The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

Dear Thousand-Hand Lord:

It rains continuously today, and disasters are lurking everywhere.

In the face of disaster, prevention is better than temporary response. If you live deep in the jungle, you should always be aware of possible flash floods.

Mr. Taohua is doing well in Tuanchu Street, and his waiter is doing his job very responsibly. It's really reassuring to have such a capable person by my side.

However, manpower will eventually be exhausted.

Every time I think of the people who have no shelter in the rain, I feel depressed and unable to let go.

If it is convenient at the moment, can Senju send an appropriate number of ninjas to assist in the settlement?

The remuneration for food and accommodation shall be fully borne by me.

Greatful!

Also: If Hashirama-kun is watching, please be sure to leave it to Tobirama-kun for discussion. Please return the letters hidden earlier as well. Maybe it will help you judge.

She remembers me! She knew it was me! Is this spiritual communication? !

Hashirama happily turned over the letter several times and finally put it on his face with a silly smile.

She didn't blame me. Very good!

"Brother! Why did you leave early in the clan again? The purpose of calling everyone today is to solve the problem of waterlogging in the fields! If you don't lead everyone to find a solution together, what do you mean by sneaking home to hide?"

Tobirama kicked open the door angrily, and there were a few wretched guys hiding behind him.

Someone with sharp eyes immediately noticed that the patriarch was giggling and hiding something delicate and white in his hand. He immediately shouted in a weird voice: "I'm reporting! Lord Hashirama has hidden the girl's clothes!"

"Wow!" Then there was a chorus of exclamations. More people gathered around to watch the fun.

"I didn't! It's obviously just a letter!" Hashirama jumped up from the corridor and defended himself righteously.

"Oh - it's a letter from a girl!"

"No wonder. Tsk tsk tsk."

"Didn't you notice that he only said it wasn't clothes and didn't refute the girl?"

Except for a few bad guys who were worried about the world being in chaos, the people who came around at this time were all old men and women who were resting at home. They whispered to each other and glanced at the two children of the patriarch's family with gossipy eyes.

"It's time for Hashirama. It's not surprising that he has this idea."

"What about Tobirama? Tobirama is already an adult and can be put on the agenda."

"Isn't he unhappy? He keeps a stinking face all the time, and the girls say it's okay to have a look, but it's impossible to marry him!"

"Hashirama can do it. The Uzumaki side is ignoring us. Hurry up and make arrangements. We can digest it internally."

"This kid has been worse than others since he was a child. It's best for someone to control him. Otherwise, he will still be lawless in the future."

"you're right!"

With these guys, the style of painting suddenly changed. Tobirama pressed the vein on his forehead, slammed the door, folded his arms, and stared at his elder brother angrily.

"take it out!"

"what"

Hashirama pretended to be stupid, with his hands behind his back, looking innocent.

Tobirama was furious, grabbed his hand and raised it high, asking: "What is this!"

"Hey! My letter!" Hashirama stepped on his feet and raised one hand desperately to prevent his younger brother from touching it.

But Tobirama was a ninja, and with a little skill he was able to pull off the white and transparent letter paper. Kicking away the aggrieved elder brother, he sat on the porch and read the letter carefully.

Regardless of the intelligence value of the last few sentences of the text, aside from the pleasantries and kind words, Tobirama was about to explode with that last reminder.

"You also hid the letter you wrote to me?!"

"How can it be?!"

Hashirama screamed unjustly, pouting and yelling unconvinced.

"It says 'Senju-kun' when I look up, and I didn't say it was definitely for you?"

Tobirama laughed angrily, his hands trembling while holding the letter. "Is that for you?"

Hashirama confidently pointed to the letter in his hand and said, "The first person mentioned in the letter is me. I am the clan leader and I am responsible for the contact with Izayoi."

Tobirama couldn't help it anymore, he kicked up the unfinished wooden bench and smashed it over it.

He yelled: "You still know that you are the leader of the clan?! Instead of doing business, you think about random things every day! Give it to me!"

Hashirama pursed his lips, walked slowly back to his room, opened the tatami, and took out the previous scroll from the box where the money was hidden.

There are no personal letters from Izayoi included in these scrolls, they are all information sent back by Mooka. Although it is information, it is actually more like Ji Jun’s observation diary. Except for the gambling dens that need to be careful, it's totally fine.

Gathering people, strengthening security, seeking help, and uniting with others are not a good thing. Most aristocrats are not as responsible as she is. They just sit on their taxes and eat nothing. They are not as serious as her at all.

Hashirama cherished the memory of Izayoi lowering her food and clothing requirements and insisting on advancing and retreating with the people she led. He couldn't help but sigh that her heart was really good. She must have written to ask for help this time because she had no other choice. If it was just her own problem, she would rather hold it in until she was internally injured rather than ask him for help.

This is an opportunity!

Bang Bang Bang!

Tobirama got impatient waiting outside and knocked hard on the sliding door of his eldest brother's room.

Hashirama put the scroll in his arms, walked out of the room calmly, and curled his fingers at his younger brother.

Tobirama snorted coldly, watching what tricks he was playing.

The two of them came to the Japanese room where they were talking. Tobirama sat down cross-legged, folded his arms, and said angrily: "You can give it to me now. There is no one else."

Hashirama handed him the scroll, and Tobirama reached out to take it, but he immediately took it back and hugged it.

"I am the leader of the clan. There are conditions for showing such confidential content to you."

A vein in Feijian's forehead twitched, and he asked patiently: "What are the conditions?"

"No destruction allowed."

"of course."

"You must pay me back."

"can."

"I have the final say."

"impossible!"

Tobirama flipped the table and roared. Hashirama took a step back, nervously urging his brother to sit back down.

"Don't be angry, that's okay."

Now that his eldest brother had taken a step back, Tobirama felt that he couldn't push him too hard. I really want to force people to run away regardless, and there will be no one to work with. As a younger brother, you must respect your elder brother. that is it!

He stretched out his hand and swore to God.

"I promise that after reading it, I will keep it well and return it to you without getting angry."

"Never angry?"

"Never get angry."

Seeing that his brother was running out of patience, Hashirama smiled happily and stuffed the scrolls into his arms, and leaned over to read them together.

He pointed to the lines he had read countless times and described in an emotional way how Izayoi was considerate of the people, valued development, was far-sighted, and valued talents.

I have known for a long time that my eldest brother has always been unreliable in judging people. He will try his best to beautify the ones he likes and not even mention the ones he doesn't like. After checking the information sent back by Taohua, he pinched his nose and acknowledged the first three compliments.

But here comes the question - what is the point of valuing talents?

Looking at a huge three-magatama code in the information, Tobirama felt his heart suddenly jump to his forehead, bouncing lively, and his blood pressure went up, which he hadn't felt in a long time.

His snow-white face turned redder and redder, and finally Tobirama threw him to the ground and roared: "She is still dating Uchiha! How unreasonable!"

Hashirama tilted his head and asked strangely: "Why can't I interact with Uchiha?"

"Uchiha are our enemies!"

Tobirama made a categorical statement, but Hashirama didn't want to start another family war over this issue. This can be postponed and Izayoi's troubles can be solved first.

He asked patiently: "So, are you willing to accept Izayoi?"

"Why should I accept her?"

"You are angry when Izayoi comes into contact with Uchiha. You are angry when Uchiha is the enemy of the Senju. Doesn't this mean that you count her as a member of the Senju?"

Hashirama lowered his head in embarrassment, twirling a strand of hanging long hair and scratching his red cheek.

"I didn't expect you to support me so much. Brother, I'm so touched."

Infuriated by his divine logic, Tobirama asked: "Why do I support you? If I continue to support you, I will, I will..."

Hashirama clapped his hands together and said shamelessly: "Anyway, you think Izayoi is one of Senju's people, so I'll clean up later and go to Tanshu Street to help her."

"Don't go!"

Hashirama innocently spread his hands and launched the star eye special attack helplessly.

"You won't let me go, and you won't let Izayoi and Uchiha come into contact. It's a bit of a double standard, Tobirama."

Before his brother could get angry, he continued.

"Senju and Uchiha are enemies. I respect your opinion not to have contact with them. But Izayoi is not a Senju, let alone a ninja. Shouldn't she make her own decision about who she wants to come into contact with?"

"But she can't hire Uchiha and provoke the Senju at the same time!"

He raised his palms to interrupt Tobirama's retort.

"Issuing missions and doing missions, but there is one less broker to cause trouble. Aren't all other nobles like this? And she didn't take the initiative to provoke Qianju, it was me who wanted to provoke her."

Tobirama was speechless and sat down hard, holding his arms defensively.

"Then what do you think we should do? The Uchiha have already set their sights on Tanshu Street! They came earlier than us, and maybe the two parties have done something shameful without telling us! If Senju continues to throw people in, what could happen? The sky is sold! If you don’t fight for the interests of the tribe, you have to save the lives of the tribe."

"That's why I said just let me go alone. This way we can protect everyone and find out more. What a great thing, a win-win situation!"

Hashirama imitated the words he heard from Izayoi and made a double check next to his ear to indicate that there was no problem.

Tobirama said angrily: "It's just what you wanted - you no longer want to stay in the clan anyway. You didn't even tell me such important information!"

Hashirama hit the snake and crawled along the pole, and immediately gave his brother a thumbs up.

"When I leave, you will have the final say in everything in the clan, and no one will hold you back! Promise!"

He beat his chest so loudly that he jumped up to the roof and jumped out.

"I'm leaving! I'll help you pull out Yuyi's eyeliner by the way. Don't thank me too much——"

"roll!"

Tobirama didn't expect him to move so quickly. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared, and he was so angry that he knocked over the coffee table.

He learned from the painful experience and reflected on it countless times, staring at the scrolls scattered on the tatami, including the letter paper.

The elegant and clear strokes show the writer's good self-cultivation. The words and sentences are simple and polite. Apart from his dealings with Uchiha, this Izayoi-kun is indeed a good lord who is broad-minded and considerate of his subordinates.

The key point is that he is very principled and can control his brother when he is angry.

Tobirama pinched his eyebrows helplessly and thought for a long time. Finally, he stood up on the table, took out a pen and paper, and began to write a reply.

"Ji Jun respectfully says:

I thought about what you mentioned in your letter over and over again and decided to send someone to help. but……"

The sound of raindrops hitting the tiles was endless.

Izayoi tossed and turned in the quilt, but couldn't fall asleep.

She sat up and touched the flint on the table, wanting to light a lamp and examine it.

The room was dark, and she couldn't see or touch clearly, which made her feel anxious.

"Taohua, Taohua?" she called in a low voice.

No one answered.

Normally at night, Taohua, a close attendant, would stay by the door to rest.

But today is an exception.

The rain was so heavy that the tiles in the izakaya were broken.

In order to prevent rainwater from dripping indoors, Butterfly and Hirata climbed up from the backyard and covered it with tarpaulin. Taohua was worried about them, and after leaving an illusion seal in the house, she followed them to help.

Izayoi sat alone in the darkness, and when she suddenly woke up, the sound of rain turned into a continuous sound of tide.

The surging waves beat against the windows, like a beast that chooses and devours people.

Blue to dark water, bottomless holes, ships sinking into the sea, and lights that are constantly extinguished.

Everything brought her back to that never-ending storm.

Without the protection of the safety card, the thin inner clothes could not stop the chill of the night.

She was holding her breath and her limbs were stiff, like a drowning person unable to make her last cry for help.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, his limbs gradually became limp, and the fingers that were firmly grasping the skirt of his clothes hung down feebly.

Izayoi fell back, his pupils wide open and dilated.

The world was spinning for a while, and she fell into the cold quilt.

The next second, a voice pulled her out of the suffocating sea water.

"Izayoi? Izayoi! What's wrong? What's wrong with you! Mooka! Mooka!"

Senju Hashirama broke the closed window panel and took the person into his arms.