The last boss of the ninja world

"What! Uchiha Fugaku and Tanino Musashi had a conflict?"

In the Hokage's office, Hiruzen Sarutobi received reports from the Security Department and ANBU ninjas at the same time.

He immediately dropped the pile of pending documents on his desk and anxiously jumped out of the window and ran to Shrine Street.

"Hokage-sama, wait for me..."

The assistant who has been with Sarutobi Hiruzen for many years has never seen the Hokage so panicked.

Even at the beginning, when he heard that the Kingdom of Rain declared war on the Kingdom of Iron, Lord Hokage never showed a strange look on his face.

Difficulty: Is Tanino Musashi really a relative of the Hokage?

The assistant thought so, Sarutobi Hiruzen had already thrown him away so that he couldn't see the taillights.

shrine street,

Fugaku rolled up his sleeves and fought naked with Musashi. Neither of them used ninjutsu, nor did they use chakra to bless taijutsu. They simply competed in calculations and physical strength.

Hara Musashi once received the [Strong Body] reward, and his muscle strength has long reached the limit of a ninja.

In this world, in terms of physical strength alone, there is probably only one Senju Hashirama who can compete with Musashi.

"Fuck, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Physical strength is an advantage, but Musashi's physical skills are far from elegant.

If it weren't for the rogue fighting style of exchanging blood for blood, Fugaku would have been pushed to the ground and rubbed. Even so, every time Fugaku was punched by Musashi, he would be hit by Fugaku several times.

Since neither of them used chakra means, the number of onlookers grew.

Before that, Musashi was just an unknown ninja in Shrine Street, and his reputation was only spread among the women on the street who admired men.

And who is Uchiha Fugaku?

He is the most talented ninja in the Uchiha family in recent decades, and a big shot in the shrine street that everyone knows.

A big shot fighting a ninja with his bare hands really whetted everyone's appetite, and they all commented on every move on the field.

"Who is this guy named Musashi? He can resist being beaten so much."

In the crowd, increasingly blatant discussions reached the ears of Fugaku and Musashi.

Musashi took another punch and took three steps back. Fugaku took advantage of the gap and did not pursue Musashi. Instead, he shouted at the crowd: "Get out, if you interfere with my fight again, I will fight you too!"

Fugaku was extremely angry. The dignified leader of his clan was reduced to fighting in the streets like a little Yakuza. After all, his face was a bit unbearable.

"Stupid guy, can you only be incompetent and furious?"

Musashi stabilized his body and did not take the opportunity to counterattack. Instead, he shrugged indifferently and teased Fugaku.

Fugaku originally wanted to find a step to stop the meaningless fight, but after hearing Musashi's words, the anger in his chest reached a fever pitch again.

So he picked up his fist and attacked Musashi's face again.

Do you want to hit someone in the face or not? Did I give you a face?

Musashi had already figured out Fugaku's path, and his fist was about to hit the bridge of his nose. Musashi covered his fist with one hand, then twisted his body and punched Fugaku in the cheek with his backhand.

"Pfft~"

For some reason, the fist that should have been easily dodged hit Fugaku hard at the base of his ear. A mouthful of blood mixed with Fugaku's nose splashed onto the dilapidated ground.

Bleeding, bleeding...

After fighting for so long, someone finally bled first between the two.

Unexpectedly, the person who was bleeding turned out to be Uchiha Fugaku!

Obviously Musashi received so many punches, but why was Fugaku the most seriously injured?

Uchiha Mikoto was dumbfounded.

At this moment, she was more nervous than any of the onlookers. She squeezed the white flesh of her thighs so tightly that her snow-white thighs almost turned blood red.

"Don't fight..."

If you can't kill anyone like this, it will only make people around you laugh at you.

After a long time, Mikoto finally let out a hoarse roar, regardless of the risk of being accidentally injured by the two of them.

Holding a handkerchief, he stopped in front of Fugaku, leaving his back to Musashi who might punch him at any time, and then wiped the blood from the corner of Fugaku's mouth distressedly.

"Go away."

Fugaku pushed Mikoto away ungratefully and stared at Musashi fiercely again.

But Musashi just shook his head. This time he did not mock again. He just turned to look at Mikoto and said to Mikoto with some emotion: "I think you should know who you really like."

Mikoto was stunned for a few seconds, not understanding what Musashi meant at all.

Fugaku punched Musashi on the chin, dislocating Musashi's chin. Musashi did not dodge and stopped the attack.

"Bah, you don't talk about martial arts." Musashi pinched his chin, reset it, spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and said to Mikoto: "From beginning to end, I received a total of 37 punches, all punched to the flesh."

"And you never had the courage to come out and stop us."

"But this guy only took five punches from me, and you stood up on the fifth punch."

Musashi pointed at Fugaku, his expression seemed a little aggrieved, and said: "You tried to use your back to help him block my injury, but you never thought that I might also be injured by him."

"Musashi, please listen to my explanation. It's not what you think. It's really not..."

"Listen to me first."

Musashi waved his hand, interrupting Mikoto's panicked excuse.

"I don't know what happened between you, but I only met you a few times, and you said you like me, which troubles me a lot."

"I admit, I may be a little handsome, but that shouldn't be the reason for you to like me."

"Haven't you discovered yet? The person you like is not actually me."

Musashi forced out a forced smile, then pointed at Fugaku and said: "The person you really like has always been this guy."

"I just happened to appear at this time, I happened to be a bit handsome, I happened to be close to your age, and I happened to have saved your life during the mission."

"So, I should have become a shield for you to avoid your feelings for him."

"Even if it weren't for me, there would be another unfortunate person you would use to block the arrow."

"No, it's not like that..." Mikoto waved her hand quickly, came in front of Musashi, grabbed Musashi's palm, and explained with an unusually frightened expression: "I really like you, I didn't use you to block the arrow."

"Silly girl," Musashi took out his palm and gently touched Mikoto's head.

Fugaku stood aside blankly, looking at Mikoto with uncertain eyes.

He had also suspected this, but what came out of Musashi's mouth had completely different effects than what he had guessed.

"Don't let yourself regret..."

Musashi held Mikoto's shoulders and put his face close to Mikoto's. Their noses were touching and their eyes were staring at each other.

"Looking into my eyes, I know your true inner thoughts. I think you told yourself the same thing, don't let yourself regret it."

Don't let yourself regret it... Why does he know what I'm thinking?

It was the first time that I was so close to Musashi, and the person I had been thinking about for half a year was so close to me, but why didn’t I feel any emotion at all?

I obviously feel very happy when I think of him, but why is he so close, he seems like a stranger.

"Don't let yourself regret it! What you will really regret is not missing me, but him."

Musashi tilted his head to block Mikoto's sight.

From the side of Musashi's neck, Mikoto saw Fugaku's extremely familiar face.

"Boom"

"dong dong"

"Boom..." Mikoto heard her own heartbeat. She split her lips tremblingly and called out to Fugaku: "Brother Fugaku."