The strongest human of Konoha

Chapter 367 Three Retired Generations
"Have you solved the conclusion that the tailed beast must die if you lose your renzhuli? What a... a brat who keeps tossing around."

The third generation exhaled a string of smoke rings, slowly rising and dissipating.

"Teacher, who do you think will be the next Hokage? Minato, Nawaki, or the young man in the future, the son of Sakumo-senpai, his name is Kakashi, the future is worth looking forward to... ·”

"Hey, Orochimaru, why are you saying such frustrating words?" The third generation's eyes widened, "How long have you been in this job? It's too early to abdicate, honestly work for two more years, Frequent replacement of Hokage is not a good thing for the village."

"just kidding."

Orochimaru shrugged.

"You're joking... By the way, why didn't you mention Guanyue's name?"

"Are you joking?"

"...Sorry, it was indeed a joke."

Three generations resolutely reflect.

Guanyue's temperament is not suitable for Hokage, but he is only the head of Anbu, and most of the work is left to his deputy, while he is obsessed with self-cultivation and researching medical skills and other skills.

Not someone who can sit in an office all day without moving.

"Speaking of which, where has Jiraiya been recently? It feels like a long time since no one went to the bathhouse with me to gather folk tales."

"...I don't know, that fool is probably peeping in some bathhouse." Orochimaru said casually.

Zilai is also an even more impatient guy, his ass looks like he has thorns growing on his buttocks, he can't stay in the village for a few days before going out again, and he hasn't heard from him for nearly half a year.

"That's great! Going on a trip or something..."

Three generations sighed.

"Strictly speaking, it's not just a simple trip, that idiot still wants to investigate the traces of Uchiha Madara!"

Orochimaru yelled at each idiot and fool, but he believed in Jiraiya's ability extremely. It is impossible to entrust ordinary Anbu to do such a task as investigating Uchiha Madara, and ordinary Anbu is also unable to do this job.

After all, the target is that Uchiha Madara.

Waiting for idlers is useless at all, that is to say, a vagabond and highly skilled Zilai is also suitable for this kind of work.

"Uchiha Madara?" The third generation showed a little worry on his face, and asked, "Has there been any results in the recent investigation?"

"There's not much progress, Jiraiya hasn't replied yet, and I don't dare to make a big noise here. The things I found are very limited, but one thing is confirmed, Uchiha Madara..." Orochimaru Looking around, there was a snake sneaking out of his sleeve, and he didn't detect the breath of a stranger, so he continued: "I came today, one is to watch the moon in the whirlpool, and the other is what I found today."

"What did you find? So mysterious?"

Sandai frowned as he looked at the tiny white snake swimming in the courtyard.

"Recently, I have been inquiring about the Battle of the Valley of the End. I arranged for a shadow clone to be in the library of Qianshou's house, and found a note left by the second generation of adults last night." Orochi Maru spoke eloquently.

"Notes? You said it was the notes left by the second generation?"

The voice of the third generation suddenly rose.

"That's right, it was hidden very secretly, and the notes were seriously altered. I feel that the second generation of adults didn't want to keep it, but in the end it seemed that they gave up destroying it and just hid it."

"What did it say?" Sandai asked.

"...One thing, after the Battle of the Valley of the End, Uchiha Madara's body was recovered by the second generation of adults for research... However, it disappeared inexplicably afterwards, because the first generation of adults The serious injury is hard to heal, and I can't take care of the investigation...so it became an unsolved case."

Orochimaru secretly sighed in his heart, the second-generation adults actually hid such an important matter, I really don't know what to think.

"Uchiha Madara's body is missing?"

Sandai stretched out his hand and rubbed his slightly stiff cheeks, smiling bitterly.

"...It seems that Uchiha Madara is not dead. It should be correct."

Orochimaru didn't speak, but just took the white snake back into his sleeve.

The notes left by the second generation are actually not very useful. They are just used as evidence to verify the inference that Uchiha Madara is not dead from the side.

"So, Orochimaru, what are you going to do next?"

After sighing, the three generations returned to calm.

"Do nothing." Orochimaru spread his hands, "The preparations for Uchiha Madara have been fully prepared before, redundant actions will only disrupt the established policy, and I think Kanyue-kun is very concerned about this matter, So I'm considering whether to simply hand it over to Guan Yue-jun, teacher, what do you think?"

"You can decide for yourself. After all, you are Hokage now. I'm a retired old man. Just listen to a few gossips from you. Don't ask me for opinions. I'm tired."

The third generation waved his hands, leaning his thin back on the rocking chair, slowly closing his eyes, the rocking chair began to creak and shake.

The corners of Orochimaru's lips curled up, and he smiled helplessly.

"Then, sir, I take my leave."

With a bang, Orochimaru turned into white smoke and disappeared.

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The home of the Uzumaki family.

"Hey, brother Liulang, are you okay?"

Walking on the smooth stone road, Kaguya looked worriedly at Kaguya Rokuro, whose face was as pale as paper.

"Don't worry, I can last for two or three years, even if it is blood-inherited disease, it won't kill me." Huiye Liulang smiled, "Besides, Lord Guanyue seems to have a clue about our family's blood-inherited disease." New research results, maybe I can be saved before I die from blood-inherited disease!

Ninjas do not shy away from the topic of life and death.

Death is something every ninja must learn to face, and there are even courses on how to write suicide notes in ninja schools.

Hui Yetong clenched her slender fingers tightly, staring at the building in front of her almond eyes, with a sense of expectation rising in her heart, looking forward to an ideal result from this visit.

"Hey! Rokuro, you're here! Sister Hitomi is also here... This is a rare visitor!"

Guanyue stood on the steps, smiling and waving hello.

The three of them entered the house, sat down, and some members of the Wei Wei family offered tea.

"Master Guanyue, I don't know what happened when you said you had a clue last time? Can you tell me? What is the blood-inherited disease of our family?"

Kaguya Rokuro held a teacup in his hand, and got straight to the point as soon as he spoke.

"Ah! It's so serious from the beginning... But forget it, I just have to visit Senshou's house in the evening, so I don't waste time." Guanyue coughed twice, and looked at Kaguya Rokuro seriously Hehui Yetong, "I want to ask, Liulang, sister Tong, what do you think is the blood-inherited disease?"

Kaguya Rokuro was silent when he heard the words, as if he was thinking.

Hui Yetong glanced at the silent Hui Ye Liulang, summoned up his courage, and said: "It has been passed down in the family that our corpse veins are flawed blood inheritance boundaries, so there is such a thing as blood inheritance disease. Probably speaking, it should be a kind of harmful substance contained in the boundary of the blood succession...It is not right to say that it is a substance...but it probably feels like this."

(End of this chapter)