[Naruto] The political value of the founding group is full!

"...I just heard the black-robed monk snort coldly, and said in a loud voice: 'You devil only knows lust, has no way, has no mercy, hurts all beings, and has no respect for Buddhism. I, Huiming, will send you off today. To hell!'"

"Akisei Muto fought against each other, but he was already scared to death."

"It was too late to say it, but the black-robed monk lifted the knife—"click", and Muto Akisei's head fell to the ground."

"Okay!" The roof of the izakaya was almost lifted to the sky by the sound.

At the only quiet table in the store, a boy and girl with white eyes and black hair sat opposite each other.

"Sister, is what they said true?" The boy looked excited.

How does this rakugo speak like Mr. Shan's storytelling...

Zhengchun patted his younger brother's head helplessly: "Zhengqing, my sister has already told you about Guo Yikui a dozen times, why are you still so interested?"

"Because I was very surprised at the time, I didn't expect that such weak ordinary people could overthrow the daimyo when they gathered together."

"Don't underestimate ordinary people, they are the majority in this world. Facing tens of thousands of angry crowds alone, even a big name would pee his pants in fright."

The blue-robed man who was about to sit down paused: "Zhengchun."

Zhengchun had already sensed him, and she didn't panic at all: "Ban." She winked at her younger brother: "Zhengqing, this is your big brother Ban."

"Brother Ban, my sister often mentions you." Zheng Qing didn't admit to being a stranger at all.

Madara glanced at the girl inexplicably, and raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "... hello."

Zhengchun got straight to the point: "I heard that you fought another tough battle with Qianshou."

"Yes, there were 37 casualties in our clan, and Qianshou estimated that there were 32 casualties." A needle pattern appeared between the eyebrows of the afro-haired boy.

"We also had a conflict with Yuyi at the beginning of the month, and we lost nine people. Yuyi sent a phantom ninja against us."

After the exchange of information, no one spoke for a while.

Someone at the next table was discussing: "...The Muto family has gathered another group of warriors, and there is a bit of momentum for a comeback."

"I heard that the daughter of the Muto family found a wealthy businessman who was 20 years older than her. I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup he gave him, but that man agreed to marry him."

"Which scum let them go? Damn it!"

Even as an insider, Madara smiled a little too cynically.

"I know you've been very dissatisfied with my actions," Zheng Jun sighed, staring into those dark eyes with concentration, "but Muto, or a ostensible supreme ruler, is still necessary at present. "

Madara said with a gloomy face: "The Pure Land Sect has established a 'Buddhist Kingdom' in the Gyeonggi area, providing ordinary people with tax-free thousands of acres of land, and maintaining a friendly and close relationship with us ninjas."

"But what about other parts of the country? We have been to many places and know the situation in various places. The feudal foundations in various places are still strong, and the city lords are strictly restricting the people under their rule. Most of the soil has failed. The tide has passed, Fewer and fewer people have the courage to stand up and fight." Madara seemed to be a little thinner and taller than when we met last time.

He obviously hesitated: "What if our various ethnic groups stop fighting and help the people of the Pure Land Sect conquer the city?"

Zheng Chun smiled wryly and shook his head, and put the tea cup in his hand on the side of the table: "Not to mention whether there is a temporary truce, have you calculated how many ninjas there are in total? There are so many people who are not productive and have to eat. Where does the food come from?" ? Bought from the nobles. The population of the area controlled by the Pure Land Sect is saturated, they burned the capital, they can’t pay the mercenary money, and they can’t feed even one clan of ninjas.”

"There is a loophole in your words." Madara moved the water glass to the center of the safe table, "It is enough to use a family of ninjas to conquer a city."

"What if the nobles in the city hired everyone from another tribe? The cities you wrote in your letter have this strength, right? And most of our ninja tribes are in a state of hostility." Zheng Chun rested his chin with one hand, There was a verbal attack.

"War... there is always a way to stop it." Madara brought up the previous topic.

"There is indeed a way," Zhengchun saw that Madara's eyes lit up, "One of the solutions to alleviate internal conflicts is to launch a foreign war-the kingdom of water harassed the border, and several ninjas near the coast have already started a war with them. "

With a helpless sigh: "Even if they have the same goal, all the ninjas will only be suspicious of each other. Sure enough, it's not feasible. Well, what's the use of Muto?"

"The Land of Fire needs a central government, otherwise it will be divided. This central government must be justified, not too strong, gentle enough for the people, and trustful enough for the ninjas."

Ban thoughtfully: "...From this point of view, Muto is indeed the best candidate."

"Did I do it right?" Zheng-chun puffed out her chest proudly as if asking for credit.

Unexpectedly, Madara gave a gentle smile: "You are right, your judgment has always been right."

At the entrance of the izakaya, the proprietress is instructing the boss to hang up the lantern.

With the ball in her mouth, Zheng Qing suddenly said, "Sister, you blushed just now."

"...Remember to keep the matter of bringing you out, brat." Zheng Chun almost fell to the ground.

"Then I'm going back to Aunt Sachiko? Can you do it by yourself?"

"It's okay, don't worry." Brother, it's safer for you to hurry up and reunite with Hyuga's team.

From the moment he realized that he was in the Hokage Sengoku, Zheng Sherina became a pessimist.

I was fortunate to grow up in peace, but now I am shrouded in the shadow of war, always worrying that people around me will die tomorrow.Death from illness, surprise attack, assassination, dystocia... The death rate is too high these days.

The night style is extraordinarily cool, dispelling the heat entrenched in the earth.Zheng-chun walked to an ordinary grassy slope, fireflies were flying around, and crickets were singing in the grass.

She sat down cross-legged.

"Ryohei, I heard that you died in battle here."

"The scenery here is good. You must have been distracted at the time. Even the ninja in Yuyi didn't notice that he had used illusion, and he was stabbed in the heart."

"Hashirama and Madara are different. They are all strong men who can survive the war. Ordinary ninjas like us should live honestly and fearfully. Take every step and watch every step. Why don't you believe it?"

"What do you think? Sister Jiuji is still so young, and Asuna is still so young, how can you bear them?"

"Didn't I promise you that we will be able to snatch back Uncle George's body for burial? Why are you in a hurry to find him?"

"...You...you don't deserve to die, you haven't eaten chocolate, you haven't seen 3D movies, and you don't know how interesting the online world is..."

Zheng Chun sat on the grassy slope all night, when the east was pale, she got up unsteadily, and pulled out the cap of the sake bottle.

"Brother, go all the way."