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

In the confusion, I slowly recovered my five senses.The ice-like air froze every inch of skin, and the pungent smell of blood rushed straight into the nasal cavity. His tongue felt bitter against his upper teeth. The dizzy tinnitus gradually disappeared, and everything was silent.

I opened my eyes.

A pair of black eye sockets were staring at me. Countless maggots were tangled in the arrow holes across the brow bone. Half of the lower jaw was missing. The entire skeleton was glowing with a green light, as if it was left behind after being admired by Izanami. breath.

And there are tens of thousands of such skeletons in front of me, piled up layer by layer to form a mountain, and each pair of empty eye sockets seems to be coldly shooting out their sight, focusing on me.Under my feet, their once living and powerful bodies rotted into bones the moment I lowered my head.Blood gushed out from between the bones, poured up from the ground, and soon covered the insteps of my feet.

I subconsciously took a step back, crushed a rotten leg bone, and inserted the entire calf directly into a pit full of broken bones.The bone spurs scraped away my flesh, and I couldn't help but howl in agony.

When the mourning started, the dark cracks in the Skull Mountain suddenly flashed a little red light.

Something is coming!

I ignored my whining, endured the secondary pain and tried my best to pull out my calf, then stumbled and ran with my remaining leg.

The earth was trembling, the river of blood had soaked my thighs, and there was an ominous sound of bones rubbing behind me, but I didn't have the guts to look back and ran towards the white light in the distance.

Many familiar objects floated on the blood river, including a bamboo armor painted with the Muto family crest, a lion skin, and a lacquered scabbard...

And a dead man's face.

The river of blood had already surged into my chest. I glanced at the purple face while trudging distractedly, and then turned around and took a second serious look in disbelief.That's someone I know.

It’s my father, Akio Muto.

He opened his eyes, and for the first time I heard his voice clearly, his words were strong and full of majesty.

But what he said to me was: "Don't run away."

what?

I was stunned for a moment, then walked around him and continued walking towards the dim light of the sky resolutely.

He was still floating motionless in the pool of blood, repeating: "Don't run away."

A strange scream overshadowed his advice, and the monster crawling out of the pile of corpses let out a shrill scream like a bone whistle. The sound of bone friction with each movement made people's teeth sore.

I turned a deaf ear to everything, but the river of blood eventually reached my neck.A pair of bony hands wrapped around my ankles, grabbed my legs, and wrapped around my waist.The corpse monster that could touch the sky stood silently behind me, slowly bending down, its strange face made of countless heads reflected in the river of blood.

It's staring at me.

Before the river of blood rose to my mouth, I gave up the struggle with a forced smile.Blood quickly penetrated into my seven orifices, and the world became blood red.

"How to do?"

In the dormitory, the daimyo's breathing became more and more rapid, his whole body was shivering, and his face gradually turned from red to purple.The ninjas and juniors looked at each other, trying to find a solution from each other's anxious eyes.

Canaan was the first to break the deadlock. He glared at the ninjas several times, and finally just punched the ground: "I'm going to find Dr. Saionji!"

The Saionji Onishi he mentioned was a doctor invited from Kyoto by the Daimyo's mother. He came from a family of Kampo medicine and specialized in internal medicine. It was a perfect time to find him as a reinforcement at this time.Toramaru also thought of this, gritted his teeth and glanced at the daimyo, jumped up and strode after Canaan.

Ranmaru, who had some knowledge of medical skills, knelt beside the daimyo and took his pulse, his brows furrowed tightly. Hashirama knew that medical ninjutsu could not cure internal diseases, but he still put his hand on the daimyo's hot forehead and continued to pump out chakra. It seemed that This can really relieve some pain; Tobirama wetted the daimyo's face with water to cool it down, and Izuna stood beside him silently twisting the towel for him.

"Madara," Hashirama let out a long sigh, stood up and told his close friend who came around holding the quilt, "you have to invite someone."

"Who?" Madara handed the quilt to Tobirama and followed him to the door.

Hashirama smiled bitterly and tapped his fingertips in front of the two of them: "Someone who might be able to save us."

Madara's eyes narrowed: "What?"

"Please come here with your ears..."

"I understand." After hearing this, Madara suddenly understood and left without hesitation.

Hashirama closed the paper sliding door to shut out the cold wind. Looking at the unconscious daimyo surrounded by people, he couldn't help but sigh again.

"Tobirama," he took the sweat towel from his brother's hand, "go call Nara and the others over and tell them the reason, but be sure not to leak the news."

"I'll go with him." Quan Nai said seriously.

"Okay." Hashirama no longer paid attention to them, and lowered his head to sit next to Ranmaru: "How is your highness doing?"

Ranwan changed his hand, closed his eyes and muttered: "The high fever persists, and the pulse is loose and tight, even a little thin. The pulse on the left is stronger, and the pulse on the right is weaker..."

Hashirama thought that as long as everyone at the martial arts field that day knew that the daimyo had suffered from the cold, he still asked with hope: "You... can you do anything?"

Ran Wan opened his peach-blossom eyes, and his eyes darkened: "My level is limited, and His Highness is rich in gold..."

Both of them knew that their three-legged cat medical skills were of no use. The patient's condition was deteriorating little by little in front of them. The daimyo was still shivering while wrapped in two layers of brocade quilts, and his teeth collided with each other, making a "gurgling" sound.

Hashirama began to search for a fire bowl throughout the room, while Ranmaru held the daimyo's hand outside the quilt to prevent her from scratching her neck, which was struggling to breathe.

"Bam—"

The door of the house was violently thrown open.Keyakihara led the way, walking so fast that the hem of his clothes barely touched the ground, and like a whirlwind, he arrived in front of the daimyo's bedside.Doctor Saionji, Toramaru, Kanan, and four or five maids followed her, among whom Hashirama saw the chief maid of the daimyo.

"Akinari." Keyakiharaden calmly asked the kind-faced Kampo doctor to check the daimyo's condition, turning a blind eye to Ranmaru and Hashirama.

Saionji Onishi checked the daimyo's face, the whites of his eyes, and his mouth, tested the temperature of his forehead, and then firmly placed his fingers on the patient's wrist. The skillful demeanor of this set of movements alone made people feel at ease.

Keyakihara's cold gaze fell directly on the head maid. "When did Zhang Cheng become ill?"

"Back to Your Highness, Zhang Chengdian showed signs of fever when he got up this morning. His face was flushed, his throat was dry and sore, and he ate half as much food as usual. He only ate the boiled winter melon and shiitake mushrooms..." The maid said nothing. When she reported the details, Keyakihara-dono kept talking without stopping.

Hashirama was horrified when he heard this. Although the maids had no sense of existence, to a certain extent they were the ones who truly controlled all the secrets of Sagayama City.

After hearing that the daimyo's only unconventional move last night was agreeing to help a maid send a letter from home, Keyakihara-don finally stopped.She glanced across the room with a knife-like gaze: "Where are the other maids in charge of serving?"

The head maid couldn't wait to say: "Zhangcheng Palace has reduced their tasks by half, and they won't let us wait here when nothing happens - Zhang Cheng Palace often even does it himself. This is really -"

"Is this the reason why you have neglected your duties?" Keyakihara raised his eyes, the ends of his eyes raised like blades.

The head maid fell to her knees with a plop: "Don't dare!"

Keyakiharaden let her kneel and focused his attention on Ranmaru.Ranmaru said nothing and bowed down without any delay.

At this moment, Tobirama's unique door-knocking signal sounded.

So a group of seven young ninjas sat down neatly in the courtyard. They had to look up at the mother of the Daimyo, the middle-aged woman who was not tall.

Keyakihara looked at everyone one by one, his eyes lingering on Hashirama especially long: "I heard that Akinari has been coming in and out with you every day for more than half a month?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Hashirama consciously assumed the responsibility of answering.

"Then you must know the cause of his illness." Keyakiharaden's words hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Even Hashirama felt guilty: "...Yes, Your Highness."

Tobirama coughed, and Izuna pulled the youngest Akimichi horse hard, and everyone looked pale.

"Speak!" She succeeded in making the ninjas tremble.

Hashirama stared at the corner of Keyakihara-don's clothes, and for some reason he was afraid of this woman who he could beat with one hand: "Shojo-don probably caught a cold during our drill... contracted the wind chill..."

"Tick tock." Someone's sweat dropped to the ground.

"Look into my eyes." Keyakihara ordered, his amber eyes filled with murderous intent like the eyes of a lioness.This is the anger of a mother, a mother who has seen countless deaths in a high position. Even Hyuga Masanori, the oldest and most experienced in missions, couldn't help but suffocate. If Izuna hadn't taken care of him, Akimichi Shouma would have screamed out. made a sound.

Hashirama suddenly realized that in the past few months, he seemed to have established some wrong perceptions in getting along with the daimyo, so much so that he forgot the cruel reality.Not everyone is like a daimyo who has a heart that can tolerate Baichuan and a character that is so soft that he is unwilling to actively harm anyone. The vast majority of people in this world - especially those in power who hold power - are bound to retaliate. They will instinctively treat anyone who harms their own interests cruelly and destroy all possibilities for the other party to fight back.

The previous overtures to the ninja clan without asking for anything in return were just the wishes of the daimyo. The entire ruling group of the Fire Country was not that "kind". Even the daimyo's mother still did not understand the daimyo's will, let alone May his dream come true.If the daimyo really can't survive, then the ninjas will inevitably be severely punished. No matter how quickly the situation of the ninja clan can be improved, he and Madara...

Hashirama didn't dare to think about it anymore. He had watched that precocious child go through so many hardships, and how much benefit and warmth he had gained from her. She must not be ruined at the beginning of her great career by everyone's mistakes.

In front of the silent room, Keyakihara's cold laughter was particularly harsh. She squeezed out the words between her sharp teeth, and every word was soaked in blood: "You all listen to me! If Zhangcheng can't wake up, I will I want one of you to choose one of you to be buried with my son!"

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