Create a copy from the leaves

The words 'card merchant' echoed in the huge palace, and Senju Hashirama was frightened.

He was full of confidence when he came, but after entering the Fire City, what he saw and heard completely exceeded his imagination. His confidence had already dropped to the point. When these four words appeared, he finally felt the danger.

Or a threat.

Neither the dungeon nor the NPC appearing in the Fire City can stop the Ninja Alliance. The enemy can still be defeated after all. The worst result is that the [Dark World] can take root in the Ninja World, and then the Ninja World becomes It's just a chaotic world where light and darkness, good and evil coexist, in Konoha and the City of Fire.

They will not be thrown into the evil camp and become enemies of the good camp.

"Daimyo, what does the card merchant mean?"

"Just follow me."

The daimyo stood up and walked to a bookshelf against the wall. He didn't know which mechanism was triggered. The bookshelf moved like a door, revealing a dark and deep tunnel.

"Crench, crunch."

Senju Hashirama looked at the daimyo's back gradually disappearing into the depths of the trail, and quickly got up and chased after him.

He didn't know if there were other mechanisms inside, but this was the only opportunity. Risks and opportunities always coexisted, and he had no time to hesitate here.

"Ah."

Unexpectedly, the end of the tunnel turned out to be a valley filled with singing birds and fragrant flowers. Senju Hashirama had long been accustomed to the harsh environment of the City of Fire with dark skies and dark earth, but he was still a little unaccustomed to the sudden sight of the sun.

"These flowers must be very fragrant, right?"

Senju Hashirama calmed down for a while, and gradually opened his sour eyes. He looked at the flower that the daimyo had just picked, and didn't know how to answer.

"It's been almost three months, Hashirama, including me, all life in the Fire City has lost their sense of taste and smell for almost three months."

"Do you know how painful this is?"

The little light yellow flower suddenly fell to the grass. The daimyo twisted his body wildly, and the sound of "crunching" kept ringing.

He didn't seem happy.

"Hashirama! Have you ever thought about how a person would go home after a busy day as usual, have a meal, take a shower at most, and then just lie on the bed and fall asleep? What he originally did He dreamed of marrying his girlfriend, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he had turned into a skeleton."

"I remember that day when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my own hands, only the bones of my hands. Then I opened my quilt and saw my whole body. Finally, in front of the mirror, I realized that my whole body was different. Speaking of meat, not even a single hair is left!”

"Reiko tied up her hair by herself! Did you know!"

"Now we can only tell the gender by the hair tied on the head."

The daimyo kept scratching his skull, as if this could bring back some human memories.

"Daimyo, calm down!"

Hashirama wanted to step forward and grab the daimyo's hands to force him to stop, but when he was still about one meter away, he was suddenly ejected and hit a tree not far away.

"Calm down? Hashirama, what qualifications do you have to say these two words in front of me now?"

"You can't even get close to me now!"

A wave of waves suddenly erupted from the daimyo's body. This wave swept across the entire valley, just like a typhoon passing through. Leaves were flying and dead branches were everywhere. Senju Hashirama, who had just stood up, fell down again soon after.

"Hashirama, my power has long surpassed yours now! Do you know?!"

"Graffa, Demis, and Zoke, do you know how many enemies I have stopped for you!"

"Without me, the ninja world would have been destroyed long ago!"

The daimyo roared angrily, venting his unwillingness.

He had a choice at the beginning, because before the army of the [Dark Realm] could break through the City of Fire, those powerful men from another world descended on him one by one.

The Fire Temple has lived up to the thousands of years of sacrifices made by the Fire Nation. They have fulfilled their original promise and prevented the Fire City from being invaded by the [Dark World] at the cost of all their members dying in battle.

The great and strong monks shed their last drop of blood outside the walls of the City of Fire. After the last ninja monk was killed, the daimyo finally woke up from the abyss of power. The power of the Bone King frightened After all the enemies were retreated, the City of Fire returned to the quiet and peaceful state of the past.

Only this time they are no longer enjoying life as humans.

They all turned into [white bones].

"Forget it, I won't bully you anymore, he's here."

The daimyo suddenly stopped. The person he was waiting for had already arrived.

"Haha, the Bone King of the Ninja World, if you want to conduct transactions, you can go directly to the store I opened in your place. Why do you need to be here? And it is still in this way."

A dark figure suddenly appeared in the distant sky, flew over quickly, and landed next to the daimyo. Under his feet was a piece of turned black soil.

This is a good location that he specially selected. There is no grass taking root here, and no ants building nests here.

He doesn't like to harm any living thing.

"It's not me who is trading with you this time, it's him." The daimyo glanced at Senju Hashirama who had just climbed up, and shouted loudly: "Hashirama! Come here quickly!"

"Okay, come right over!"

Senju Hashirama ignored the dirt and leaves clinging to his body and rushed over quickly.

"Hashirama? This is the God of Ninja you told me about before? Are you sure he can pacify the invaders of [Dark World]?"

The card merchant took a look at Senju Hashirama who was running. His age seemed to be around 50 or [-] years old. He was still in the prime of life among ordinary humans. The red armor also looked very powerful, matching the pair of shoes at his feet. The straw sandals don't match, and the long black hair on that end. . .

Are you sure it won't affect the battle?

Senju Hashirama was also sizing up the card merchant. He had a slanted blue mask on his face. The face under the mask looked like a profiteer. On his head was a big top hat. This top hat made him His hair was covered, and he was wearing a black cloak that could wrap around his whole body. He didn't look like a very approachable person.

Like a criminal.

"Hello, Mr. Hashirama, what do you want to buy? Do you want to take a look at our menu first?"

Senju Hashirama just stopped, and before he could stand still, he saw a small notebook. The length and width of the notebook were thirty and twenty centimeters respectively, and the thickness was about two centimeters. There should be many cards in it that he had never seen before.

"Haha, let me take a look first. Are you businessman so eager to sell your products?"

'A merchant selling cards?'Are there other forces behind him? '

What he said was different from what he thought. While Senju Hashimoto accepted this menu, he was also wondering whether the card merchant was worth the transaction.

Although this person was introduced by the daimyo, the daimyo was not free from suspicion.

Is not it?