Naruto: My Own Wind

In the residence of the Daimyo of the Country of Rice, the light in the house was faintly yellow, and a gloomy atmosphere permeated the yellow light.

There were three people in the room, the Daimyo of the Country of Rice sat in the middle, and the other two sat on both sides.

The middle-aged man on the left, with a moustache on his skinny face, looked at the man opposite him, then turned to look at the Daimyo of the Country of Rice, "Your Highness, do you really want to do this?"

"Well, this is a good opportunity, the best opportunity for our Country of Rice to become a real Country of Rice." The Daimyo of the Country of Rice had a heavy face and a firm look in his eyes.

"Your Highness, what if the other party regrets it later?"

"Haha...he doesn't dare." Daimyo curled his lips and revealed a sneer.

Hearing the daimyo's laughter, Weisheng Hu looked at the person opposite him again, then smiled and said, "In that case, then, Your Highness, shall we proceed as planned?"

"Yes, this concerns the future of our country of rice."

"Then your highness, I will go and prepare."

"Well, go ahead." The Daimyo of the Country of Rice waved at him.

After the health guard left, the Daimyo of the Country of Rice picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly. He looked up at the man on the right and said, "You should also get ready. If they fail over there, you can't fail here again."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Looking at the man's departing back, the Daimyoji of the Country of Rice clenched his fists, with a determined light flashing in his eyes. The Country of Rice will move towards true glory in his hands.

The night is short. With the crowing of a rooster, the earth enjoys the sunshine and slowly feels the warmth it brings.

Kazama returned to the room, washed up simply, and then lay down on the bed, wanting to take a nap. After all, the two daimyo would not get up so early.

But Fengjian had not been lying down for three minutes before a rapid knock on the door made him sit up again.

"Who is it?" Fengjian asked unhappily.

"Senior Kazama, it's time for breakfast." Ikki shouted from outside the door.

"No, I don't want to eat. I want to sleep for a while. Don't disturb me anymore." Fengjian said sternly.

"Uh... I'll be leaving first then."

Hearing Fengjian's dissatisfied tone, Yimu had to leave alone.

Noticing that Ikki was alone in the restaurant, the Oza asked, "Where's Kazama? Why isn't he with you?"

"Senior Fengjian said he doesn't want to have breakfast and he wants to rest for a while." Yimu filled a bowl of soup and took a sip.

"Rest? That's fine too.

It should be very safe in the Land of Rice, so it's okay to let him rest for a while." The elder picked up a rice ball and ate half of it in one bite.

Slip!

Sagiri took a sip of the soup in her bowl and said with a smile, "I think he just wants to be lazy."

"Miss, how can you say that? How can a teacher be a lazy person?" Morinoida was a little displeased.

The Oza swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at Sagiri and said, "Yes, Sagiri, Kazama is the most tired on this journey."

"He is the most tired?" Sagiri opened her mouth in shock.

"Of course, can you deal with those two ninjas who destroyed an entire country?" Morinoida raised his chin and gave Sagiri a provocative look.

"me…"

"I can't tell, hehe... size..."

Snapped!

"Ouch! Why did you do that?" Morinoida covered her forehead and stared at Sagiri blankly.

Sagiri just snorted coldly at this, then lowered her head and continued eating.

Morinoida rubbed his forehead, but the confusion in his eyes still remained.

"Hehe...Ida, eat quickly. Maybe you will have other things to do later." Ikki looked at Sagiri and Morino Ida with interest.

Along the way, Yimu felt that they were a little too close, but now it seems quite interesting.

Daiza smiled knowingly, "Yes, Ida, today is the opening day of the Rice Competition, it must be very busy, so, eat more."

Upon hearing this, Morinoida nodded, lowered his head and worked hard to eat.

An hour later, Fengjian yawned and walked out of the room.

After greeting Daizo and the others, Fengjian rubbed his eyes and said, "Brother Daizo, what kind of competition is being held so early?"

"Almost. It is said that all contestants have arrived, and the audience and judges have also arrived. Now there are only two daimyo who have not yet arrived." Seeing Fengjian yawning, the daimyo frowned, "What's wrong with you, kid? Are you still sleepy?"

Ugh!

Feng Jian yawned again, "Brother Da Zuo, I don't believe you are not sleepy.

For so many days in a row, I only slept half the night and had to walk during the day. People are not machines, so it is normal for me to feel sleepy. "

The elder opened his mouth and blinked, unable to utter a word. Finally, he let out a short sigh and put his hand on his shoulder, "Hold on for a few more days. After we return to Jie Port, I won't care if you die in a sleep."

"Go away! I haven't lived enough." Fengjian looked at the elder speechlessly.

"Haha..." The elder laughed and patted Fengjian on the shoulder, "Okay, let's go to His Highness."

"Why don't you lead the way?" Fengjian pushed the big seat forward, then put his hands in his pockets, whistled and followed at the end of the team.

When the group arrived outside the daimyo's room, they saw Zebei and the captain of the guard there, so the daimyo naturally went forward to greet them.

Not long after, the Daimyo of the Tea Kingdom, with his signature smile on his face, walked out of the room, nodded to the Oza, Kazama and others, and then went to the venue with the support of everyone.

After arriving at the venue, Kazama originally wanted to stay outside, which would be relaxing and enjoyable, but the Daimyo of the Tea Country asked him to follow him in.

Finally, Fengjian and Zebei had no choice but to follow the Daimyo of the Tea Country into the venue, while the other guards, including the captain and the Daizai, had to stand guard and wait outside.

The Daimyo of the Tea Country and the Daimyo of the Rice Country, after complimenting each other again, sat in the center, while Zebei and a man with a moustache sat on both sides of the two daimyo.

Kazama and a stern-faced man stood behind the two daimyo respectively.

As the two celebrities took their seats, the host naturally announced loudly that the rice competition had begun.

At first, Fengjian was quite curious about what this so-called rice competition was.

The result is just an appraisal meeting to evaluate the quality of rice.

This made Fengjian lose interest instantly. He no longer paid attention to the rice competition, but looked left and right, especially the cold-faced man on the side, who attracted his special attention.

Feng Jian knew that this guy was the strongest guard of the Daimyo of the Country of Rice, but he had a bit of facial paralysis. From the first time Feng Jian saw him, this guy didn't even have any changes in his facial expressions, not to mention his eyes.

This made Fengjian doubt for a moment whether this guy had the blood of the pretentious king in the Naruto world, the Uchiha bloodline of that pretentious family.

Of course, this is just his imagination.

Fengjian kept staring at others, and the cold-faced man naturally felt it. He turned his head, glanced at Fengjian expressionlessly, snorted, then turned back and looked straight ahead.

Fengjian was a little surprised. It turned out that this guy could also hum. Good, his mentality had changed.

After observing the cold-faced man, Fengjian looked at the middle-aged man with a moustache. Coincidentally, this man also looked at Fengjian.

Both of them were stunned, and then nodded in a friendly manner.

As expected, there are differences between civil and military. Civil is hot and military is cold!

After Fengjian sighed, he withdrew his gaze and began to wander in his mind.

I don’t know how long it was before Fengjian came back from his trance when he heard the host shout loudly.

After listening carefully for a while, Fengjian realized that the rice competition had ended and the championship was won by a dark and old farmer.

Next, there will be acceptance speeches and the daimyo will personally present the awards.

Finally, we will use the winning rice to make a delicious rice meal for the two daimyo to taste.