People are in Konoha, starting from the teacher Uchiha Madara

Chapter 8 The First Step to Becoming Hokage

Doubts are lifted.

Satisfied, Lu Sheng walked on the street with Zhili and Jing.

Although Senshou Tobima didn't tell the whole truth, his attitude has shown that Senshou is for Konoha to dissipate.

Given the prestige of the two brothers in the Thousand Hands Clan, the opposing forces will be quite weak.

The black ninja shoes gently stepped on the hard ground, and the soles of the feet were stained with dust. Now the peaceful Konoha Village is not what they expected, it belongs to the Taoyuan Township of ninjas.

The warm spring sun is not annoying either. The main road in Konoha is full of traffic, and people carrying various goods on their shoulders are surging and yelling wantonly. Many people set up stalls in the shade to sell their goods.

Looking at the lively scene, Lu Sheng couldn't help smiling.

Those ninjas who have experienced the chaos of the Warring States period and are covered in blood all over their bodies will definitely be proud of themselves who have made a contribution to peace when they see such a vibrant scene in the warm spring days.

He understood that the reason for the disappearance of the Thousand Hands Clan wasn't right in front of him.

"Ding~"

The crisp sound of copper bells came from far away on the street, and the huge crowd was driving slowly on the main road.

In front, those wearing retainer costumes held a gorgeous canopy, and golden copper bells tied to the tassels trembled melodiously, covering the lifted sedan chair, and the banner with the family crest of the country of fire slowly moved in the hands of the guards behind. Fluttering.

The continuous sound of horseshoes followed, and the coachman wearing a bamboo hat pulled the reins to control the direction, and the supplies on the carriage were tightly wrapped in black oilcloth.

"It's the daimyo."

In the crowd, Lu Sheng explained to the somewhat dazed mirror.

"Doesn't that mean that the location of Hokage will be determined soon?" Jing Jing looked at the colorful sedan chair with piercing eyes and said softly, "Could it be Uchiha?"

Lu Sheng, who was the first to see the daimyo going out, looked a little confused: "Maybe."

"What's the matter, how can you say something depressing!" Jing was a little aggrieved, the boy's hurried voice was drowned out by the cheers of the crowd around him.

"But there are more and more families in the village. In terms of popularity, there are thousands of hands." Lu Sheng's answer made Jing a little speechless.

The mood of seeing the mirror is a little low.

Lu Sheng added with a doting smile: "No matter who is elected, he will definitely lead the village farther and farther."

"Yes."

After the contact between the leaves, the Thousand Hands Clan is not as rigid as the clansman said, Jing nodded in agreement.

"The number of convoys is huge."

Jiri couldn't help stroking the little belly hidden under the ninja suit and said.

"Across from the penultimate carriage, there is a dumpling shop with colorful flags on it, and there are new store discounts written on it." Lu Sheng, who heard the implication, replied without thinking.

Lu Sheng, who left without saying anything, led a small tuanzi fan through the crowd to the outside of the tuanzi shop.

Jing looked puzzled, and the smiling duo held the dumpling in their hands and said, "But I'm going to go home for dinner later."

"Shut up."

Lu Sheng took the white jade dumpling from Zhili and stuffed it into Jing's mouth.

Jing whimpered his cheeks and bit the dumpling hard. The stickiness of the glutinous rice and the special sugar, the sweet but not greasy taste made him want to stop.

Because of the vigorous agitation, the face was stained rosy, and the mirror flicked the tip of the tongue in his mouth, reminiscing about the taste just now.

"It's a pre-dessert!"

Uchiha Dango members, Lusheng and Jiri also felt the same taste, their eyes crossed in the air, and they smiled at each other.

In the family land, Jing returned home first.

Lu Sheng and Zhili leaned against the wall, listening to the melodious birdsong in the forest outside the wall, hiding in the shade of the trees and walking slowly towards home.

The halo scattered on the deserted streets, and Lu Sheng enjoyed the tranquility of Konoha.

he knows.

This kind of peace will continue for many years, but it must be enjoyed seriously, only youth cannot be let down.

Although he has just started school.

Lu Sheng stared at the girl next to her who was eating dumplings with clear eyes. If she is really the creator of "Izanami", let him put down the civil strife.

First of all, the forbidden art of "Izanagi" should not be widely spread in the clan.

To do this, he must first climb to the position of patriarch, but he estimated that he might get too close to Qianshou in the future, thus losing his position as patriarch.

How to do?
If the mirror is not good, he is also hopeless.

Lei, Baru, Naka?No, they were the core members of that rebellion.

who?

"Lu Sheng, do you want to try this five-color dumpling?"

Zhili took out the last bunch of dumplings from the packing box, tilted her head and asked, her long purple hair was scattered on her shoulders following her mischievous movements.

Lu Sheng sniffed the fragrance of flowers brought by the wind, and said with a smile, "Half for one person?"

"Ok!"

Seeing that the dumplings on the top were skewered away, Zhili responded with a sweet smile.

"My dear grandson, you are back!~"

The mother-in-law dropped the cards in her hand and ran out of the chess and card room, ignoring the teasing voice behind her, and walked towards them.

Lu Sheng vaguely heard the sound of weeping with joy in the room.

"Chi Li, the king of luck, has finally stepped down."

"Who says it's not? The card skills are obviously in a mess, but the luck is good."

The person in the center of the discussion walked towards them with a smile on his face, his eyes that seemed to be dimmed were all lit up, and he looked at Zhili carefully.

Then he tossed the good grandson in his mouth aside.

He held her little hand up thoughtfully, and naturally stood among the three of them, teaching her life experience.

Lu Sheng was a little dazed.

These things are things that my mother-in-law has never talked about before.

The use of ninja tools and the control of physical chakra become memories of the past.

At the door of the house, the mother-in-law looked at the purple-haired girl who was leaving, and looked away reluctantly. She glanced at the good-looking grandson beside her and said sadly: "The girl from the Uchiha family chooses to become a ninja, but she has to experience inhuman pain."

"Don't bully Xiao Zhili in the future! Did you hear me?"

"It's mother-in-law."

In my memory, my mother-in-law has never been as strict as she is now, Lu Sheng responded hastily.

"So what would my dear grandson want to eat?"

The mother-in-law put on a kind smile again, skillfully tied the apron on and asked.

"Everything is fine."

"Then in order to celebrate my mother-in-law winning ten games in a row in the morning, let's make something that my mother-in-law likes to eat." The mother-in-law was quite satisfied with the answer of the good grandson, and replied without thinking.

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"Brother, please help me look at the clothes, where is it messed up?"

Hurrying from the ninja school, he fiddled with the silver hair on the top of his head while changing into a traditional dress, and asked softly in the corridor.

Big name?

In his eyes, he is not as important as Konoha's current backbone ninjas. If it wasn't for money and supplies, he would be lazy to deal with these people.

Politicians with a full belly are far less cute than the Uchiha kid in the morning.

"It's very good! Tobima."

With a bright smile on his face, Hashirama glanced at the somewhat hasty younger brother beside him and said.

"Stop smiling, now is an important time to meet the daimyo." He said while calmly breathing, squinting at the wooden sliding door with guards standing in front of him.

"sorry."

"Give me some energy, big brother! It's not to make you depressed, but to keep you serious." The black thread on Toizuma's head was pulled hard, and Hashirama fell into depression, "This is the first step in deciding Hokage!"

"But."

Zhu Jian hesitated to return to normal state.

"It was said that day, according to the people's election."

Standing between the doors in front of the wooden door with his arms folded, he looked straight ahead and said solemnly.

(End of this chapter)