.'

"'Then they really don't blame me for taking their lives?', I asked.

"'You didn't mean to do that. The world deserves love from all of us, but it also has flaws that drive us to kill each other.'

"'So you have to work hard to correct these shortcomings and make this world a more lovely world, so that fewer and fewer people are forced to die. This is also everyone's wish.'"

The lotus flower disappeared, and Hashirama clenched his fist in vain, feeling lost.

"She is a great person," the daimyo opened his fist little by little, "she taught you the greatest 'love' in the world."

"Yes."

"We're both lucky and I have a relative who mentors me."

"Who is it?" Among the only four people left in the Muto family...

"My grandmother is the old lady you have met," the daimyo seemed to be holding something back. "A few months after I was born, she took me and... my third brother away from the bustling hometown of my hometown and returned home. to the countryside."

It was the first time Hashirama heard the daimyo mention her past.Yes, she was not born this precocious.

"We need to grow our own food. Growing rice fields is hard and dirty, and you have to step on the mud under the sun. But in the end, none of the rice grown goes to the farmers. It can only be paid as taxes and land rent, and the rest is difficult. Chewing corn hurts your stomach.

"I was pampered and my grandmother hardly let me go to the fields. The other children were envious of me because they had a large family and everyone was so hungry that they had to find ways to support themselves.

"Before I came to Saga, the little girls my age had already married. Except for one of the remaining playmates who died of fever and one who was gored by a mountain whale, the rest went to the other side of the mountain to breed for a samurai. land.

"It's just me, still hiding in my grandmother's arms, waiting for her to hunt whales back to the mountains and catch fish for me to eat. Except that my brother was forced to go to the monastery, which made me sad for a while, I don't have any worries in my life. And Compared with my peers, I am simply the luckiest kid in the world."

At this point, the daimyo stopped and took a deep breath.

"But when I sit in this position, I can't help but think back to the faces of my fellow farmers in the past. My current luck is based on the misfortunes of more people.

"The existence of 'Daimyo' is one of the shortcomings of this world! I have become a villain who forces people to die, I have become a profiteer who buys food at a low price, and I have become the culprit of broken families... …

“I became the person I least wanted to be.”

The two of them had already put the animal skins on their backs before they knew it, and were leaning side by side.Hashirama could feel the people around him trembling. He hesitated and held her hand.

"I want to change too, Hashirama! But why am I so weak! Why is it so difficult...

"I regard the war as a stepping stone to prove my strength... I should be ashamed! 230 six people died because of this! More than [-] people were injured... If I could be stronger...

"Maybe grandma is right. I can't bear the responsibility of a country... I blamed her before... but it was she who helped me hire mercenaries..."

The daimyo buried his head.She made no sound at all when she cried, and the shaking of her shoulders was kept to a minimum.

She still suppressed herself even when she was at her most emotional breakdown.

"Stop looking down on others!" Hashirama suddenly raised his voice.

The daimyo raised his head, not forgetting to wipe away the tears on his face, and looked at him in confusion.

"Our army, the Fire Nation, and this world are not your responsibility alone!" Hashirama said resolutely, "I must be a part of the big things that change the world! I can fight more than you, okay? "

"Well, you are quite good at fighting." The daimyo didn't know what he thought of, and burst into laughter.

"Besides, you've done a great job, haven't you? My relationship with Madara, Senju, and Uchiha has improved because of you. You also contributed to solving the crisis in the Western Region of Fire Country and used super new tactics. , you still care about so many long-term issues..." Hashirama tried his best to think of ways to praise her, "Who can do these things for you?"

The daimyo was so praised that he became restless and shrank his head like a quail.

Hashirama got up and came to her: "And you also have Tobirama, Madara and Izuna. We can all help you. We are friends!"

"Okay, don't think so much - now, I'll lend you Vimana to touch. Didn't you say, 'People will feel happy when they have big cats to masturbate'? Come on, be happy!" Hashirama said The little lion who was sleeping soundly in the psychic space was pulled out and spread out on the big name's lap.

"Well, actually Tobirama and I only said three words in total..." The daimyo hugged Vimana and couldn't laugh or cry.

"Big brother wants to help you, so I will help you too."

Hashirama looked up and saw Tobirama standing at the door holding a fire fold.

"Then, thank you. Thank you." The daimyo stood up and said solemnly.

"What's there to be thankful for?"

"You just need to accept it at this time, otherwise His Highness will keep thanking you, stupid brother."

"What are you doing here, stupid brother?"

"Let's find out why you came to His Highness at night," Tobirama stared at the bed, "and why you slept with His Highness in the same bed."

Hashirama rushed forward and covered his brother's mouth: "What are you talking about?"

The daimyo laughed and enjoyed the fight between the brothers for a while, then took out a letter from his pillow and handed it over: "By the way, this is the information I compiled about the current affairs of Keyakihara, Wuyu and the Kingdom of Thunder."

Tobirama narrowed his eyes, and Hashirama reacted: "Are you going to hand it over to Madara?"

"Yes, it can only be given to Izuna or Madara. It cannot be intercepted by the pro-Thunder Nation faction in Uchiha." The daimyo lowered his head and confirmed the seal.

Suddenly, Tobirama strode forward, grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her close.

"Tobirama?" Hashirama was startled.

The daimyo's eyes regained the insight into people's hearts: "Did you find anything, Tobirama?"

Tobirama raised the fire folding piece, and the heat was close to the daimyo's thin neck.When he saw the circle of bruises above the kimono collar, Hashirama frowned: "Like the traces left by the belt?"

"No, look at this edge, it should be a metal ring - no, it's not metal, it's something less stable than metal." Tobirama subconsciously stretched out his fingers to press the scar, watching the pressed part slowly change color.

"Can I know what happened?" The daimyo stiffly maintained his posture of delivering the letter.

The Senju brothers looked at each other, and Tobirama said: "There is a strangulation mark about one finger wide above your Adam's apple. It is initially judged that the murder weapon is some kind of solid ring with strong toughness..."

Hashirama interrupted directly: "Someone wanted to strangle you. You were still struggling when I came."

The daimyo looked pale: "I thought I was having a nightmare."

Hashirama replied seriously: "I thought you were having a nightmare, too."

Tobirama frowned, and continued to speak faster and faster: "Brother came directly to your tent when he woke up. My tent was at the door. Neither of us felt that anyone had walked out of this tent."

Before he finished speaking, the fire was extinguished silently, and several ninjutsu were activated one after another.The daimyo was pulled between the two brothers and quickly deduced their unfinished intentions.

"The murderer is still here."