Konoha Warring States Warriors

Chapter 29 The method of raising Gu, keep it as the king!

Kyoto, the royal palace.

The empty hall exudes a cold and lonely atmosphere.

Maou knelt down on the cushion with a blank expression on his face. On the steps not far in front of him, a beaded curtain hung down, and the empty throne was waiting for its owner.

rustling.
When he was young, with the sound of slight footsteps, the old daimyo came out slowly with the support of his close ministers, and sat on the throne behind the bead curtain.

"Mao, you're back!" Daimyo's tone was slightly relieved, as if he could understand Mao's mood.

After all, as one of the crown princes, he also came here in the same way.

"I understand your feelings, but I hope you don't blame me." Daimyo was not angry because of Mao's attitude, but explained with a pleasant face.

"Since the Sage of the Six Paths founded the Ninja sect, ninjas have been the mainstream of force in this world. Those of us who have no force but have great wealth must have a cold and strong heart if we want to survive."

"If you don't want more people around you to die, try to become stronger, Mao. You are really similar to me back then. Seeing it is like seeing myself when I was a child."

"Only you are qualified to sit in my seat."

Mao clenched his fists, bowed his head in silence, he couldn't find a word for this familiar but unfamiliar man in front of him.

He was sent away from the capital since he was a child, and has been in exile, living a precarious life as the crown prince.

Assassination is commonplace, and blatant assassination has long been a habit.

Faithful people around him died, and people who were greedy for wealth and honor showed their ugly faces. Mao had seen too much, and logically, he should have become numb.

But throughout the whole night, the figure of Hecun, the only remaining loyal minister by his side, kept appearing in his mind.

It's all because of a ridiculous ancestral family law, passing on the throne and passing on the virtuous, using the method of raising Gu to let the sons fight each other, and the last one left is the new daimyo!
The eldest son has only two sons in his life, and the youngest son, Mao, was sent outside the capital when he was born. If Mao died outside, there would be no future.

If Mao can return to Kyoto alive, then he will be the next Fire Nation Daimyo!

Looking at the sullen Mao, the eldest son sighed, after all, he is his own son, after suffering so much, the only thing he can entrust is the seat under his seat.

"Your brother has been locked up, if possible."

The voice of the boss paused, a tiger would not eat its sons, and in his heart he still did not want any of his sons to die.

But how much can he care about the affairs behind him?
"I hope you can keep him alone, even if he is imprisoned for a lifetime."

……

Mao left the palace in a daze, and returned to the mansion in a luxurious and solemn carriage.

Howling!
The neighing sound of the horse sounded, the carriage stopped slowly, the driver put down the low stool, and Mao walked down holding the arm of the attendant.

Looking at the luxurious and tall door, Mao couldn't help but feel a little funny, it was obviously his mansion, but this was the first time he saw it.

"Your Highness, Minister Hecun has been sent to the mansion."

"Kawamura." Mao's pupils shrank suddenly, and the steps under his feet couldn't help being three points heavy. Although he heard the news, he said that Kawamura had already
But hearing is delusion, when you really see.
Empty courtyards, pavilions, countless exotic flowers and plants, and winding paths hovering in the mansion like little snakes, it looks like a fairyland.

It was the first time for Mao as the crown prince to see such a mansion.

But now Mao is not in the mood to appreciate the magnificent scenery, his gaze is fixed on the cold black coffin in the yard.

Kawamura is not only a minister who is loyal to Mao, but also has been with him since he was a child and watched him grow up, like a master and a father.

"You all go down, I want to be quiet." Mao's eyes turned red, and he waved his hands hoarsely.

Attendants, you look at me, I look at you, and finally bowed slightly and retreated quietly.

Mao approached the black coffin, and stretched out his small hand, which was bigger than a palm, to gently stroke it. Tears blurred his vision, and his lifeless pupils stared blankly at the front, but without the slightest focus.

For Mao, those who accompany him are not subordinates, but his relatives.

All the loved ones have left, is it worth it?
This is not a problem at all. If Mao had a choice, he would rather give up his daimyo position than everyone else.
"sorry Sorry"

"it's all my fault"

"."

Mao lay on the black coffin, with his head deeply buried on the wooden plank, constantly muttering to himself that it would be fine if he was the one who died.

The purpose of Namto coming to Kyoto is not for escort missions, he is to earn money for his life, just when he was about to go out, he saw Mao lying on the black coffin in the yard.

Uchiha Madara and his party also came to Kyoto for another secret mission, and they happened to be planning to go out, so they met in the yard.

"Tch, I thought how great the future daimyo would be!" Namto looked at Mao who was sobbing with no expression on his face, and suddenly sneered coldly.

"What are you talking about?" Miss Bailing frowned and stared at Nandou, only to find that Nandou glanced at her indifferently.

"you"

"Lark!" Uchiha Nighthawk grabbed Uchiha Bailing and shook his head at her, "Just watch, Nandou won't mess around."

Uchiha Madara stood aside, folded his arms and said nothing, but acquiesced to Uchiha Nighthawk's words.

Seeing this, Uchiha Bailing pursed his lips and stood aside quietly watching the changes.

"Before, I thought Uncle Kawamura should be respected, but now." Nan Dou raised the corners of his lips in disdain, "I think he is a complete idiot!"

"Kawamura is not an idiot, I don't allow you to say that about him!" Mao raised his head suddenly, his bloodshot eyes seemed to be eating people, and stared at Nanto viciously.

"To die for a whimpering scum, what is it but an idiot?"

"To die for a kid who will never grow up, what is it but a fool?"

"To die for a man who doesn't understand what he's doing, what is it but a fool?"

"To die for a person who is wasting air while living, wasting land when dying, and complaining all day long, as if all injustices are aimed at him, what is it if he is not a fool?"

"you"

After spraying Nan Dou's quality four times, his voice paused, and then his tone sank, "I don't understand at all, your tears are an insult to him!"

"You are insulting a man who is determined to die for what he believes in!"

"." Mao's head was sprayed with blood, and his face was bewildered. Even though he was living a precarious life, no one had ever dared to talk to him like this.

Why can't this guy get angry at all when he looks like a bad guy?
Glancing at the stunned Maou, Namto felt embarrassed, and secretly said in his heart, "Couldn't this guy be called stupid?"

The air seemed to be more dull than before, but Nan Dou didn't speak again. If some things were not figured out by himself, no matter how much others said, it would be nonsense.

Thinking of this, Nan Dou stretched his hand into his bosom, actually took it out from the storage ring, an old box, an old box that no one would even look at when it was thrown on the ground.

Nanto stuffed the wooden box into Mao's hand, and instead of passing by, "If you figure it out, open it, it will give you what you want."

"This is." Mao asked subconsciously.

"A gift from a friend!" Nan Dou's figure had gone away, only a sentence came from afar.

……

Friends are not spoken, but made.

"You show up when I need you, so you are my friend."

Nandou and Bailing inhaled the exploding spider larvae. If there was no poisonous pill produced by the main herbal medicine Longxucao, I am afraid that Nandou and Bailing would have returned to the pure land.

"I'm here when you need me, so I'm your friend."

When Mao needed strength the most, Namto gave him the priceless Ningxianglu, which had cost him countless painstaking efforts, without a trace of heartache or even blinking his eyelids.

This is what friends are.

……

(End of this chapter)