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

Fire Temple was built in the Kamakura period and was the headquarters of the Pure Land Shinshu sect of Buddhism. The first abbot, Hirojo Shang, had a close relationship with Rokupola Tankai, who managed the western side of the continent on behalf of the shogunate at that time. Even so, it still experienced many wars. The invasion gradually moved from Kyoto to the center of the Fire Country. Today, the temple is only three days away from the Muto family's Saga Castle.

It can almost be said that as soon as they left Saga, they entered the sphere of influence of the Fire Temple.

Madara held the package in his hand and the bamboo basket on his shoulder, carefully observing the travelers coming and going.In order to prevent bandits from ambush, the denser trees on both sides of the road were cut down to wooden piles, completely unable to block the strong sunshine in Jixia.Most of the passers-by were small traders and farmers. Most of them wore short brown shorts that only reached their thighs. Not to mention hiding knives and swords, they couldn't even hide their crotch cloth when they bent down.

After looking at countless pairs of hairy legs, Madara couldn't help but rub his eyes.

"Hey, the burdock on that stall is of good quality. I'm going to ask him how to sell it." Tianhai Renji pulled up his clogs, half of his hairy legs were exposed with his rolled-up hakama, and he flew to the front of the shop under the umbrella.After seeing him chatting happily for a few words, the burdock merchant lost his tiredness and started chatting with him warmly.

Madara and the blond-haired mountain ninja looked at each other and followed fate: "Master Tianhai, if we add more luggage, I'm afraid we won't be able to reach the inn tonight."

"It doesn't matter, I can still take it," Tianhai smiled and took away the package from the two of them and skillfully stuffed it into his own bamboo basket, "No gift is too much for Master."

Let's knock him out and take him away, otherwise this damn mission will end in a month and a half. Madara read this message from the unfocused eyes of the mountain ninja, but in the blink of an eye, the burly middle-aged man returned to his seriousness. : "Is something wrong?"

"I'm going to get some water. Do you need help?" Madara replied expressionlessly.

"No need." The mountain ninja shook his head coldly, as if shaking his head any more would be a waste of energy.Madara glanced at the empty water bottle on his body, unloaded the bamboo basket, and almost made a big hole in the ground.

I have been comfortable for too long and have fallen into a fixed mindset.As Madara pushed aside the reeds and trudged towards the river beach, he reflected on his mistake.

I am now on a mission with foreign ninjas. They are not trustworthy, and they will not trust me. With just a small bottle of specially prepared poison, Tianhai, the key figure in this negotiation, will die silently.Once they think I am suspicious, the Yamanaka clan, who are directly responsible to the Sakahara family and the Yamagata family, can immediately use secret techniques to control my mind without asking for instructions. Maybe I won't even have time to open the Sharingan.

Speaking of the Sharingan... My father wrote in a letter, "Practice diligently is the foundation of Ninja." The evolution of the Sharingan is inseparable from increasing the amount of chakra and improving proficiency. This shows that the recent training is still too lax.

Staring at the slowly rotating single magatama reflected in the water, Madara clenched his fists.The river flows monotonously, reed flowers bloom in the wilderness, and the body bends lightly when the wind blows.

The reflection twitched its nose slightly.

The water was not flowing very slowly, and a few egrets in the distance skimmed the water from time to time, causing ripples on the river surface.Gradually some floating objects appeared in the clear water, first a straw sandal, then a sleeve, and then a scabbard.

At the end is a dead man.

Madara had stood up, holding shurikens in his fingers, and carefully looked at the drifter whose body was about to be separated.The spots on his body that could not be completely disappeared when he hit the rocks showed that he died at least four hours ago. All the blood had long since flowed out. The wounds deep in his neck where the bones could be seen were white and swollen, leaving only a thin layer of tendons and skin to support his body. The two ends were pulled together, leaving the traveler dressed as a ronin with the dignity of a complete corpse. 7K妏揩

The corpse was stuck among a few reeds, and fish began to gather in its shadow to enjoy a feast. The few egrets landed on the other side, staring at Madara for a moment.

Do you think I've delayed your meal?These beasts.Madara emptied the water bottle and threw a pebble at the birds, causing them to scatter.

The water surface became completely quiet, and even the running water seemed to be stagnant.Madara had already taken a few steps, but by some strange coincidence, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked towards the water again.

The clouds are drifting far away, and the rain is spraying across the long river.Flying low to the belly of the faint ridge, leaning towards the rocks.Heavy rain blocked the way for travelers. In the canyon cave, a small bonfire burned tenaciously, casting three dark figures on the stone wall.

Hashirama took off his straw sandals, burned a senbon on the fire, and pricked the newly-made blisters on his feet.The smell of roasted flesh made him frown.

"I have a ponytail here, do you need it?" The young ninja next to him was baking his coat with the Nara clan emblem, and looked at him.

Hashirama quickly dismissed the unpleasant memories that were about to solidify and put on a self-deprecating smile: "No, no, thank you. I am a skilled worker in picking up blisters. I haven't been injured much recently, so my skills are a bit rusty."

Comfort makes people lazy. Before coming to the daimyo, he had developed a pair of thick and invulnerable feet, and he would no longer complain of foot pain while on the road.He thought as he looked at the wound on his foot that slowly stopped bleeding.

"Call me Ojiro." The Nara ninja smiled easily. As he moved, the large scar extending from his left cheek to his collar twisted into folds like cloth.

O, meaning male deer, is associated with the Nara clan's worship of the deer god. This convoluted name is most likely just a code name.The memory of fire became clear again in Hashirama's mind.It must be very painful to be burned like that.

"You don't know how much the rest of us envy you, kid," Ojiro gently pressed the scar on his neck, "The tasks are light, the accommodation is good, the rotation is short, the superiors are lenient, and the pay is more. These are all Even if one of the conditions falls on us, we have to go to the Kasuga Taisha Shrine to thank the warriors."

Hashirama stood up and washed his hands in the rain outside the cave: "If you can change places with me, can you?"

"Of course. So what do I do on weekdays?"

Canaan, who had been meditating with his eyes closed like Bodhidharma in the corner of the stone wall, suddenly opened his eyes.

"As long as I have fun with His Highness, everything will be fine." Hashirama shrugged.

"So simple?"

"It's that simple, but His Highness likes to use allusions when speaking, so you can't understand it, right? So you have to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics; His Highness is good at reciting poems and composing poems, so you can't help but know what to praise, right? So you have to read poems. Song Fu; Your Highness has a noble status and elegant hobbies. You can't embarrass him, right? So you have to practice piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to cultivate your sentiments, and being able to play drums, music and dance to entertain is a bonus..."

"...It's so simple!"

Amidst the laughter, Hashirama secretly noticed that Canaan closed his eyes again.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the water droplets fell into a curtain at the entrance of the cave. They were constantly pushed into the cave by the wind, compressing the dry space that was not large in the first place.The hung coats are about to be half dry, and the emergency fire finally completes its mission, letting out its last sigh with light smoke.

"Boom—"

The darkness prevented the three of them from exchanging glances, but they immediately made the same reaction: they grabbed their luggage and ran out of the cave, stepping into the vast rain.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, reflected in three pairs of alert eyes.Taking advantage of this moment of light, Hashirama quickly judged the surrounding situation: several huge rocks fell from the top of the cliff and fell into the river. The river rolled over the stone beach. Fortunately, the structure of the cave was solid and it was safe and sound at the moment. However, the river water seemed to be in danger. Occupy the only hiding place for everyone.

"Go and see how the road conditions are!" Canaan hugged the mailbox wrapped in oilcloth tightly in his arms and loudly ordered the two ninjas.

In the blink of an eye, Nara Ojiro had climbed up the wet rock wall and tried his best to look into the distance, but Hashirama felt that it was useless. The heavy rain made it almost impossible to open his eyes, and the violent natural chakra confused the vision and hearing. Even five steps in the dark night Things outside the world must also be explored and explored with hands.

Nara had his own solution. When he appeared again, he brought a reply that the messenger team never wanted to hear: "A section of the mountain wall to the east collapsed, blocking the way from here."

Canaan's face is already dark. Will it darken even more when he hears this news?Hashirama guessed that he must have regretted his decision to go into the mountains to take shelter from the rain, because the daimyo repeatedly emphasized before the group set off: "You have to take the main road. If you can't go into the mountains, don't go into the mountains. If you can't go into the villages, don't go into the villages. Minimize contact with local snakes, and be sure to send the letter to Yanshan Temple/Fire Temple and have it personally reviewed by the abbot."

"Go outside the valley first." The whites of Canaan's eyes exuded a beast-like phosphorescence.

Aha, our team leader (captain) is sulking over his mistake, just like Tobirama.Hashirama glanced at Canaan's back, and both Ojiro and Ojiro followed his pace without hesitation, not intending to challenge the authority of the young samurai.

In fact, there are only two choices before everyone: one is to find a new exit along the direction perpendicular to the river, and the other is to return the same way.The risk factors of the two choices were similar, but Hashirama was confident that no matter which choice Canaan made, he would be able to escape with the fledgling team leader.

As for the Nara Scarface eldest brother, he is definitely not incompetent. The Nara clan has a deep relationship with the Sakahara family and the Yamagata family. Even the stronger Senju clan cannot shake its position. Father does not know how to leave for the sake of activities. I have gone through so many channels and written letters over and over again to get jealous (?)

——When Hashirama discovered that his way back was indeed blocked by rocks, he couldn't help but become curious about the secrets of Nara.

After the lightning, the cliffs were still slowly peeling off like old bark, hitting the valley with a deafening roar. The ground shook, making people's legs tremble.

"We have to find another way out." Canaan's voice sounded steady. If he hadn't suddenly sped up and twisted the beads, Hashirama wouldn't have been able to tell his fear.

There are no safe passages at both ends of the canyon. Behind you is the surging river carrying gravel, and in front of you are the dark and treacherous deep forests.The wound on his foot ached faintly, his vision was blurred, and his soaked clothes began to absorb body heat.

The strong wind pushed the three of them staggering. At this moment, a golden light flashed at the edge of the mountain forest.

There was a ringing sound.

"Who?" Hashirama put his right hand on the handle of the knife.

No one responded.The branches and leaves trembled, and dark shadows gradually spread out from the forest.

"Are you sure there is someone there?" Canaan looked around and tightened his grip on the package.

As if in response, once again, through the noise of rain, water, and thunder, the ringtone was clearly heard in everyone's ears.

Hashirama clenched the wet knife: "Why don't you answer? Is the other party a ninja? Is he attacking with sound? Or is he preparing for an attack?"

"I don't know which clan's ninjutsu it is. It may be to judge the distance between the two sides - Lord Canaan, block your ears and don't listen." The Nara ninja said in a serious tone.

"Is it okay to take another route...?" Canaan was guarded by two ninjas in the middle, and finally thought of asking for advice first.

Everything happens in an instant.The shadows on the edge of the woods rolled up violently like seaweed, suddenly rolling out a dry body that looked inhuman and inhuman.Thunder exploded on the treetops, and the fleeting flame illuminated the guy's true appearance.

The huge, disproportionate head was twisted, the things embedded in the eye sockets were shaking like yokan, and the lips were moving to reveal a disgusting and ugly smile:

"Want to come?"

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