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

In a moment, the clouds are getting higher and higher after the moon passes, and the sky is dotted with stars flying over.

The clear shadows of the mountains and rivers are vivid, and the osmanthus branches are as if they can be climbed.

The castle tower is built on the top of a majestic mountain. Its stone walls and gray tiles are bathed in the moonlight, like a sharp green sword piercing the sky on the fertile plain.On the top of the castle tower, Madara Uchiha looked up at the bright moon, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Unlike the families of other young ninjas, the Uchiha family had vacillated between the two countries of lightning and fire, and was predicted to be a collaborator with the enemy by Sakahara and others.This was a political taboo, so from the beginning of the Muto family's plan to win over the ninja clan, the Uchiha family was far inferior to the Yamanaka and Nara who were hired by Sakahara personally in the selection sequence, and inferior to the loyal Aso family. The recommended Akimichi is not as good as Hinata who helped the Uesugi family to bring order to order...

Not as good as the Senju who has been following the daimyo.

Therefore, Madara originally thought that he and Izuna would be treated more harshly than when they had a simple employment relationship. His father even trained the two of them for a period of time in advance for this matter, and secretly went to the shrine to pray for them.

But the development of things surprised Madara and Izuna.If learning obscure ancient Chinese literature is a form of punishment, reading is the most severe form of punishment for daimyo.Not only the Uchiha brothers, but all the young ninjas who were sent as hostages were detained by the daimyo to learn some knowledge monopolized by the samurai and noble classes, some ideas and knowledge that the ninjas had never heard of or seen before.

What is even more surprising is that after several days of eating, living together, going in and out together, and being tortured to death by new knowledge, the young ninjas who stood in similar positions naturally abandoned the taboos of the past for some reason and started to compete with each other. They would fight each other for reasons, and they would fall asleep because of night talks - developing such a close relationship with ninjas from other clans was something that Madara had never dared to think about before.From birth, the wariness of non-original people has been engraved in the bones. This is the rule that ninjas must abide by if they want to survive.

Now this rule that has been passed down for thousands of years has been broken so easily by the daimyo, in just 20 days.

Madara took a deep breath of the crisp early spring night air.He turned his head and found Hashirama looking at him sideways.

"Isn't this what I once said, the prototype of the ninja school?" He pointed in the direction of the martial arts field.

The mountain breeze brought a not-so-distant memory, and Madara slowly recited: "'...In order for the children in the village to thrive, a school should be established to train them, and then appropriate tasks should be assigned to each person according to their ability and strength. ...'"

"You remember so clearly!" Hashirama smiled and patted Madara on the shoulder, "In order to distribute the tasks in the most reasonable manner, we must also establish a leadership team that can correctly divide the task levels."

His eyes suddenly became as bright as flames: "His Highness is cultivating us and cultivating this leadership."

Madara felt that his heart skipped a beat. He felt an unprecedented sense of pride, as if he were on the top of a mountain overlooking thousands of miles of fertile fields, watching the dawn of the golden crow in the east, the lonely sun in the desert in the west, the dusk snow on thousands of mountains in the north, and the long wind in the South China Sea. Break the waves and hold the magnificent mountains and rivers thousands of miles away in your heart.

Hashirama looked up at the sky: "She can see further than us."

"Yes."

"I have a hunch." Hashirama's chest rose visibly, "Her Highness said she wanted Senju and Uchiha to live in peace, and she did it.

"In the future, she may allow us to enter the upper echelons of this country, as her arms, and live as equals with the warriors."

Madara's eyes lit up with a bright red light: "We will make that day come as soon as possible."

When Hashirama and Madara returned to the castle tower in the middle of the night, they were not surprised to see their brothers sitting in opposite corners of the room, taking a nap.The two people are extremely incompatible and can always find differences in various places. Even when they are sleeping, they have to keep the longest distance between them.

Hashirama was about to smile helplessly at Madara, but suddenly he stared straight at the bed in the center of the room.

In the darkness, the daimyo sat up at some point, lowering her head silently. Her long hair covered most of her face, and her arms hung limply on both sides of her body. It looked weird.

Hashirama immediately pinched Madara, and was pinched back the next second. The two of them rubbed the backs of their necks and looked at each other, realizing that this scene was not an illusion.

"...Madara..." the daimyo said quietly.

"Ah ah she's calling you!" Hashirama quickly hid behind him and pushed Madara forward with a palm.

Madara didn't think there was anything to be afraid of. He knelt down beside the bed and obeyed the order, his knees about one step away from the mattress.

The daimyo raised his head, and by the candlelight, Madara saw that her face was red, her lips were chapped, her eyes were sparkling, and her eyes were no longer clear and clear as before, as if she was drunk.

"Come here." She patted the quilt beside her vigorously.

Madara's eyes widened.This... just now she and Hashirama boasted their reputation to the sky, is she going to reveal her true nature now?

Izuna gasped after being awakened, and the Senju brothers were also shocked. Although they all knew that some patrons would ask ninjas for some... too personal and in-depth communication requests, they never thought that one day such a thing would happen. It will fall on the people around you.

Madara secretly mobilized his chakra, prepared for the worst, slowly walked forward on his knees, and gradually felt the Daimyo's overly hot breath.

Suddenly, a small hand touched his wrist.

When Madara opened his Sharingan, the daimyo held his hand tightly, his eyes pierced into his heart, and laughed heartily like he had received a treasure: "You are my Wu'an-kun! I will worship you as Zuo Shuchang." , Soon we will lead an army of [-] troops out of Hangu Pass, shake the capital city of Ying, capture Zhao Kuo's army in the north, conquer the territory of Hanzhong in the south, sweep across the six countries, and dominate the world!"

She changed her tone again and said sincerely: "But I will never let you suffer the jealousy of King Zhaoxiang, I swear on my head."

Heat continued to spread from the palms of the clasped hands, but Madara had already calmed down and stared blankly at the daimyo who was extremely excited and acting like a monster in the middle of the night, falling into deep confusion.

"Izuna!" The daimyo stood up and walked crookedly towards the corner. Madara stumbled several times because of her.

Quan Na was blocked in the corner and didn't dare to move. All she had left was a pair of eyes filled with questions, and the daimyo held her hand.

"You are my Huo Piao Yao! I should order you to lead the elite cavalry to attack King Hu's court, drive six moves, strike with lightning and thunder, and impoverish the land. Seal the wolf to live in Xu, close to the vast sea, draw the river to the west, and make the counties Qilian!

"You will live a long life...and have the pleasure of drinking from the Horse Wine Fountain every year..."

Quan Nai didn't understand it at all: "...Oh."

The daimyo didn't care what his reaction was, he rushed to the Senju brothers again.Seeing her unsteady steps, Hashirama quickly reached out to support her.

“Hashirama.

"You will be my Prime Minister Zhuge. You will be able to manage changes and understand changes, judge nobles and wise people, accumulate merits and prosperity, bless the people with virtue, be omnipotent in military and political affairs, make the best use of the people of the times, and create peace for all ages!" She breathed heavily! , word by word.

At this point, Tobirama silently took the hand she extended and let her use his strength to stand.

"Feijian," her voice was hoarse, "you are my Wei Xuancheng. You are upright, not flattering to the powerful, know the laws and regulations, and will not give in. You are serious about admonishment, speak out with the right words, protect the land and protect the people, and protect the interests of the common people... "

The daimyo couldn't speak any more and fell softly to the ground.Four pairs of hands tried to help her at the same time, only to find that her whole body was hot, her heart was beating fast, and her hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably.

Madara didn't need Senju's medical ninjutsu to know what was going on: "Your Highness has a high fever."

After a while of fussing, Hashirama tucked her back into the quilt, Tobirama brought water, Izuna thought for a while, found a wet towel and put it on the daimyo's head.

"Hehe." After seeing them busy, the Daimyo smiled innocently like a real child for the first time.

Seeing her unfamiliar and fragile look, the four of them sighed inwardly.

"It's all our fault." Tobirama didn't say it clearly, but everyone remembered the nonsense during the day.

Hashirama pressed the corner of the quilt tightly to prevent the Daimyo who kept shouting hot from getting out. "You are so ill, don't go to the morning meeting tomorrow, Your Highness."

"I'm going!" she shouted hoarsely, then let out a series of unstoppable coughs.

Tobirama pressed the corner of the quilt on the other side. "Don't go. Didn't you ask me to advise you? Now is the time to humbly accept advice."

"No, I have something important to say tomorrow." She pouted childishly.

Izuna and Madara looked at each other: "No matter how important things are, they are not as important as your body."

The daimyo calmed down and seemed to have returned to his normal state, but Izuna knew that even the towel on her head was hot to the touch.

"Many things are more important than my life," she looked around at the four of them, "and I can't let you be punished because of my illness."

The teenagers stared blankly at the patient who refused to admit defeat.She was always like this, from the moment they first met, she tried to use her thin arms to cover everyone under her wings, shielding people who were many times more powerful than her from the wind and rain.Should she laugh at her for overestimating her abilities?But the promise she made had been fulfilled unknowingly.

"Keep my secret." She closed her eyes.

Hashirama listened to the morning meeting most attentively ever.

When he heard the conversation clearly, he understood why the daimyo insisted on attending the meeting despite being sick.At the meeting, she announced three things in a hoarse voice:

First, it clearly stipulates the time for attendance and handover. It is 20 days after tax collection in the New Year and summer and autumn. Everyone must be present. In addition, if there is a major event, such as a neighboring country raising troops or the family being attacked, military arrangements will be discussed in advance. ;

Second, dispatch county agents to Wuyu and Kanyu to exercise local economic, military and security powers, taxation rights and other powers, and organize the samurai in the domain. The county agents are directly responsible to the daimyo and the family elders meeting;

Thirdly, with Touyuki Yamagata as the person in charge, he founded a public school in Saga to teach various civil and military contents that warriors must learn. The guardians of each county must send one of their children to the school, and there is no limit on direct concubines. Children of powerful people from other places can also attend school if they wish. You can enroll on your own.

There was also an order to send low-level warriors throughout the territory to encourage people to farm, record mining sources, make friends with merchants, and search for talented people. Several people raised objections. In the end, both parties compromised, and the local guards decided who to send.

Thus, Astronomy’s first attendance report in 26 years came to an end.

The meeting ended, and the daimyo remained erect in his position until all the retainers took their leave.

Four young ninjas rushed out from different positions and were shocked to see that her face was already so crimson that even frost could not hide it.

Hashirama half-knelt in front of her and stretched out his hand to her without hesitation.

The daimyo gave him a blank look and fell into his arms without saying a word.