[Hokage] After losing my memory, I became a super god in the ninja world

Compared to the lofty and majestic peaks and capitals of the Kingdom of Thunder, the heart of the Kingdom of Fire is more like a luxurious creation soaked in color and brilliance, with the graceful atmosphere of a wealthy country flowing everywhere.

It is a typical Pingcheng with flat terrain and convenient transportation. In the north, relying on the natural defense of the River of Fire, a large wilderness with favorable conditions stretches east and west. Cavalrymen guarding the capital often ride on it. From a distance, they can see greenery in spring, flowers in summer, fruitful fruits in autumn, and silvery white in winter.

Now is the most suitable time of the year in early autumn, and the blue of the sky is cleaner than ever, an almost purple cornflower blue. The guards of the capital also wore silver tassels on their armors. When they came and went, a sense of nobility and dignity that was different from other places was naturally revealed.

A pass is required to enter a country. Usually, the material outside the document can represent the identity of the visitor. The nobles and city lords were wrapped in silk embroidery, the merchants were wrapped in ordinary cotton, and the peasants were mostly wrapped in mulberry and linen.

What was delivered to the guards that day was a piece of fine brocade embroidered with fox patterns. The sharp-eyed people quickly connected them with the superior martial arts practitioners, and almost chose to let them go after a few glances.

"In the words of a ninja..."

When stamping, the guard said with some advice, "You must abide by the rules in the city. Your team is not small. Only by reining in your subordinates can you avoid smearing the adults."

The black-haired man who was leading a group of people dressed as samurai and ninjas smiled kindly. He gently held the pass and then sent it to the two-wheeled carriage with the largest honor guard in the group.

The car curtain, embroidered with rhombus patterns and light pink lotus flowers, made the people inside shadowy. A gentle female voice sounded, expressing gratitude for the exchange. The guard put down the big stone in his heart and waved to open the gate specially prepared for nobles to travel by the city wall.

The sound of wheels crunching across the stone road gradually faded away. The guard's eyes moved away from this group of ceremonial knights. The last knight on horseback in the formation had his back straight and a young lady slung at his waist. The top hat that bound his hair covered his eyebrows. Only a small piece of his smooth lower jaw could be seen in the distance. .

It looks...a little too dainty.

This brief doubt flashed in the guard's mind. And when the warrior turned his face sideways, and his pupils flashed across his face, this little doubt was quickly abandoned to the depths of his brain, and he would never think of it again in this life.

"Lord Zhenyuan."

Nara Shikana, who calmly fell behind and took the reins, moved his lips, kept his gaze forward, and only whispered, "How is the situation with the guards?"

As I sat on the horse, my eyes swept across this city with thousands of years of history. At the corners of the city wall, there were defensive formations nested one after another.

The Fire Nation's research focuses on the transformation of chakra and other energy. The defensive formations on the city walls rely on earth escape to transfer the huge energy intercepted from the northern river, and then convert it into basic power to support the protection of the entire city.

"It looks very orderly. The troops trained by Changshu and Zhengzheng are not useless." I said in a low voice, keeping a gentle smile on my face, "The main force is about two thousand. The ones guarding the entrance and exit are the city defenses, hidden in the The ones in the dark are the ninjas, the ones outside are probably the cavalry elites who are galloping around for a moment, and as for the pier in the back next to the water, there will probably be more ninjas assigned to them."

"Similarly, a special detection net has been set up for the perception of chakra. What can be felt now is that there are about fifty households per outpost. The main city is densely populated and the secondary auxiliary cities are sparse."

The Nara clan leader couldn't help but press it on the side of his neck, making a clicking sound. He showed a wry smile and said dumbly, "I thought the daimyo and nobles were unprepared..."

who knew...

"That's really underestimating how much they care about their lives. When the Fire Nation controlled the lifeline of the ninjas, they should have thought of this half-use and half-threat approach. They are always very sensitive to their real opponents."

That's why he spared no effort to catch the ninja. I thought, hitting the horse's belly with both feet, "Keep your posture, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are watching us."

Nara Shikana's expression tightened. As a think-tank type figure, he single-handedly arranged this entry into the city with great fanfare. There are too many nobles in the capital, so hiding in the city is a good choice, as long as you make sure not to expose any mistakes.

Fortunately, when it comes to investigation and counter-investigation, no ninja I have seen before can compare to my leader.

When the vague gaze from behind left, Nara Shikana looked gratefully. He will never underestimate the nobles again, and he will go all out in the tough battles ahead.

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To be able to buy an independent and spacious house and courtyard in the capital, where land is at a premium, requires not only money, but also power.

Because the sign outside the mansion bears a variation of the family crest of water (source), most ordinary officials would choose to take a detour when they saw it. Over time, one road became transcendent and desolate in the capital itself.

Tuk-tuk-tuk. Today, the music that broke the silence sounded.

The young man with black hair and black eyes stood in front of the door, tapping his fingers unconsciously on his forearm. When the slow team dragging the horse-drawn carriage arrived, he suddenly raised his face, and his eyes, half covered by his long hair, scanned everyone sharply in the gap, and finally aimed at the rear end covered by the figure.

"..."

Really...

Reluctantly putting his hand to his forehead, the young man showed a comfortable smile that was rarely seen recently. He allowed the leader to cross the gate, moved the carriage to the corner alley behind, the woman with long curly hair bowed and left, and the ninja sneaked into the blind corner of the house...

Until a figure stood at a distance of less than half an arm's length and handed his hand to him——

boom,

Holding that hand, the connected person was pulled into the embrace without much effort. Madara hugged his sister tightly, whom he had not contacted for a long time, and pressed his hands on the bones of his back. It was very easy to find that the body was still calm and motionless.

"Well why have you lost so much weight?"

Unknown anger boiled in his heart, and the young man's tone became high-pitched and said, "Didn't father and Aunt Keiko prepare a lunch box for you?"

The man whose height had already reached the collarbone under his shoulders said in a muffled voice, "I've been growing recently, and I can't eat anywhere outside, so I just need to bring some dry food."

After groping along the spine, Madara placed his hand on the shoulder blade where stiffness is common among knife users. You can feel the supple muscles through the fabric, and there are no tangled meridians under the chakra probe.

Smacking his lips lightly, he said dryly, "Okay, that's not bad. It's not as hard as Izuna."

The person in his arms finally smiled at these awkward words. She also made a big hug and ran her fingers through her long black hair. "I was in charge of the clan's medical care back then. No one knows better than me about taking care of yourself."

Slowly, the young man closed his eyes, his eyelashes hanging down relaxedly. If there were subordinates who were familiar with him, they would be shocked into plaster statues, because it was so rare.

Despite his reluctance, Madara still tried to loosen his arms after a few breaths. The second before leaving, the finger turned midway and hooked up the black top hat.

I chose to tie my hair back this time and raised my face in surprise. Madara coughed slightly and his eyes wandered, "Isn't Izuna already prepared the matching autumn yellow wide sleeves and thin-soled clogs? Why are you interested in dressing up?" As a warrior, the chariot and horse just came over, and I thought the person sitting inside was you..."

He is changing the subject.

I'm very aware of that fact, and that excuse is as bad as it gets.

But Brother Ban, who was trying not to explain what he had just done, looked like a hairy dumpling trying desperately to make amends after making a mistake. I have a hunch that if I don't follow him at this time, I will end up with a big cat with big fur and hard to coax.

"Well... the kimono is still not conducive to reaction. I just want to try the feeling of riding a horse." I said, pointing to the laces where the sword is held, "Look, here, Izuna picked it. In a sense, it is Fulfill his little wish."

Seen through.

Madara suddenly felt like his teeth were itching. In order not to cross the line, he had never rubbed her head as hard as he did with his younger brother.

And now, he very, very much wants to do it directly!

Brother Ban’s eyes are not right. I quickly reacted to this fact, and took the initiative to reach out and lead him through the door, "Don't talk about this, how is life in the capital? I control the Lin Chuanli family, and that old fox Nagasuke Kanemasa didn't get in the way."

"..."

The end of his eyebrows raised, looking at the intertwined hands, Madara calmly turned them around. The bones of a ninja must be softened by soaking in herbs before they become pliable. Behind the countless seals are hard training and difficult times.

...If she were born into a privileged aristocratic family, she wouldn't have to go through all this.

Madara thought accidentally while taking steps. But in a blink of an eye, he threw this thought to the back of his mind: No, according to Zhenyuan's character, if she was born in a family without the ability to protect herself, the first thing she would do is find the strongest person or force and try to control the power. In your own hands.

and so……

No matter what, I will step into the world of ninjas. Given the opportunity to choose between the two, Uchiha was more qualified, and she would eventually become involved with them.

"Chang Shu's attitude is consistent with the aristocracy's uncertainty and refusal."

Madara answered after a very brief pause, his tone unknowingly becoming more relaxed, "In the beginning, I had to rely on him to get to know the officials who were in charge of paperwork and administration. But after realizing that that kind of help would charge [interest], my father chose Let’s try our strength first.”

"So everyone in the clan who had dealt with the nobles came here to help."

Hearing this, I suddenly thought of something and looked at the people next to me carefully. Through the overlapping collars, you can see that he tied his hair back with a jade button and wore a haori hakama with a body tattoo.

——His personal temperament was always bright when we met again. I didn’t even notice that in terms of appearance, Madara was already a standard nobleman of the Fire Nation... It’s unbelievable, but that was Madara who regarded the clan uniform as a symbol from the bottom of his heart. !

"I'm thinking of something offensive again."

Madara stabbed the side of my face "viciously", "Even if I'm not good at communicating with nobles, I still have to learn what I need to learn for the sake of the alliance. Just a little change, as an Uchiha, of course I have to be able to do it!"

Such a tough-talking person is indeed Madara. I blinked and motioned for him to continue.

The man who felt guilty after poking at him put his hands in his wide sleeves. The black feather fabric covered his particularly aggressive and handsome facial features. With his serious expression, he looked a bit like an aristocrat:

"After that, we continued to contact and negotiate with them. Usually, after knowing that we are ninjas, the officials' reaction is relatively big. But the wealth, the long-term advances and the analysis of interests still make some officials turn to us."

"The officials selected are those who are more talkative in front of the daimyo, but not practical. As long as there is a little bit of words echoing in the vast room, Hayashikawa Toshiie and Nagasu Kanemasa will not become conspicuous."

"..."

I looked at Madara in silence. What lies behind these simple words should be a young man who is proud to the point of wantonness. He is constantly being hit, but is determined not to give up, so he chooses to temper himself little by little and become calm.

At that time, I could stop him from bowing and backhand, and Tajima could send him to the most sinister and treacherous place in this country to show him what human heart is.

What he lost during this period, and what he stubbornly held on to, were all things that no one knew but could only be held in his hands and embedded in his bones.

...This person who is smiling at me, has he ever thought about how much he has paid?

The road ends, and the centrally located residence is within easy reach. Exhibiting his sleeves, Madara stopped and opened up a simple corridor and rockery stone path in a courtyard. He said with a slight hesitation, "I knew you would come, so I prepared the courtyard in advance."

"It should be... very similar to home, right?"