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

Thin clouds cover the bright moon, and the moonlight scatters, covering the ground with clear shadows.The grass and trees in the field are covered with green onions, and insects are chirping.Residential houses lie on the soft undulating curves in the distance, and the lights are like beans, and they go out in a flash.

The black-haired boy looked up at the position of the moon, untied the bamboo from his waist, raised his head and drank the water in one gulp.His dark blue clothes seemed to blend into the night, and only his eyes reflected the bright moonlight.

A stream of water overflowed from his lips, slid down his chin, and wet his collar.The young man wiped away the wet marks, held his fingers in the wind for a moment, and frowned.

The wind direction has changed.

He walked downhill, squatted down at the edge of the field, stretched out his hand to test the water temperature, and it seemed that it was indeed lower than the previous few days.So his fingers moved quickly and flexibly to form a "Yin" seal, but the fire attribute chakra did not spurt out from the mouth, but gradually escaped from the fingertips, like a red gold fish swimming in the muddy water, illuminating the Sludge-covered water bottom.

After performing the technique, the young ninja shook his hands and stood up. He didn't know what he thought of and shook his head mockingly.

Suddenly, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the top of the slope, where a figure with two swords on his waist was looking down at the scene.The two people's eyes met, and the man turned and left.

"Come out." The young man put the shuriken back into his sleeve, knowing that there was more than one uninvited guest.

Another boy emerged from the shadows. He was wearing an inappropriate scarf, and his hakama was too short to cover his ankles. He carried his sword behind his back. He looked neither like a ninja nor a samurai.

"You found me, Madara." The uninvited guest grinned.

"I discovered it right away," the young ninja Uchiha Madara glanced at him, "Hashirama."

Hashirama pointed to the top of the slope: "Which family nearby is that from?"

"Kubota family, Kinoshita used to be their retainer." Madara answered.

Hashirama wondered: "How do you know?"

"I had a conflict with him when we were making fertilizer. Quan Nai threw the gray fertilizer on him and forced him to retreat. Since then, he has appeared every three or four days. It is difficult for me not to notice him. "Madara rubbed the handle of the knife.The sword was inserted into his belt like a samurai, and the scabbard was dull.

Hashirama nodded and pointed to Mizuta: "Did you use a new ninjutsu just now?"

Madara was in a high mood and couldn't help but demonstrate to him: "It is difficult to control the amount of chakra when releasing Fire Release from the mouth. Many people will burn their mouths when they first practice. I think if it is released from the hand, this problem may be solved."

"But it will burn your hands, and it doesn't fit well with the operation of the chakra circuit." Hashirama squatted next to him, hugging his knees and thinking.

"So we can't release powerful ninjutsu at the moment, but using water as a medium can reduce the chance of burns, which is enough to warm up the rice fields."

Once again they watched the fire scatter in the water, like stars extinguished in the mud.The small insects at the bottom of the leaves were disturbed by the light, and they all stopped making noises, and the earth fell silent.

"It's already full moon, how can the weather still get colder?" Hashirama rubbed his exposed calves, "Based on the normal weather in previous years, you don't need to come to take care of the fields at night."

"I don't know, maybe some beast spirit passed by nearby?" Madara took a few steps back and sat on the grass slope, "And the ninjas have never looked after the fields before. Originally, our job should just be a quick victory. , such as getting rid of thieves who steal crops, such as burning the enemy's granary."

"Huh? Why do you still think like this? Aren't what His Highness said that day in vain?"

Madara turned his head and looked at Hashirama: "Are you so convinced of him?"

Hashirama opened his eyes wide: "Because he is right, agriculture is indeed very important? If we can use our abilities to help increase food production, everyone will not have to go hungry, right?"

Madara chuckled, pointing at him and laughing so hard. "Hashirama, Hashirama, you are still a smart person!"

Hashirama didn't know why, but subconsciously grabbed the finger he pointed at him and pushed back: "Why did you say that?"

Madara took out his hand and clenched it into a fist: "Why are people hungry? In the final analysis, isn't it because the tax rate is too high and the military service is too heavy? Someone beats you half to death with a big stick and gives you a few dates, and you have to do it because of this. Are you grateful to him?"

"Your Highness did not—"

"Where did the remuneration His Highness paid you and me come from? Where did the money come from to buy the seeds? Where did the men come from for him to fight the war?"

"..."

"Although he is indeed different from other senior officials, doesn't the benefit he obtains depend on those people? Didn't you see how difficult negotiations he went through before leaving the city this time to obtain this little policy freedom? Can he disobey those people when they manipulate his will? He may have good methods, but his intentions will be distorted. No matter how much he does, he is just a tool that is easy to use. "

Hashirama shook his head and backed away: "No, you are wrong."

Madara crossed his arms and sneered: "What's wrong?"

"You are...'choking to stop eating'! If you worry about the results being stolen by others before you start doing something, you will never accomplish anything!" Hashirama's words became smoother and smoother, and he waved his hand to chop the air. , bringing out the empty voice, "If we don't come outside the city because of the concerns you said, countless people in this land will starve to death during the lean period. At least we can really help them survive, right? ?Even if these experiences are stolen by others, they can make more people survive while promoting them?

"If His Highness doesn't go to fight the Kingdom of Wind because of the concerns you mentioned, will he still have the opportunity to appear here to teach everyone farming techniques?

"If everything had to go according to the arrangements of those people, would you and I still have a chance to stand together and talk peacefully today?"

Madara didn't know how to refute for a moment, but someone asked a question at the right time, giving him a chance to think.

"Then you also agree with what His Highness said, that you want to break the restriction of your Senju and tell us your tactics, secret techniques and intelligence unconditionally?" Under the bright moon, Izuna slowly walked over, with a habitual smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. Too cold.

Hashirama frowned: "Don't misinterpret His Highness's meaning. He just wants us to communicate more so that we can learn from each other's strengths and complement each other's weaknesses and enhance trust."

"Really?" Quan Nai smiled a little weirdly, "How about I tell you the weakness of the Sharingan now, and you tell me the weakness of Mu Dun?"

Hashirama glanced at Madara, but didn't get any response. He sighed and looked down at Quan Nai slightly: "I trust your brother, and I trust your respect for his wishes. I can tell you Mu Dun's weaknesses, but I don't need to You make a deal with me, and I hope I can get your friendship in exchange."

Quan Na was stunned, and her smile broke into a complicated expression.

"Brother, I must remind you that since the end of last year, every letter sent to you by your father and elders is full of dissatisfaction." Someone interrupted the silence.

Hashirama looked at the third person who appeared in the shadows: "...Tobirama."

Tobirama looked at him calmly and almost coldly: "You have ignored the wishes of the people in the clan and have gone beyond the clan consensus to express your position to His Highness, Lord Sakahara, and Uchiha... many times. If the results were not unsatisfactory, I am afraid that Father I have come to Saga City to question you face to face."

Hashirama opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. He sat helplessly on the grass slope with his head in his hands.

Tobirama turned his attention to the Uchiha brothers: "Why, you finally feel that your highness has no future here and decided to find another way out?"

Quan Nai was furious: "Stop throwing dirty water on people!"

Tobirama was unmoved: "Then you are still making irresponsible remarks on His Highness's decision? Are you still questioning His Highness's power?"

He pointed at his knife with unfathomable eyes: "Are you and I very clean? Have we never massacred unarmed civilians? Have we never worked as thugs for corrupt officials for a few taels of gold?"

Madara's expression changed drastically, and his irises quickly turned blood red.

"Did it hit your pain point?" Tobirama pushed away Hashirama's obstruction and pressed forward step by step, "Have you finally woken up from the unrealistic dream?"

"Okay, Tobirama!" Hashirama completely restrained his younger brother's upper body with his arms and forced him to move back.

Tobirama's roar rang in his brother's ears: "You also learn to face reality, big brother! You can't accept everything His Highness said! Don't you think about your tribe? His deviant ideas may be applicable in the future For the army, but it must be an army that belongs entirely to him! It definitely does not apply to the current ninja clan! Do you still remember that you are a ninja with family responsibilities!"

"Alas..." Hashirama let go of his hand dejectedly, and Tobirama threw him away angrily and walked far away.

"Hashirama." Madara had calmed down, his eyes returned to pure black, and the corners of his brows were stained with bitterness.

"Your heart is too broad, and His Highness's heart is too broad. You want to take into account the interests of more than one family or clan. You worry about the life and death of everyone around you, even strangers, as your own responsibility." He poked himself. The left chest, slowly walking towards Hashirama.

Warm fingers pointed at Hashirama's heart. "But you are just one person, and you want to use a human body to replace God to seek the welfare of countless people. If you do this, you will first hurt the interests of your own group and betray them. Aren't you afraid of being abandoned?"

Hashirama put his fist on his heart: "You're calling me 'choking and giving up food' again, Madara. Doesn't what we said before at the Nanga River count? Are the old rules so important in your heart? But I I have decided to abandon the old rules, make it unable to restrain and control us, let its rotten and old parts disappear into ashes, let the tribe have a better way out, and give everyone a happier future - if I do this, even if I am I'm happy to give up."

Tobirama stamped his feet fiercely: "You have to take it step by step! You have to win more support! You can't rush for success!"

"I know, Tobirama," Hashirama smiled brightly at his brother and changed the subject, "I'm just afraid that during my gradual progress, some lives that could have benefited from a reasonable new system will be lost."

Madara sighed deeply: "How much do you agree with His Highness's idea? Tell me, Hashirama."

"I agree with him in promoting ninjas, in easing the relationship between ninja clans, in giving priority to the development of agriculture, in favor of his tendency to make friends with businessmen, and innovating tactics..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Ban pressed his forehead, "If you want to praise someone, I suggest you do it in person."

Izuna went straight to the point: "To get to the point, what do you think the ninja can do for him?"

"I think we can absorb his suggestions on military tactics, we can transform into some tasks related to agricultural production, and we can gradually innovate and open up according to his ideas..."

The other three looked at him with the same "this man's naive brain is beyond saving" look.

Hashirama was anxious: "Speak out your thoughts!"

"Hashirama, the ninja clan has been passed down for hundreds of years and has a continuous bloodline, which is why it is today's scale. What maintains the whole clan is the clan rules passed down from generation to generation. Some rules hinder development and need to be changed, but there are also some rules that support ninjas. Bones cannot be thrown away, otherwise the Ninja clan will become a piece of loose sand." They said.

Hashirama smiled bitterly, sourness welling up in his nose, and tears overflowing his eyes, making it difficult for him to see these most familiar people.

"Who decides what should be kept and what should not be kept? Will others listen? I have made a decision that I think is right. Look, do you listen?"

The three were speechless.

"A living person in his teenage years is actually shackled by hundreds of years of dead rules." Hot tears smashed against the grass blades and mixed into the wet and cold soil, "'This has always been the case, is it right?'"