The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

"Phew—I'm back!"

Nara pulled the overtired old cow hard and dragged the cow and the cart to the door of the izakaya.

The two of them walked for a whole day and midnight with an ox and a cart before returning. He's almost exhausted!

Once upon a time, he could lie down but never sit, and he could sit but never stand. Now he is working as a coachman and a cow and horse, almost becoming half a beast of burden. Now he is very much looking forward to someone coming out to help him.

The room was buzzing with people, and there was a constant sound of clinking glasses, occasionally mixed with the sweet laughter of a woman trying to smooth things over. No one heard the door call outside.

"It seems that Hirata is not back. Butterfly is the only one to support the scene, so he will probably be very busy." Izayoi jumped down from the carriage, took off his cloak and put it aside. "Let me help you."

"Ah! How can that be done? Can you move it?" Lu Jie heard this and immediately pulled the cart away bravely, fearing that Ji Jun would really move things.

"Why not? When I was alone in the wild, I would bleed myself when catching pheasants and rabbits."

Izayoi rolled up his sleeves, hugged a large porcelain bottle half a person's height in his arms and walked towards the back door.

The porcelain bottle feels delicate to the touch and has a clean background. It is actually a pure white thin vessel. Nothing could be seen at night, but Izayoi was already looking forward to its appearance in the sunshine tomorrow.

Among all the items brought back from the black market, this one is my favorite. I have been here for so long and this is the first time I have seen such large porcelain. Most ordinary people use pottery and straw baskets to hold things, and porcelain is almost a plaything of the rich. And it's still very small, so it's known as exquisite and compact. In fact, there is just not that much clay available, and the skills are not enough to make such a big bottle.

Holding the porcelain vase, she happily pushed open the small door to the backyard, thinking that maybe she could draw a picture of water lotus on it? It's a bit vulgar, but that's the one I saw the most in my previous life.

well. After leaving home, I realized that the most common things are actually the most missed.

The small door is unlocked and opens when pushed.

Izayoi was stunned for a moment, and the porcelain bottle in his hand was taken away instantly.

Hashirama carried the porcelain vase with one hand, and the half-human-height object seemed to have shrunk on his shoulder. He smiled at Izayoi, showing his big white teeth.

"Welcome home. Let me get it for you. Where did you go? Did you come back after so long? Have you eaten? There are some dishes in the kitchen. I'll get them for you."

He was dressed in a short coat of coarse cloth, and his head was wrapped with a square cloth. His clothes were scattered around his chest, revealing a white bandage wrapped around his abdomen. On a spring summer night, the coldness has not subsided yet, and he has already put on short-sleeved linen clothes? !

Izayoi couldn't help but wrap up her outer coat and asked strangely: "Aren't you cold? No, why are you here?"

"Hahahaha, it's a long story. The izakaya is short of manpower, and Madam Butterfly asked me to help out from behind."

Hashirama changed his hands and grabbed her arm, helped her in, and kicked the door shut at the same time.

The door latch fell down, and Shikasuke, who was holding a lot of things, was almost hit in the nose by the bounced door panel.

"Ci'ao! Who is so wicked! Ji-Jun, have you already gone up?"

Izayoi broke away from Hashirama's support and quickly opened the small door. Shikasuke held it in his hands, carried it on his back, and had a bundle on his head. Izayoi took off the baggage and wanted to share it, but before he could hold it tightly, Hashirama, who was following behind, lifted it over his head.

He asked in a fuss: "Why so many? Are you ready to move here permanently?"

Second O! Such a blatant attempt to spy on intelligence? Isn't it said that the leader of the Senju clan has a generous personality? Why is it so difficult to answer when he speaks. If the answer is yes, then you will have to ask where it was moved later. If the answer is no, there are so many things that cannot be explained.

Shikasuke blinked and looked at Jijun calmly.

Ji Jun lowered his eyes as if to endure, then raised a smile and pointed to the wooden table against the wall in a soft voice.

"Thank you Hashirama-kun for your help. Please leave it on the table."

"It's okay. If you need anything, just use me."

Now that you said so - Izayoi smiled and instructed Hashirama to move all the remaining items in the bullock cart into the courtyard.

It must be too big for Ji Jun to treat the God of Ninja like a handyman without any pressure. Shikasuke was dumbfounded and amazed.

"You go ahead and change out of Butterfly, and have a meal by the way. As long as there's no fuss, don't worry about it."

Lu Jie noticed that Ji Jun didn't call out his name, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly went to the front to find the butterfly.

"As for Hashirama-kun—" Izayoi took out the bag of money he had just collected from his sleeve, without counting how much, and stuffed it directly into the opponent's hand.

"Work has its own reward, and hands create wealth. Hashirama-kun is really a good man with noble character. I have learned. Please let me do the rest."

"Eh? It's too much. Let me do it..."

Izayoi ignored him. After a while, he found the yellow coat and green undershirt crumpled into a ball at the back of the main room. The moment I picked it up, the smell of a real man's sweat hit my nostrils.

Izayoi tried his best to control himself and changed from covering his nose to holding his forehead.

She turned around and smiled, and urged with a threatening tone: "Hashirama-kun, you don't want your brother to catch you fooling around in Tanshu Street again."

Izayoi thought that he had spoken to the extreme. No self-respecting man could withstand such ridicule. Unexpectedly, Hashirama seemed to have not noticed it, and laughed happily in surprise.

"That's amazing! How did you know that Tobirama is here too? He is drinking in front."

Hey!

Izayoi really wanted to curse.

She threw away her hand and went upstairs to rest without saying a word, regardless of Hashirama yelling at him below to stay.

Hearing the footsteps coming up from behind, she angrily pushed the person down from the second floor, opened the back door of the first floor, and pushed the person in.

"Please respect yourself, Hashirama-kun! Butterfly, give him the best wine! Shikasuke, take out the dice cup, leaf cards, flower notes, and □□, and play them all with him tonight!"

After saying that, she got into the room upstairs without looking back. But the glimpse of the beautiful face made the drinkers on the first floor immediately excited, shouting whether the real boss lady was here and how about asking her to come out and have a few drinks with her.

Hashirama's face suddenly fell, and there was a faint sense of displeasure and oppression.

Butterfly walked over with two tightly sealed wine jars in his arms, kicked one at a time, and knocked the troublemakers to the ground.

"Look at your virtues. You don't have much money, but you have a lot of demands. I'm not satisfied with serving you delicious food and drinks with a smile on my face. I want to turn the world upside down!"

When the patrons saw that the landlady was angry, several of her loyal lickers quickly emerged to take the lead in apologizing.

Butterfly rolled her eyes, avoided the dirty hands and squeezed to the table where she and Qian Shufei were sitting, and slammed the wine jar down.

Shikasuke relaxed, finally no longer having to compete head-on with the Senju Second Master. It was good to have a woman present, Butterfly ignored this guy's stinky face. Whether it was the Senju Clan leader or Senju Tobirama, the two famous bosses in the ninja world were not as important to her as Ji-kun's hair.

Fanaticism is fanaticism, as long as it works.

He stood up and waved to Senju Hashirama, who was dazed at the entrance of the stairs: "Master Hashirama, come here too. Since Ji-kun has spoken, your share today is free. I will definitely have a good time with you. happy."

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Beside the Nanga River, the land of the Uchiha clan.

Uchiha Houra jumped over the broken stone steps, jumped several times, and arrived at the door of the clan leader's house. He happened to meet Uchiha Fire Core who had accepted the mission and was about to go out.

The two exchanged glances, and Fire Core patted his shoulder. "Madara-sama is in a bad mood, please be careful what you say."

It seems that the interrogation has produced results. Huopu fisted with him and said with a smile: "I am Lord Izuna's bodyguard. Lord Madara will not embarrass me."

Just be mentally prepared. Huo He shook his head and waved goodbye to him. There is a new mission on the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind, and he wants to lead the team out. The clan's guards can only be handed over to Huopu.

He left the door open, and Huopu went in directly, locked it with his backhand, and left the illusion to mislead. The yard seemed to have experienced a violent storm, and the stone piles used for training were chopped into pieces.

Huo Pu was silent for a moment, keeping Huo He's advice in mind.

Opening his Sharingan, he bypassed several genjutsu protections and came to the place where debris was piled in the backyard.

Madara and Izuna are wearing home shorts and are training each other with moves.

Hearing the footsteps, Izuna was distracted and looked at Kaura to say hello. But Madara didn't. He concentrated on attacking, and with one sweep, he tripped his brother to the ground. He took a step forward and pinned the kunai to his throat.

"You were careless, Izuna. You shouldn't have."

Quan Nai lay on the ground and defended for a while, then finally gave up and spread his limbs, saying shamelessly: "That's because the opponent is my brother. Isn't it normal for a younger brother to lose to his older brother?"

Madara shook his head and stopped, taking out a cloth and throwing it to him to wipe his sweat. "You have this kind of character, you are too confident. No matter who the enemy is, no matter how well you know him, you must go all out with the caution of the first encounter."

"Hi! Hi! Brother is really verbose. Father has said before that you are more like my mother, and you especially like to worry."

"Nonsense! Respect your father and mother!"

Madara glared at him and opened his clothes to get some air. He had been training all morning and was a little hot. He turned around and nodded to Huopu. "Did Fire Core tell you about changing guard duty?"

Huopu smiled and answered the clan leader's question: "I've already said it."

"That's good. Come down with me and see if you can find anything else."

Quan Nai bounced up from the ground like a carp and shouted: "Eh? I'm going too. I brought the person back!"

Madara angrily picked up his brother's back collar, opened the sliding door of his room, and threw him in.

"You stayed up all night and used your Sharingan! Go back and close your eyes and rest for a whole day and a night!"

Before Izuna could continue to refute, Madara quickly closed the sliding door and moved a pot of green pine to hold it up. The sound of people rolling back and forth and loudly begging for mercy could be heard in the room, and Madara wiped his hands with cold sweat. Fortunately, I moved quickly. If I were hugged on the thigh like when I was a child, I wouldn't be able to refuse.

He turned around and saw Huopu's eyes widening. He put up his hands in a show of dignity and coughed.

"Quenna is a bit noisy at home, but she behaves well at other times."

Huopu nodded in agreement. "The youngest one always likes to be close to his elder brothers and sisters." He also has younger brothers and sisters, but now only one sister is left who is married.

Seeing him being so righteous, Madara waved his hand and designated him as one of his own. "You have just been transferred, and you are older than Izumi. When you assist him in the future, remember to give more advice and don't be careless, let alone rush in."

"Yes." Madara-sama is very easy to talk to. Why does Huo He look solemn and solemn?

"Let's go."

Huo Pu followed Madara down the stairs from the secret passage under the main house, walked straight to the end, and arrived at the prison located in the heart of the mountain.

Huopu put his fingers to his lips and spit out a fireball. In the prison, the light flashed away. Two people were vaguely visible hanging on one side of the stone wall. There was a torch stuck on the stone wall on the other side, lighting it up.

The flame burst into flames, and the damp wick sparkled, and the amplified brightness illuminated the entire stone prison in an instant.

Aside from one of the bodies that was obviously about to die, the other one chained to the wall was the young patriarch of the Hagoromo clan whom he had dealt with several times.

Madara had already strode forward, and Huoura followed quietly to protect him. His eyes swept over the dried black and red marks on the ground, and his eyes couldn't help but wander a little.

This is torture. I just don’t know who did it.

Madara hit the stone wall next to him with his fist, causing the iron chain to rustle.

"Tell me! Apart from ambushing my father and Izuna, what else have you done?! Did you betray my father's last whereabouts to the Senju?"

Huopu's eyelids twitched, the corners of his raised eyes slowly flattened, and his expression became cold.

Hagoromo, who was hung on the wall, laughed loudly, then coughed and vomited a pool of black blood.

"You are just a big fool. Uchiha Madara, you are just a complete fool. You and your Uchiha clan know nothing. You are all trash! Abandoned, trash that no one wants!"

puff!

A short knife was inserted directly into Hagoromo's thigh.

Huopu softly persuaded the patriarch who was about to lose his mind: "Please allow your subordinates to do the work for you."

Madara clenched his fists and sat down, hitting the ground hard.

The clan leader is a truly good person and will not attack innocent people during missions. As long as he persists like this, he will not even deliberately cause damage on the battlefield.

Master Izuna took on this responsibility. Now that he is gone, Huo Pu, as the bodyguard, should take over.

Houra showed his Sharingan, with three black magatama tails on a scarlet background that stretched extremely long.

Madara groaned when he saw it. This is a sign of impending change. Could there be another kaleidoscope in the clan?

"hahahahahahahaha!"

Yu Yi Ren was still laughing wildly, but she obviously lacked stamina and was unconscious. The laughter became intermittent and sounded like crying.

Huopu took out his short sword, wiped it clean on him, and put it behind his shoulder.

He opened the other person's eyelids and explained considerately: "I'm different from other people. I don't like to do anything. You are also very tired. Why don't you take a rest and let's have a heart-to-heart chat."