The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

Senju Kenta finally hung up the expensive coat and repeatedly asked Taro and Jiro not to wipe their hands on it. Halfway down the stairs, I felt uneasy, so I went back and arranged a circle of sealing techniques around me. Regardless of whether it's useful or not, just be on guard against a few brats. Why! It’s better for my daughter. When will Okja come back!

He came to the backyard and took a look, winking and becoming happy. "Is the injury healed? Do you want me to tighten your skin a few times?"

"No, no. It'll be fine on the way back." Hashirama quickly refused.

Kenta kicked him. "Then you're still squatting here and pretending to be sick! You've brought your trickery here when you were a kid, right? Don't bully other girls for not knowing what's going on."

Hashirama crouched and moved a few steps away, dodging his kicks. He held his face and sighed, his artificial look almost made Kenta sick.

"That's almost enough. Don't tease until you are discovered in the end, or you will be scolded yourself." Kenta warned with an experienced face: "As a woman, teasing occasionally is fun. If you tease her too much, you will be scolded. If you find out, you will get angry. No one likes to be played around. You have to respect her, and women will be more gentle."

"I didn't lie to her. I just haven't figured out how to explain it yet."

It is an open secret in the ninja world that Senju's body is far stronger than others. Other ninja clans have to hide their own characteristics, but Senju Zou doesn't even need to hide it. The comparison is obvious by visually observing the height and physique.

But the ability to recover quickly is indeed only possessed by him, and also by Mu Dun. Mu Dun can also argue that the ninjutsu is effective, and he can recover quickly after being stabbed. This ability is a bit outrageous.

He wasn't afraid of being coveted by others, but what if those people were also eyeing Izayoi? For now, keeping her informed a little bit, but not completely, is the best option.

Unless he can take the person back and protect him forever. Otherwise, the more you know, the higher your chances of being in danger.

Kenta frowned and suddenly discovered a problem. "Not long after my letter was sent, you came back directly from the battlefield?"

Hashirama nodded in agreement.

Kenta slapped his thigh and criticized bitterly: "You're confused! As the leader of a clan, how could you do such a thing! Just leave the clan alone and come back just to see a woman?!"

Hashirama opened his mouth to refute, but was immediately blocked by Kenta.

"This will let the people who follow you know that you are shameless, can they still recognize you?"

"No, I am..."

"You still dare to quibble?! Do you think that if your father is dead, no one will be able to control you? I will write to Tobirama right now and reveal my identity, and I will have to ask him to take you back!"

True to his word, Kenta stood up and went to find the paper. Hashirama stopped him and said with a wry smile: "Listen to what I have to say. I am the only one on this mission."

Kenta stopped and asked strangely: "We are all wearing armor, it must be a big mission. Why are you the only one? Where are the guards?"

"Ah. Because we wanted to defeat them as quickly as possible, Tobirama and I discussed it and felt that the retreat speed with others would be too slow and easy to be discovered. So I set off alone."

Kenta thought about it carefully and felt that there was something wrong with this mission. According to his experience, there are generally no large-scale combat missions in spring and summer. Most of them are about stealing intelligence and doing some damage. The only thing that can allow Hashirama to wear armor and go into battle is a head-on battlefield confrontation. Could it be Uchiha?

He was suddenly startled and lowered his voice and asked, "Are you looking for trouble with Uchiha?"

Not really. However, the more detailed content cannot be explained clearly to Kenta, who has long since left his ninja identity. Again, the more you know, the more likely you are to encounter danger. Uncle Kenta has a family and is no longer suitable for the life of a ninja.

Hashirama shook his head and muttered something vaguely, trying to change the subject.

By chance, Izayoi came out with a pot whose color could not be clearly seen. He rushed to the front and took the handle of the hot pot.

"Why don't you call me? How heavy is it?"

"Why do I have to call you? I can do it myself."

"Yes, yes. Izayoi is amazing! He can even cook!"

Praise that is too exaggerated makes it difficult to tell whether it is a sincere compliment or an implicit sarcasm. But looking at Senju Hashirama's honest and generous face, anyone would feel that every word he said was sincere.

Izayoi stared at him for a while, then let him take it. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the water off his hands.

"It took a long time to clean the pot. I simply didn't stir-fry the vegetables and just stewed them with the rice."

"Good good!"

Izayoi paused and ordered him to get the bowls and chopsticks. He opened the lid of the pot and took a curious look.

Kenta's face twitched, remembering the bad past. This is how Huayou tidied himself up. He coughed, indicating that there was someone else here.

Izayoi noticed him and politely gave up his seat. "Thank you for lending me the kitchen. It's very late. How about having dinner together?"

"No, no, no! I have already eaten. Hime-kun and Hashirama-sama, please eat together."

It looked like he was not sure whether what he made could be eaten. Coconut did this too! At that time, he was young and energetic and wanted to save face. He ate all the food in one go and finally returned to Senju where he had diarrhea for three days.

Three days! This is simply a huge psychological shadow for a young Senju. He was laughed at for most of the year!

His reaction was also very exaggerated, and the way he kept waving his hands was similar to Hashirama. Is there a deeper connection between these two people? When you get back, let the butterfly check it out.

Izayoi half-squinted his eyes and smiled slowly. "That's fine. I'm really bothering you."

"You're too kind!"

Kenta doesn't know how to deal with a woman like Izayoi who pays attention to manners, especially after knowing the inside story, he can no longer treat her as an ordinary noble lady.

The original desire to help the cheap nephew to test things out could not be extinguished anymore, and Hashirama's merciless scolding also gave him an extra layer of worry when facing the real "culprit".

What if, what if, because of what he said, the eldest nephew's wife flew away. Doesn't Hashirama want to blame him?

He made an excuse and gave up his seat, leaving the backyard completely to the two of them.

Izayoi sat on the low stool with his eyebrows lowered, and the aura belonging to the owner of the Water Bug House returned to the second floor of the front room.

He is more active than ordinary people, and the Sichuan pattern between his eyebrows hides a wisp of black energy, symbolizing that he has struggled on the line between life and death.

On the other side, in the kitchen, Senju Hashirama, who was tinkering with something unknown, was burning like the sun at noon in summer, exuding vigorous vitality, making people unable to help but approach him.

Across a wall, Izayoi could still feel the flow of blood that had been stagnant for a long time. She pressed her hands tightly to her ears, and the dull and slow sound was transmitted to her brain through her ossicles.

It is the flow of blood in the blood vessels, like lava in a volcano, revealing the desire for life from the deepest level.

Hashirama came out of the kitchen with two bowls in his hands and nervously placed the dripping bowls and chopsticks in front of Izayoi.

"There is no special food box here. But I washed it several times with water. It is absolutely clean! I took it out after washing without touching anything."

Izayoi put down his hands and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Thank you."

"Uh-huh." Hashirama hesitated for a while, but didn't take the lead in serving the rice.

He was sitting obediently, and he had already changed into the simple clothes Kenta had prepared. Wearing an ordinary coat, trousers and leggings, he looks more like a farmer. Compared with Izayoi, whose lining was made of golden satin, it was so gray that I didn’t want to look at it.

"You go first. You have worked hard for so long, so you should come first."

"Thanks. I had dinner tonight."

"Ah? Then you didn't go out of your way to..."

After pondering for a long time, he still couldn't squeeze out the second half of the sentence. Hashirama sighed in frustration, bowed and hugged his head in resignation.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I, I was wrong."

"Did you do something wrong?"

"It's wrong to always ask you to invite me. I originally, I originally planned to..."

Izayoi smiled. It was rare that she didn't have anyone who knew her well, and she didn't have to be responsible for anything. She smiled easily.

"You are reluctant, but I am willing. I have a lot of money and I am happy to spend it on you, okay?"

ah?Can it still be like this?

Hashirama was dumbfounded as he listened to her bold words. Is this the legendary noble supporter? I have heard that there are also ninjas who become addicted and eventually become useless. But I never thought it would happen to me!

This...does he refuse or not. Izayoi didn't mean that, right? If so, how should he respond. Will Thousand Hands blood not flow out? Come on, Uncle Kenta has three children!

"Then...then why are you so nice to me?"

Hashirama finally couldn't help but asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

At first, I was just curious, surprised that someone unfamiliar to me appeared in a place I was familiar with. But the more I get in touch, the more curious I become. Every meeting is different. The last mystery has not been solved yet, and the next one has been discovered.

As soon as those eyes that seemed to know everything glanced over, he couldn't help but get excited, hoping to explore more unknown places.

"Well - how should I put it. Just think that I think highly of you."

"Huh?" Hashirama tilted his head. The eight-foot tall man acted so cute on the spot that it made people’s hands itch.

Izayoi smiled and said, "What? Don't you believe it? Then let me make a bet with you. I bet that you will be able to end the war and restore peace to the world."

Hashirama smiled in surprise: "How do you know my wish! Do you also hope so?"

"Because I cheated." Before Hashirama could ask, Izayoi continued: "Except for those who sell war, everyone else hopes so. Come on, Hashirama-kun. I also want to be under your rule in the future. Opening a wine shop."

"Not to mention wine shops, casinos, bathhouses, hotels, and hot springs can all be found for you!"

Hearing the people he cared about affirming and cheering for him, Hashirama's depressed mood became high again. The hearty smile returned to his face, and he danced and described the prosperous age in his vision to Izayoi.

"When the time comes, you can do whatever you want! I will definitely realize your dream!"

Izayoi lowered his head with a smile. Her dream——

"Yeah. I believe you."