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

After just a few months of flourishing for the construction of canal projects, the cement factory was moved away, but a large number of materials left behind were reused: the water mill and stone mill were returned to the paper factory, and the vertical kiln was dismantled. After deconstructing and studying ways to reduce pollution, another warehouse was built on the original site.

There was a small wooden house across a dirt road from the warehouse, with the windows wide open at this time.Tobirama hesitated for a moment, then walked around to the door and knocked on the doorframe.

"This is the warehouse's incoming and outgoing goods list last month." He placed the scroll next to Ranmaru's desk.

Ranmaru put down his pen and read it: "'Three hundred dan for shipment, three hundred baskets of bean cakes, and [-] dan for cement'... What needs to be repaired to transport the cement?"

"His Highness plans to renovate local residents' housing, have you forgotten?" Canaan, who was registering behind another desk, said without raising his head.

"I forgot, 'drowsy and forgetful, useless specialization'. Who is responsible?" Ranmaru pressed his temples and looked around.

"Brother Shikaji." Tobirama pointed at Nara Shikaji.

Nara has been counting the data for a long time, and the pineapple head has been caught and scattered here and there: "It's my job. Mr. Canaan, do you need to organize people to apply fertilizer in the past two days?"

"Yes, it is the time when rice is jointing and booting. It needs a lot of nutrients. It has also reached the stage of preventing moths and insect pests. Otherwise, it will be too late when there are dead sheaths, dead hearts, and white ears." Canaan frowned. explain.

Ranmaru stopped browsing and raised a finger: "One more thing, you should all know that the land that His Highness has set up as the 'experimental field' belongs to the Kubota family and the Autonomous So village.

The conflict between Somura and the Kubota family has been going on for a long time. These four villages once united to demand that the Kubota family reduce their labor and allow them to pay annual tribute in the form of "people's invitations." It is said that the angry farmers even broke down the door of the Kubota family at that time. . Now the two sides are acting in accordance with the agreement signed ten years ago, but there are still occasional frictions, and recently the two sides have had conflicts over the opening and closing of the gate."

Kanan looked a little dazed, and Tobirama guessed that he might have thought of the ongoing siege between Yanshan Temple and Fire Temple.I heard that this man who was more strict than me used to grow up in Yanshan Temple. No wonder he quoted Buddhist scriptures at every turn.

Nara Shikaji smiled bitterly: "So this matter is very difficult to handle. With our current free manpower, we can rebuild houses for up to two families at a time. But if we build houses for Somura first, the Kubota family will have objections, and vice versa."

Ranmaru nodded, and suddenly his eyes widened: "What? We still have free manpower? What kind of heartless guy is free?"

The four people in the house began to be eliminated one by one: Ranmaru was in charge of the warehouse, Kanan was in charge of the farmland, and the two of them worked together to compile various data; Shikaji originally worked for the two of them, but now he has to be responsible for remodeling the house; Tiankai Jinji was in charge of the house next door. Papermaking factory; Senju Hashirama and Toramaru follow the daimyo, the Uchiha brothers are responsible for guarding the cement factory; Hyuga Masanori and Akimichi Souma are responsible for escorting the transportation of goods, and Yamanaka Shimoha is responsible for collecting news about Yoneya and the town...

"I——" Tobirama faced the gazes of the three people and felt at a loss for words.

"Ahem, he helped me calculate a lot of data and fill out a lot of forms." Ranmaru winked at Tobirama.

Nara Shikaji patted Tobirama on the shoulder: "And you are the reserved mobile personnel. You can fill in wherever manpower is needed. This also shows your ability."

Canaan took out two scrolls: "Please give these two documents to His Highness. You always deliver them quickly."

There was a strange feeling in Tobirama's heart. It seemed that he was here not because of rules, rewards, obligations, etc., but because of something he couldn't explain - he was in the clan before. I never had this thought while doing the same thing.

Ranmaru and Kanan are samurai, and Nara Shikaji is a ninja from another clan. They have nothing to do with him, but they can also be... "colleagues".

The thought only flashed through him for a moment, and in the eyes of the other three, Tobirama smiled very briefly: "Thank you."

"Etc., etc."

Tobirama turned around and saw Nara Shikaji holding a pile of scrolls while balancing precariously.

Tobirama quickly helped him share the top few: "Are these going to be sent to His Highness?"

"No, these are the family letters between me and Shimoye Souma." Nara Shikatsu pointed to Tobirama's hand with his chin.

Tobirama suddenly felt that the scroll was a little hot: "Sorry..."

Nara Shikaji smiled: "Don't be nervous, the letter is full of nagging from the elders in the family, and it is not a matter of military importance."

The two walked west along the dirt road next to the warehouse and walked to the soybean field that had just been sown last month.Kinoshita Hanjiromasa and the tenant farmers went over the land with new hoes to clear out the seedlings and grass.In order not to damage the seedlings, their movements were extremely meticulous, their hands steady and accurate, and they loosened the topsoil carefully.

Tobijo felt Nara Shikaji's probing gaze three times in a row, so he simply started talking: "Shikaji-san, our combat missions have been reduced a lot recently. I feel that there are some bottlenecks in training. Can you give me some advice when you have time?" "

"Of course, I'm happy to help." Nara Shikaji responded immediately.

The two continued to walk quietly, and Nara Shikaji suddenly spoke again: "To be honest, the mission His Highness gave us is more overwhelming than the battle order."

He raised the scroll he was holding: "On the battlefield, I only need to command a small team at most and follow the clan leader's orders to advance and retreat. But these... six villages, 78 households, and more than 400 acres of land. I had to take care of their farming and build houses for them - I naively thought that I could just dig a canal and be done."

Tobirama scratched his head: "Who is not? Who would have thought that His Highness is not just a whim, but really wants to do a comprehensive renovation? I think his list of plans is still very long."

Nara Shikaji looked up to the sky and sighed: "Hey - I'm just an ordinary ninja. My biggest dream is just to make more money in Saga City, retire early and return to my clan to raise deer. Why is it so difficult?"

Tobirama was a little surprised. He felt that Nara looked very smart and capable: "Huh?"

Nara Shikaji raised his eyebrows: "What? Oh, you don't know, raising deer is very leisurely. You only need to have a good relationship with their leader and enclose a large enough forest for them to roam. The antlers can be sold to the medical center at a high price. , you can take your wife and children to build a small cabin in the woods, and live there for the rest of your life without worrying about food and clothing..."

Tobirama was shocked by his lofty ideals. His tone was not like a 16-year-old ninja, but like an old businessman.

"Don't think too much," Nara Shikaji saw that Tobirama's mood had not been high. He thought he was sulking because of what just happened. "You are only eleven this year, right? My brother is about the same age as you, and he rides a deer every day. He's running wild in the woods, and he's far inferior to you in terms of ninjutsu and taijutsu."

I don't want to compete with anyone, I don't want to rely on comparison to satisfy my pride, Tobirama thought. "Brother Shikaji, I know His Highness is taking care of my young age, so he didn't assign specific tasks to me. Aren't Souma and Izuna just assistants? I understand, really."

Nara Shikaji took a deep look at him: "Actually, we 'seniors' are not strong enough to take on the responsibilities entrusted by His Highness. If we encounter difficulties in the clan, we can still seek guidance from the clan elders, but here, everything is What's new is something we've never seen before. New things keep popping up every month: cement factories, paper factories, farm tools and furniture workshops... The tribesmen work shifts once a month. They can't follow up on our progress. It’s up to us to teach them, so we can only explore and find the most suitable method ourselves.”

Responsibility, Tobirama clicked the word, and suddenly an idea came to him.

"But we also have the power to transform these people's lives according to our own ideas. As long as we do well enough, their lives will become good enough." Tobirama pointed to the farmers working in the bean fields.

Nara Shikaji was stunned: "Yes...this time there is finally no clan discussion, no relatives to take into account, and there is no need to find so many ways to transfer supplies, although we are still doing things for others..."

But why is there such a strong sense of accomplishment?

Hashirama lay on his back with stars in his eyes and a sharp scream in his ears.

"Are you okay?" Toramaru's face faintly appeared in the field of vision.

"Phew, it's okay," Hashirama grabbed his hand, rubbed the back of his head and stood up, "I was careless, come again."

Kinoshita Hanjiro's small courtyard was moved out to an empty space. Hashirama and Toramaru were both naked from the waist up, their hakama feet were tied tightly, and a thick circle of coarse cloth was wrapped around their waists as belts.Hashirama stamped his feet, took a half stance in the middle of the field, slowly bent down, and stared at Toramaru's hands with his eyes.

Toramaru's fingernails were trimmed very neatly, the fingertips of his ten fingers were as flat as stone, and the fingertips, knuckles, tiger's mouth, and palms were covered with thick calluses.

Where did this guy get so much strength?He actually grabbed the belt and knocked it over twice.Hashirama pursed his lips and pressed his weight downward again.

Toramaru took a step forward, and the distance between them instantly shortened to only an arm's length.Hashirama didn't move, he concentrated chakra on the soles of his feet, his leg muscles tensed, ready to go.

"You still want to fight hard?" Toramaru said to divert his attention, and suddenly his hand was like a dragon thrusting into Hashirama's ribs.

The muscles in his arms were thick and the strands looked terrifying, but Hashirama frowned and with a flash of light in his eyes, he struck directly at Toramaru's arm joints with his elbow from the inside.

"Drink!" Toramaru also quickly changed his moves. His iron hand directly grabbed Hashirama's forearm and twisted it downwards. He moved one leg forward to change from a horse stance to a lunge, and jerked his arms upward.

Hashirama suddenly felt that his arm was locked by a huge force and could no longer stretch out, so he changed from offense to defense and continuously output chakra, and his feet dug into the ground like roots.

Although Toramaru has the advantage of being tall and strong, Hashirama also has the advantage of having a huge amount of chakra. The battle between the two has turned into a contest of pure strength. Every inch of muscle is exerting force, the clenched teeth are trembling, and the forehead is constantly dripping. Sweat.

Hashirama was breathing heavily, and the veins on his neck were popping out. His hands were restrained, and he could only use Wood Release with one hand, but the seeds he needed were far away from Wujian.

The moment his two fingertips touched hard, Toramaru suddenly retracted his foot and pushed hard with both hands. Hashirama suddenly felt that his ankle was tightly wrapped, and his upper body fell backward uncontrollably.

His arm was grabbed again, and Toramaru led him to stand up straight: "I can't let you fall again."

Hashirama turned over his arm and looked at the red finger prints on it: "It's amazing."

"Sorry, sorry," Toramaru touched his neck, which was still bleeding from the thunder blade injury, "I just wanted to control you before you release the ninjutsu, otherwise I will lose like the previous two times."

"Win three out of five games, you win." Hashirama poured two large bowls of water, picked up one of the bowls and drank it all, "How did you practice?"

Toramaru picked up another bowl with a nostalgic look on his face. "In the past, in Zheshi, there were many people from other places in the dojo. They all came to compete in the gym. I saw a lot of them. When I was twelve or thirteen years old, my master and Shihandai would occasionally let me come."

Hashirama looked at the old scars everywhere on his upper body: "You fight an adult?"

"Are there age differences in fighting? Do you ninjas have age differences?" Toramaru asked.

Hashirama sighed. They quietly finished sharing a large pitcher of water and sat on the ground with their legs crossed to recover their strength. The sound of beatings in the room gradually became clearer.

Hashirama simply lay on the ground, looking up at the wide open door.The daimyo had his sleeves tied up and his hands were also wrapped in thick coarse cloth. He was rapidly changing his pace while punching the sandbags hanging on the beams.

"Do you know which genre that pace belongs to?" Hashirama vaguely felt that it was very regular.

"I don't know, it's a bit like the style from the Kingdom of Thunder." When Toramaru turned around, the daimyo just happened to do a low whip kick.

"180 one." Kingo counted from the side.

"Baby, what are you doing? Why is it 170 one after 180 five?" The daimyo stopped moving and pinched his waist and said intermittently.

Jinwu covered his face: "I made a mistake."

Hashirama laughed softly, stretched, stood up straight, and looked at the three people looking at the door: "Madara?"

"His Highness summoned the two of us back, and we happened to meet Master Tianhai." Madara pointed at himself and the child beside him, revealing a bandaged forearm.

"Izuna, what's going on?" Hashirama almost didn't recognize the person with the wound medicine plastered on half of his face.

Quan Nai answered him easily: "His Highness's sword is very fast and much sharper than what we used before. When we were sparring, we forgot to close our hands more -"

He started to take off his bandage: "——Just look at it and it will..."

"No, no, no, I won't look!" Hashirama was frightened by the ruthless people of the Uchiha family.

Madara smoothed his brother's bandage with one hand, and when he looked up, he saw the daimyo looking at him with disapproval: "You use real swords for sparring?"

"Your Highness." The four of them saluted together.

The daimyo glared at Madara and Izuna again, then turned to Jinji Amami who had remained silent: "Why are you looking so sad? Is the papermaking factory in trouble?"

Tianhai smiled bitterly: "There are not enough manpower. You see, the papermaking process includes ten steps: cutting, dust removal, cooking, rinsing, refining, screening, web forming, drying, coiling, and slitting. Counting craftsmen and There are only fifteen ninjas and me in total. In addition, this batch of ninjas will be rotated out soon, and the next batch of newcomers will have to teach them what to do again. Just a few days after training a successful hand, It’s their monthly shift change period again, and our efficiency hasn’t improved much.”

The daimyo nodded: "Human resources are indeed a problem. You can't use people who work on the land."

"Yes, Your Highness, the housing renovation project you asked me to prepare is also short of manpower." Nara Shikaji and Tobirama appeared behind the fence.

"Your Highness," Hyuga Masanori led the Akimichi strong horse to jump off the roof, "there may be a group of bandits in the forest to the north of the village. When I was delivering goods today, I saw a few sentries dressed as bandits in the woods on the other side of the river. .”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone instantly reached an agreement: internal development can be carried out later, and external enemies must disappear first.The Uchiha brothers immediately mobilized their chakra and prepared to teleport away, waiting for the Daimyo's order to call back the adult ninjas who were stationed at the cement factory to move bricks for Sakahara Tomaki.

But the daimyo's eyes suddenly lit up: "Come in first."

"Your Highness." Finally got a combat mission. Everyone was gearing up and unwilling to give up.

The daimyo waved his hand: "In the morning, Senju Hiroshi asked me for three people and went to the north. He didn't tell me his intention and only said that it was a matter of duty. Now it seems that the adult ninjas have already discovered that an enemy is approaching. .”

"Huh?" The young ninjas were discouraged.The cooked duck flapped its wings and flew.

But the daimyo laughed out loud: "Don't worry, this group of bandits is so calm. They must not be ordinary gangsters. There will definitely be a chance for you to play."

He pointed to the house: "Let us wait for Shuangye first, he should be back from the town soon."

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