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

In late December of the 25th year of Astronomy, there were only two types of people in the wine shop in the castle town of Sagayama Castle: those who talked about the War of Wind and Fire with great joy, and those who listened with open ears.Artists who perform rakugo have encountered a cold winter in the industry. The audience wants to know some interesting things that happened during the war, and no one pays attention to the filial piety of ordinary people in the market.

On the tatami in the corner of the room, a middle-aged man with a mustache was leaning against the wall. Surrounded by everyone, he slapped his knees and spit, "Speaking of which, Hamasaka Motochin's army of one hundred thousand marched through the Land of Rain. Both virgin men and women were forced to work for them, and all the food was taken away, leaving no grass behind..."

"How hateful!" Everyone gritted their teeth and felt sad.

"...The Kingdom of Wind is so ambitious that it has caught up with our Muto army! I saw a man flash out of the formation, a red helmet and a white horse, holding a gun and killing Hamasaka Motochichi..."

"Who is it?" everyone asked hurriedly.

The narrator pointed towards the mountain: "It is our Highness!"

"As expected of Duke Zhangxiong!" As a powerful enemy invaded, everyone couldn't help but think of the great name of the previous generation.

The narrator gushed: "...there was another thunderclap, and a rain of arrows was shot out, killing the cavalry so hard that they were thrown back on their backs!"

"Okay!" Everyone yelled and dispersed back to the tables with satisfaction. After a while, they couldn't help but talk about the snowfield battle.

The narrator happily accepted the bad wine ordered for him by the audience and couldn't wait to drink it.

When he put down the wine glass, a handsome young man with fried hair stood at his table and asked in a low voice: "How much do you know about the War of Wind and Fire?"

The narrator took out a blood-stained scroll from his arms: "I, Heita, was in the army at that time! How much do you think I know?"

"Please tell me," the boy laid the knife across the table, and the smaller child behind him threw a bunch of copper coins.

Pingtai stared at the dark black sword, and his heart began to tremble: "How much do you want to hear?"

The young man was a little impatient: "You can tell me as much as you know."

Heita slowly put the bowl away and looked around secretly. He hated himself for choosing such a hidden location. These two people had blocked the only way out.

"Duo——" The child smiled slightly and inserted an iron caltrop radiating cold light on the table.

"If you want to know about the Battle of Snowfield, please come with me." Before Pingtai shrank under the Kang table, a gentle voice sounded like the sound of nature.

Madara and Izuna turned around, and saw a young samurai wearing a bamboo-green haori sitting beside the tatami, nodding to them: "This person has never participated in a battle. You asked the wrong person."

Madara frowned and said, "Why do you say that?"

The young samurai stood up and walked out: "First, the daimyo rode a black horse instead of a white horse. Second, the Muto family was fighting an ambush, and the Kingdom of Wind was just chasing the scouts. Third, the daimyo did not ride alone. Finally, and finally The important thing is, he doesn’t know that weapon——”

Madara and Izuna followed him, waiting to hear his next words, but he stopped and looked at them with raised eyebrows: "——This weapon is a military secret. Don't you two tell me your names first?"

"My name is Madara, and he is my brother Izumi." Madara was careful not to reveal his last name.

The samurai's brows raised higher: "Uchiha?"

Quan Na pulled out the sword silently, and Madara also made a hand seal gesture: "Who are you?"

"His Majesty Tenkai Jinji," the samurai turned a blind eye to the light of the sword and continued to move forward, "Since you two appear here, the Uchiha must have rejected the Land of Thunder. Okay, okay, there is no need to fight in the north!"

Madara was shocked and held his wrist: "Speak clearly!"

The young samurai stood casually, his eyes as soft and tolerant as water enveloped Madara, but what he said surprised him: "Your conversation, speed of movement, weapons, age, and the position of the calluses on your hands prove your ninja origins; your clothes The way you dress proves that you come from a colder place, mostly from the northern mountainous area; you must learn more about the war at all costs and threats, which means that you did not participate in the war, but the outcome of the war is very important to you now. I heard that Sakahara's troops arrived at Wuyu Castle two days ago. Wuyu City Oshima Ryūzai immediately opened the city to welcome him personally, and he showed his feelings over wine and chatted freely. There are not many famous ninjas near Wuyu."

Madara and Izuna were stunned. The people in Saga were scary enough just by Sakahara Chinobu. What was going on with this Tenkai?

Tian Hai Renji's expression was calm, as if nothing had happened, he calmly turned around and continued walking towards the mountain city.

Madara looked at his back: "Stop! Where are you going?"

Tianhai Renji didn't even look back: "I'll take you to see someone who fought this battle with that weapon."

At the devil's hour, the setting sun turns the horizon into blood.

Dressed in blue, I waited quietly in the dusk.Tobirama stood next to me, his eyes had been dyed dark red by the sunlight, and his fingers subconsciously rubbed the handle of the knife.

Someone chuckled softly, which stood out in the atmosphere of Hirazan, and Tobirama couldn't help but look at him coldly.

It turned out that Hashirama and Toramaru were talking to each other, arm in arm, and they didn't know what to say. After Tobirama rescued the latter in the battle of the snowfield, the relationship between the two of them had quickly become closer.I still can't figure out whether Toramaru repaid the favor to the wrong person or Tobirama was too cold and hurt his heart.

The only trace of relaxed atmosphere disappeared under Ranmaru's stern eyes.The handsome young man, with anger lingering in his brows, quickly stepped forward and saluted me: "Master Sasaki, please come over."

I immediately drove my freezing body, strode past him, and headed towards today's destination.

There is a wide courtyard on the west side of Sannomaru. One side of the courtyard is a flat ground paved with white sand, and the other side is a high stone wall. Outside the wall is a cliff.There are three tatami mats placed in the middle of the courtyard, with white cotton cloth matching the size of five sheets on them, furoshiki cloth spread out, and red felt spread underneath.

It's a good place to kill someone.

Three people will be treated to seppuku here.The felt is to prevent blood from seeping, and the white sand is to absorb the blood. The outside of the wall is an ideal burial place.

Hashirama and Tobirama disappeared on the roof before entering the courtyard. Seppuku was the honor of a samurai, not a ninja. They should not have been there.

The retainers stood around the designated place for suicide. I walked to the center of the hall, sat down firmly facing the courtyard, and nodded to the inspector, the white-haired and snow-skinned Sasaki Yukaku: "It's time to start."

A middle-aged man who had a slight resemblance to his mother was wearing a light yellow plain samurai dress with a white band on his head. He knelt down on the tatami, looking down at the short sword on the white wooden platform in front of him seriously but relievedly.

He was the chief culprit of the Keyakihara Rebellion. He formed a faction inside and colluded with the Kingdom of Thunder outside. He even tried to assassinate Keyakihara Mamoru Uesugi Hiromichi. He betrayed the Uesugi clan and me.If he is based on seniority, I should call him uncle and carry out the rites of a junior; if he is a daimyo, I should call him rebel, take back all his fiefdoms and give them to his family head, and remove him from the list of accompanying ministers.

That's what I do now.

His two sons and my two distant brothers knelt behind him. Seeing their father solemnly putting his sleeves under his knees and slowly picking up the knife in front of him, they couldn't help but tremble. It makes a clear sound when rubbing against the fine sandy ground.

The retainers said nothing and stared at the two people indifferently, their eyes filled with contempt for such a cowardly act.I heard the Tang-paper sliding door behind me seem to move, and then my mother's voice came in a low voice: "Coward."

I know why she's here.When I went to war, one of the two brothers was held as a hostage in Keyakihara in Saga. He bribed the guard with the fiefdom of the Land of Thunder, disguised himself as a woman, and escaped to the mother's courtyard.At the critical moment, it was his mother who supported herself and led her maids to form a team of naginata to surround him.

The naginata is one of the martial arts courses for the daughters of the samurai family, and having the courage to face death is undoubtedly a required course.

The middle-aged man who had always been as calm as a mountain now lowered his head in shame just because he felt the contemptuous eyes of the retainers.The person who introduced him, Aoki Shincheng, had already tied up his sleeves with his armbands and stood behind him, raising his sword.

The middle-aged man held the knife in his right hand and stroked his abdomen three times with his left hand, from bottom to top, accurately stabbing one inch above the navel.He took a deep breath and thrust straight to the left, gradually exposing his abdominal cavity to the air.

His abdomen was dripping with blood, his body was twitching uncontrollably, his face was red, and I could almost see every beat in his temples.But this was not enough. Aoki Shincheng still held the knife high, and the tip of the knife was motionless, showing no intention of falling.

The middle-aged man was clearly holding back his cry of pain due to his pride. He held down the handle of the knife and tried to pull it to the right.But the handle of the knife was too slippery, and the pain made his limbs uncontrollable, so the movement became extremely long, so long that I even heard the sound of flesh and blood tearing apart.

His face was distorted like a Rakshasa ghost face, and beads of sweat were all over his body, which overlapped and dripped onto the blood mark in the center of the white cloth.His two sons slumped to the ground, not daring to look at their brave father.

If there really are gods and Buddhas in this world, why do they allow people to inflict such torture on themselves?

After about a century, finally, the middle-aged man weakly let go of his hand.At the same moment, Aoki Shincheng's sword turned into a shadow and fell, cutting off his head with one strike.

The retainers nodded one after another, not only to express their approval for the skillful Jiecuo, but also to pay tribute to the brave man who committed seppuku, respecting him for retaining his noble dignity until his death.

His two sons were lying on the ground unable to get up. Sasaki Yukaku glanced at me and made a gesture to Aoki, and the three heads wrapped in white cloth were quickly reunited.

Next, a series of executions were carried out next to the stone wall. Some people who were not qualified to commit seppuku were kneeled on straw mats and beheaded, summarily ending their lives as traitors.

The sky is overcast with snow, and the bright moon is invisible.The cold wind penetrated the bones and corroded the heart. When it passed through the corridor, a ghostly whimpering sound came from the gaps between the doors and windows, the black crows screamed strangely, and the sparse branches swayed.

The entire mountain city seemed to be singing a hymn for Izanami's arrival.

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