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

Before getting to the point, I want to recall a crucial setting: the commission accepted by the ninja is entrusted by the client.

It's nonsense, but there are so many people who don't realize it.

"I didn't expect it to be so hot in autumn." I gestured to Canaan, and he nodded knowingly and brought the yokan and wine prepared in advance from next door.

Can minors drink alcohol?The concentration of makoshu is low, and I have already taken it, and am a 12-year-old adult.

"Get another bottle of water." I ordered again when I saw Uchiha Izuna's face looked younger than his actual age.

Canaan's movements paused for a moment, and his Adam's apple moved up and down, as if he was swallowing something back.Ranmaru gave a slight "hum", and Toramaru turned back to look at the Uchiha brothers.

Izuna didn't know anything about it, and was blinking his big eyes and looking at his brother's face; Hashirama was also hesitant to speak, and his eyes also drifted towards Madara from time to time; Madara sat in the middle, trying to comfort his younger brother and avoid the recent breakup. friend, with distraught written all over her face.

What a show.

"You all should try the yokan from the Tokidome store in the castle town."

I rubbed the stoneware cup, looked at the white floc sinking at the bottom of the cup, and calmly took a sip to moisten my throat.

Toramaru, the three of them and Hashirama thanked each other and started eating naturally. Izuna held up the crystal square with a bamboo leaf, and then tilted her head towards Madara uncertainly.

"The ninjas eat too. While eating, think about how to explain to me the reason why you just acted."

Hashirama choked and his coughing sounded very painful. Izuna quickly put the dessert back in its place.

"It seems you want to explain now?" I suddenly looked straight at the center of the room.

Madara was caught off guard and looked at me, the blood had faded from his eyes, the crazy fighting spirit shrank into his small pupils, and the mist shrouded the pure black.He quickly lowered his head and glanced at his hands, and then glanced at Quan Nai very covertly. When he raised his face again, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and his eyebrows were filled with absolute despair.

"Senju and Uchiha are feuding." He said firmly.

Hashirama suddenly stood up, like a squid grilled on an iron plate, and wanted to retort immediately.But when he noticed Madara's eyes, his straight waist slowly bent down, as if something that had been supporting him had been taken out.

"Feuds, any family with a long history has no shortage of feuds." When this topic came up, I sat upright and expressed my attitude.

I looked at Toramaru, "The Ishida family and the Earth Country Hitachi family have been fighting for hundreds of years."

Next is Canaan, "Sixty years ago, the Sasaki family was almost massacred by the Kamao family of the Land of Grass." "In our late days, my Muto family also had a confrontation with the Togo family of the Land of Thunder for decades. Four generations, Countless young men died on the battlefield one after another like this."

"But there is something I don't understand, and I need everyone to brainstorm and help me answer it."

"Following the century-old rule of the Hosokawa family, after a brief five-year period of chaos, it has been 12 years since the Muto family reunited the Land of Fire. In the past 12 years, all the people in the territory have returned home," I sneered at myself. I had no choice, from my standpoint What needs to be said in this situation is, "You ninjas are in the same camp, why do you still fight against each other? What kind of resentment is it that makes the ninjas in our country often have enemies in their own country? Especially Qian Qian Why do the two strongest ninjas, Tate and Uchiha, always happen to be on opposite sides?"

No one answered me. The teenagers’ eyes were as wide as bells, flashing with disdain for my intelligence.

Madara looked like "What's the point of asking such a simple question?": "'Just right'? Do other ninja clans kill my compatriots - even my parents and brothers, and I still want to coexist peacefully with them?" Isn’t it natural to stand on the opposite side?”

Quan Na also looked at me with a mocking face of "why not eat minced meat": "Before the customer hires us, you must ask clearly. If the interests of the two customers conflict, of course they will choose to hire the two ninjas who have hatred. This can ensure that We are 100% committed to them."

Hashirama sighed: "Three generations of fighting have accumulated such a deep blood feud, who has the right to ignore it? Any communication between enemies that covers up hatred is a betrayal of the dead... Everyone thinks so. "

I got the expected response. The concept of "country" obviously has no meaning in the eyes of ninjas. Also, the Muto family is just one of many distinguished customers. The social status of the ninja clan is maintained by force, and the food they eat depends on transactions with merchants. The decrees from Sagayama Castle It had no fundamental impact on the administrative region where they were located. The state could not give them anything except the pitiful mission money from the national guardian.

"Hate cannot be forgotten." I nodded, "So besides hatred, are there any other reasons for opposition? Take your two tribes as an example?"

"What other reason do you need..." Quan Na muttered.

Fortunately, Hashirama was considerate and followed my train of thought and answered: "Even if other ninja clans were put in our position, they would attack each other, right? Both of our clans are very strong and need a large living space, so we tried to weaken them. each other?"

I lowered my brows and asked the teenagers seriously: "Can two powerful fighting groups only rely on one place to consume each other?"

The Uchiha brothers probably finally understood that I didn't mean to make fun of them, and restrained their contemptuous eyes. Hashirama sighed again, scratched his head in distress, and pulled the ends of his hair to think.

Great, now we are both searching for the answer to the same question and I can move on to step two.

"Let's start from the beginning. Did the Uchiha clan move from the Land of Thunder?" I asked Madara.

Madara answered honestly: "Yes."

Quan Nai's eyes flashed: "We have cut off contact with those who stayed in the Kingdom of Thunder. We have not provided them with any domestic intelligence for many years."

I was a little surprised to find that the Uchiha younger brother's political literacy should be higher than that of his older brother.

"Why did you move here?" I waved my hand, indicating that I didn't bring this up to settle scores. "Anyway, it can't be just to come here to compete with Thousand Hands."

History has never been a subject that ninjas are good at. Madara frowned in embarrassment: "This... about 100 years ago, the clan received a commission from a certain city lord in the Woye area. Because almost the entire clan was dispatched, they did not move back after the mission. , but stayed here and continued to develop.”

"Are you enemies at this time?" I asked Hashirama.

Hashirama was trying hard to recall the nagging of the elders in the clan: "We hadn't gone north at that time, and we didn't know any Uchiha at all, so how could we talk about enmity?"

"Ah."

"But that way of getting along isn't peace? Is it just that two potential rivals haven't met each other?" Quan Nai was confused by me.

I ignored him: "Then the two ninja clans gradually expanded their territory. They first heard about each other's reputation, and then sent out their eyes and ears to find out each other's truth..."

"As a result, there was a small-scale fight among the scouts, and there may have been casualties..." Madara recalled what happened.

"Wait, why are you fighting?" I asked.

"Because they are enemies."

"An enemy? Obviously the two parties have never met before?"

Madara also started to scratch his head: "Then... it must be a misunderstanding, right? Manslaughter or something like that?"

"Even if it all started as an uncontrollable misunderstanding, allowing the misunderstanding to continue to develop must have been premeditated."

Hashirama was shocked because I had never spoken to him so coldly.

"It's resources. The other party must have robbed us of the resources we need to survive." Quan Nai's voice was so cold that she didn't sound like a child.

"What resources are you competing for?"

Hashirama said without thinking: "Weapons? Food? Money?"

"Where do they come from?" I said carefully.

"Commissions from commoners, nobles, merchants, etc.?" Hashirama seemed to understand something and looked at me in shock.

Finally got to this point.I have long wanted to complain. The rules of how Naruto's world operates have always been strange. From the Hashirama era to the Naruto era, the ruling class represented by the Daimyo owned land and wealth for decades (this group later joined the big assets) class), farmers and ninjas are exploited classes from beginning to end. The former are bound to the land, and the latter are bound to what?

In the delegation system?

It's just brainwashing!

It is obvious that ninjas have advanced productivity and have acquired a considerable amount of land during the Hashirama era and even established political institutions. Why are they still limited to the "one country, one village" system, so that they were still willing to be exploited until the Naruto era? remaining value?

Why are the ninjas who are most promising to improve labor productivity the group furthest away from the real economy?The violent institutions that should be firmly controlled by the state actually have considerable independence?When the value rate of existing production relations is far smaller than the value rate of productivity, the beginning of social change is still far away until the Naruto era?Is delegation a reason to castrate oneself away from subjective initiative?

To put it simply - "A hired B to kill C, causing C's death. Who is the mastermind?"

"...A." The ninjas all looked like they were lost on the road of life, and it took them a long time to think of answering me.

Ranmaru and Kanan sighed deeply, looking at me with a trace of pity in their eyes.But it's more of a chill.

I have a chill behind me. If I talk about the theory of productivity and production relations now, then I will betray the group I belong to - we drive ninjas as hunting dogs, and we eat meat afterward, and the ninjas get a little bit of broth, and then They are hungry and licking their wounds, but we are still not satisfied, but let the dogs bite each other and take pleasure in their decay.

This is not a matter of "right" or "wrong".There is no turning back.

"So the hatred became deeper and deeper, and gradually we were always met with requests from our sworn enemies. The more challenging the request, of course, the reward in money and food would be greater - the person who could afford such a high price would have a higher status. Noble.”

"Yes!" Hashirama knocked over the empty plate.

"Where did the orders with relatively large casualties in the past three years come from?"

"A lot..." Madara looked back and forth between mine and Hashirama's faces doubtfully.

Taking advantage of their thinking, I began to observe the expressions of the others one by one: Toramaru returned me an overly bright smile with piercing eyes, and he seemed to be distracted just now; Kanan lowered his head without saying a word, as if he was in trance. The cold expression in Ranwan's eyes did not change, and his thin lips curled up in a half-smile, which gave me goosebumps all over my body.

"I fully suspect that the fight between the ninja clan is deliberately provoked by people. They especially want to destroy the relationship between the two powerful clans of Senju Uchiha." I hesitated, but still did not say the most fundamental thing. , pretending that he only focused on the dispute between the Senju and Uchiha clans.There are enough enemies both overt and covert. Now I have to risk my life just to win over the ninjas here. If I bring up the idea of ​​​​social reform, I will immediately die without a burial place.

--What?Indra and Asura are destined to fight?No, the military is an extension of politics!And politics is an extension of economics!The purpose of war is its true nature!And it’s not just Senju and Uchiha who are fighting. In the original book, didn’t Senju and Hagoromo also fight to the death?As far as I know now, almost every ninja clan in the Land of Fire can find an opponent in the country.ha!What a coincidence!

"Which are the twelve counties of the Fire Country?" I don't plan to wait any longer.

"Wuyu, Keyakihara."

"Jian Island."

Keyakihara?Keyakihara!Why is there Keyakihara!Keyakihara used to be my uncle's fiefdom and the headquarters of my maternal power... The Uesugi family once raised troops there to support the Muto family and made great military exploits...

My stomach contracted, and the sting almost made me drop my glass.

Hashirama noticed something was wrong with me and leaned forward worriedly.I shook my head slightly.

"——You mean——" Madara repeated the conversation twice before finally coming to his senses.

"When you are in it, what you see is that your relatives and friends are killed by each other; but when I am outside, what I see is the continuous internal strife in the Fire Country, the instability of public security, the reduction of population, and the loss of combat effectiveness... Some people are happy to see it. That's it! The ninja clan wants to expand? Are they going to expand into the scorched earth? Not to mention that all the new generations will be exhausted on the battlefield! Who will be used to expand? And Ranmaru and you! Don't think it has nothing to do with us! Who are the farmers who have died? Grow food for us? Who will trade for us when all the merchants are gone? Who dares to work for us if our workers are precarious? This situation will continue for another five or ten years. Once war breaks out again, countries invade on a large scale, and various places become independent... Everyone! Whether you are a noble warrior or a common ninja, you all must go see Izanami!"

There was dead silence, and everyone stared at me blankly, as if they had just discovered that I could actually speak.The eardrum-breaking shouts of killing rang in my ears, the pungent smell of sulfur fired by iron cannons lingered around me, thousands of miles of fertile fields were ignited with raging fires, and rivers flowed with bright red water... I shook my head vigorously, trying to put these things away. The image came to mind.

"Lord..." Toramaru called me cautiously.

I looked at the three young men from the samurai family. Toramaru's eyes were full of confusion. Canaan was still calm. Ranmaru brushed off his frivolous behavior and frowned with a slight "chuan" character between his eyebrows.

But are their performances real or fake?Who knows.

"You have all heard what I said. If you want to tell your father or anyone else, just tell them," I said to them calmly, tapping my head with my finger, "The clumsy are too stubborn. Maybe this position will be filled by someone smart enough in the future."

"How could you say such a thing!" The three of them reacted quickly this time and bowed down together.

"But in that case, all the qualifications you have accumulated with me will be in vain. As the closest people, you have spent a whole year of your youth together, and I have nothing to compensate you."

"We are absolutely loyal to you, please stop talking!" the three shouted louder and louder.

I showed the gentlest smile and nodded to them one by one. "I know you have worked hard all this time. Go down first. I still have something to say to the ninja."

The golden crow illuminated the martial arts arena and made it feel warm. There was no flying dust or noisy shouts. Everything seemed so harmonious.Even the three figures who left one after another were so harmonious.

I looked at the backs of the teenagers for a while, then looked back at the three ninjas opposite: "The people who want to kill me now may want to kill me even more."

The honest boy Uchiha Madara was shocked for the first time today: "What? You're not——"

"Come out, everyone." I interrupted him.

You never know how many ninjas you can fit in your house - Akinari Muto.

The darkness on the roof dripped like water and fell to the ground and became ninjas; the wood grain of the pillars rotated like a whirlpool and emerged from the surface and condensed into ninjas; the surface of the hand-woven tatami seemed to have opened some kind of space-time door, emerging silently. A few ninjas came... After a few breaths, the hall was suddenly filled with people, and the camps were deadlocked like the Jingwei River.

"Brother, doesn't he have chakra? How did he know that all of us are here?" Quan Nai stared at me and asked Madara quietly.

Counting the little ninjas, there are a total of twenty Uchiha and twenty Senju here, no more and no less, and their combat effectiveness should be comparable.

How do I know it's even?The damaged equipment and clothing showed that they must have been on it just now. My roof has not leaked yet. It is obvious that they can control the proportion. Doesn't this mean that they are on par?

"From today on, you will work under me. I will try to see if you still can't get along peacefully without provoking the relationship between you."

If I hadn't confessed my feelings just now, the Senju and Uchiha might have exploded, but now they just express their dissatisfaction with silence.

The ninjas would not have thought of what I said before. There will always be people who realize that ill-intentioned patrons actually bring more dangers, but hatred has confused most people's vision. Moreover, today I "helped them" raise The targets of revenge have included many nobles, and even rose to the level of a county guard. This is not something that a single ninja can deal with. They must take advantage of the situation.I believe that my determination will soon reach the ears of Senjubuma and Uchiha Tajima.

Even though I am a puppet, I am still a famous person and a very valuable puppet, right?

"Before, twenty Thousand Hands working together could stop the assassination for me." I looked at the person in charge of the Thousand Hands.

"Barely." The middle-aged man spoke very to the point.

"My killer has come seven times, but I am not dead yet. There will be an eighth assassination attempt. If the eighth assassination attempt fails, there will be a ninth assassination attempt." I stated the facts openly.

The Senju ninjas and I have been getting along for so long. After all, we have some affection for each other. After hearing this, they all opened their mouths and wanted to admonish me.I stopped them with gestures.

"If you attack each other, less attention will be given to me, and the eighth attack will be the day of my death."

"In other words, I will use my life as a bet that you can live in peace."

They said yes.

My heart is far from as calm as my expression.The spring tide of the Qiantang River looks like a straight line, but it contains the power to collapse mountains and seas.

I'm not sure what the rapid beating of my heart means at this moment. I'm panic. I'm definitely panic. I don't want to die yet, but my actions seem to be looking for death. There's also a little bit of joy. Hope is always precious, even if it's very slim. .

I would rather die towards hope than live in confusion.