[Comprehensive master Naruto] The daimyo of the country of fire is in a panic

The first room is the most spacious room in the mountain city, with an area of ​​36 stacks that can accommodate all the important ministers. The sunlight penetrates through the wooden windows covered with snow-white hemp paper, giving the room a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

On the screen behind the main seat is a screen painting created for his father by the most famous painter of this era, Kano Eitoku. This master of painting used gold powder as the base, piled layers of mica and gold foil, and worked almost nonstop to create, and finally This lion picture was dedicated to my father on the day he became the guardian of the country.

On the east side, the ocean is turbulent, and long winds are coming across the sea. On the west side, the lions stand on the mountains, looking eastward with their heads raised, their manes hunting and hunting, their eyes glaring at the red sun on the horizon on the upper right, exuding a compelling aura of vigor. , looking down at the beasts under the mountain, no one in the world dares to disobey.

Before sitting down, I looked at the leading lion intently for a while.

I have never seen my father sitting in front of this screen and looking down at the crowd.When he finally unified the country and became the hegemon, what kind of expression would he have on his face, sitting here?laughing out loud?pride?How will his subordinates face him?fear?resentment?

What should a ruler do?

My poor imagination can never function when I need it. Instead, the scenes when I was in Yuan Dynasty crowded out and distorted my father's figure piece by piece.

At that time, I was half an inch shorter than I am now, and my wildly beating heart made me want to vomit.No one comforted me. Behind me, my mother stood leaning on me, her nails almost digging into my shoulders. Two tall and thin teenagers knelt silently by the door and opened the door for me.

In an instant, there was a brilliant golden light.The wealth accumulated by the daimyo of the past generations was collected by my father to decorate this room. Each piece is a priceless treasure and symbolizes the majesty of the Muto family.

However, under the golden light there are dark clouds.Dozens of adults who were taller and stronger than me saluted me, hiding their scars and muscles with their clothes, and hiding their provocative or contemptuous gazes with their bows.I walked between them, past the snow-skinned and snow-haired "Nagaga White Ghost" Sasaki Yukakusaku, past the burly and strong "Yaksha Taro" Ishida Takataka, past the always smiling "Three Talents Prime Minister" Yamagata Toshiyuki... …

What did I say to them?I forgot, I just remember that everyone seemed to laugh it off and didn't take what I said to heart.

Then someone announced loudly, and the retainers immediately turned their attention to the door.Their jawlines tightened, their shoulders hunched slightly, they no longer whispered or even exchanged glances.

I also looked straight ahead with all my concentration, thinking that a strong general "eight feet tall, with a belt of ten circumferences, and a high profile" would appear.A middle-aged man who was really reputable appeared. He had no memory, and his expression was plain. Tsukiyo's hair was combed a little fluffy, and there were wrinkles on his body. He was not as tall as Ishida, and his temperament was not as good as Yamagata. He seems to be just an ordinary general.

Our eyes met in mid-air, and I saw clearly the black hat he held in his hand, which was the "crown" he would add to me.

This person is my black-hatted relative, the old writer Chinobu Sakahara.

The memory ended and the phantom gradually dissipated. At this moment, he was sitting in front of me. His eyes were not blinking, and his tone was as calm as ever: "I heard that His Highness favors ninjas. Why didn't you let them accompany you today?"

I will face it myself, why bother involving other people. "It's a confidential conversation, don't let others know."

"It's better to invite them in." Sakahara shook his head.

what?

Like a hurricane passing by, the door suddenly opened wide, the sky brightened, and three young ninjas walked in silently and sat beside the door.

They all had their heads lowered, their expressions covered by their forehead hair, and their regular sitting postures made it impossible to guess.But my heart suddenly hit me - Madara chose the middle position again, separating Izuna from Tongzhu in a protective gesture, and there was a long distance between them.

"The Uchiha sneak attack on the Senju, followed by a melee between Senju, Hagoromo, and Uchiha, resulting in a total of 76 casualties." Sakahara Yun calmly narrated, "Two of the people you want to hire are dead, and the Senju clan leader I apologize."

The people I want to hire...

Hashirama took a deep breath visibly, arching his back like a beast, with veins on his fists exposed, and pressed firmly against his thighs, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

So, in the end, I still accomplished nothing?

"The ninjas in the mountains and Nara will deal with the aftermath. I think we can ask Wuyu and other places to provide some support in terms of food and crops. What do you think?" Sakahara fiddled with the iron bone fan.

"Do as you say." He wants to use his own resources?To do this?Why?

Sakahara stopped moving, and I felt that his eyes were somewhat scrutinizing. He was probably satisfied with my calm attitude, and the corners of his lips twitched upward: "Your Highness is majestic in appearance, quite like a noble prince." Legacy.”

The lion screen behind me didn't add even a single bit of majesty to me, and neither did my late father. "You are ridiculous. How can I, a shameless boy, dare to compare with my father?"

"No, it's very similar." He was extremely persistent on this topic. "It's very similar to Mr. Akira 30 years ago."

I didn't have the patience to go around in circles: "But you must have found someone more like me."

Sakahara laughed, but he did not face me, but the lion at the top of the screen. "Are you also anxious to get to know him?"

The shoji doors moved intermittently, and a child of three or four years old took timid steps.He gently dropped down on his paws like a kitten, looking at everyone in the room with fear rather than curiosity, looking very weak.

But he is a boy.

"He has not yet entered the Yuan Dynasty, who gave him the name of 'Showa'?" I watched him lean on Sakahara's arm and kneel down to salute, as close as a pair of grandparents can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

I have never seen this child, and my father, mother, and brother have never mentioned him!Why did the character " Akira " of the Muto clan fall on his head? This taboo can only belong to the daimyo family!

"A child with a dirty mouth and an ignorant child"... So he was the one you originally wanted to support, right?

"Original Fire Country Ashigami Matsumoto Akisai." A hoarse voice broke all my illusions.

Across the room, my grandmother was looking at me.Against the light, I couldn't see her expression clearly.

Didn't you...you still praise me before you left?Didn’t you tell me to let go and do it? -Is this how you help me?

"Who is Muto Akisai?" I was so tired that I didn't want to hear the answer anymore.

"Your uncle, the heir to the Muto family 26 years ago."

"Chongmingyuan! You are going too far!" A scream came out of the lion's mouth.

There were chaotic footsteps outside, the paper sliding door was violently thrown open, and the mother rushed towards the grandmother with a pale face.Grandma reacted very quickly, dodged the attack, and grabbed her mother's long hair.The mother held back her cry of pain and turned around to scratch her grandmother's face regardless. Her long nails left bloody traces on the loose skin.They knocked down the sliding door, trampled on the paper, pulled off the tassels, and overturned the lamp oil; they opened their eyes angrily, breathed heavily, and did not care about their appearance - the two women fought like lionesses. , tearing it all the way to us.

I, the ninjas, and even Sakahara were stunned. Only Akirawa let out a sharper scream, waking me up from the shock: "Hashirama! Pull them away!"

Hashirama took the rare step of slowing down, thanks to Madara's pat on his arm to remind him.The young man woke up from a dream and began to form seals with tears on his face.Then the branches quickly wrapped around the upper limbs, tightening gently, tightly confining the mother.

But the mother is still struggling: "Chongmingyuan, you are a snake-hearted old woman! Brother, he has obviously disabled his limbs, his mouth and eyes are crooked and covered with sores, he can't get on a horse, he can't sit on a bed, and he doesn't even dare to show his true face! He gave up. Isn’t his position a matter of course? What’s wrong with Akira sending him to rest?”

"How could Akira and I have ever done anything wrong to you! We respected you and supported you, and never said anything bad about you to our children. How did you treat us! Why did you take Aoi Chiyo and Ah Shun away from me? Let’s go! Why do you take the country away from Ashun!”

"Zhang Qi still has descendants! He is Zhang Qi's eldest grandson, and he should inherit the position that was taken away from him!" The grandmother dragged the little boy up.Akira screamed, Madara and Izuna frowned tightly, but Sakahara turned a deaf ear and calmly straightened the wrinkles on his sleeves.

My mother's twisted fingers pointed at me tremblingly: "Taken away? Is this the reason why you abused Ah Shun? Remove the throne for this child? Let her dig in the dirt all her life, leave her naked, let her live Nameless? You just hate me for no reason, why do you treat Ah Shun like this! She is my flesh and blood, your grandson! You can't bear it!"

"Stupid! Unbelievably stupid!" Grandma stared condescendingly at her mother, "Ashun obviously doesn't have to bear all this! Can she legitimately obtain power? Isn't she tied here and unable to show her talents? Who do you think should be blamed! It’s not because of your ambition! Damn it, it’s exactly the same ambition as my son!”

"She-" Mother's throat got stuck.

Grandma grabbed her clothes, glanced at my expression and then slowly put it down: "You also know that Ashun is a girl! You let her take the place of a man, do things like a man, live like a man, how can she still be like a man? Can you go into battle and kill the enemy like a man? Can you marry a wife and have children like a man?"

"No! Why should the retainer obey her? How can the Muto family continue? How will she live with herself? Have you ever thought about it!"

"She can-" The mother picked at the wood and smoothed her nails without realizing it.

"That's enough!" I shouted.

His head was so painful that it was about to explode, Hashirama's expression stung his eyeballs, and the quarrel made his heart throb as if it were immersed in cold water.I didn't want to hear this shit anymore, it reminded me over and over again that I was just a puppet at the mercy of others, and that everything I wanted to do, whether it was about ninjas or about ordinary people, was all a joke.

Akira stopped screaming, her grandmother and mother stopped arguing, the ninjas lowered their heads again, and Sakahara Chinobu actually looked at me with a smile, and his eyes said "You and your father are indeed very similar."

"Grandma, mother, please sit down." I didn't want to look at their ferocious faces anymore, "Sakahara, I think you will be willing to explain to me the reason for bringing...him here."

The child was hiding behind Sakahara and trembling, but Sakahara pulled him out without mercy: "As Chongmingyuan said, if you insist on your current identity, I am afraid that the Muto family will not have any heirs."

"I can let you inherit the family name." I still understand the rules. The family name of the Samurai Group is more like a "brand". In fact, compared with bloodline, a force that is legitimate and powerful enough to take over will ensure that the interests are not damaged. This is the more common "win-win" approach during the Warring States Period.

Hashirama, Madara and Izuna all raised their heads in surprise and looked at me in disbelief.Indeed, the rules of our samurai family are very different from those of ninjas who need blood to maintain their fighting power.

Sakahara restrained his expression and didn't even move his eyebrows: "Wuyu and other places have been disobeying Saga's orders for a long time. If I were allowed to succeed, I'm afraid Ishida, Sasaki and others will also support themselves."

He sighed: "Then there will be chaos again."

"So he will be my heir?" I pointed to the trembling little body lying on the ground, "or will he replace me?"

Sakahara didn't answer, but opened the fan with a "swish" and looked at me from the golden fan surface.The mother couldn't wait to reach out her hand, but her grandmother pressed it down.

I suppressed my anxiety and looked at him as calmly as possible.Finally, he nodded imperceptibly: "The Kingdom of Wind has suffered a severe drought this year, and the iron mines on the border of the Kingdom of Sichuan have been recaptured by us. The shogun of the Kingdom of Wind, Hamasaka Motochika, has decided to raise one hundred thousand troops and will personally lead the troops across the Kingdom of Sichuan. Invading our borders.”

"Look at how timid and fearful he is," Sakahara stroked Akira Kazu's head, "He will definitely be so scared that he wets his pants, so he'd better be a good heir."

During the Warring States Period, how could one be worthy of being a daimyo if he did not know how to fight.This is the question posed to me by the retainers headed by Sakahara, and it is also an opportunity I must seize.

"So," I sat upright, "war or peace? Please teach me.