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

It's midnight in Changhe County of the Fire Country.

The sword between Hashirama was given by the Daimyo. Although it was not made by the Supreme Lord, it was still a first-class work. The blade flowed like snow, with Sanskrit scriptures engraved on it. The tip was polished until it was only as thick as white paper. It was effortless. It can cut into human skin with just a slight blow.

The knife was now only a finger away from the strange creature's forehead, but the strange creature turned a blind eye to it.It hunched its body, lowered its ugly head, and continued to try to get closer to the three of them under the restraint of the shadow: "Do you want to come?"

Hashirama took a deep breath, the rotten smell filled his lungs, and the tip of the knife trembled slightly.

Is this thing still alive?Someone is controlling it?Is it a ninjutsu effect—an illusion?

"Who are you pretending to be a ghost? Come out!" Nara shouted angrily, and a black shadow rose into the sky.

The tip of the knife had already dipped into the monster's sperm whale-like forehead, but only a thicker smell of corruption spread in the air.Hashirama grasped the handle of the knife and felt the subtle touch: "It's not a genjutsu... it has no puppet strings, no chakra circuits... and no blood..."

"What the hell is this? Is it possible to walk through the woods in front of you..." The Nara ninja's voice no longer contained the gentleness before, "Lord Canaan, from the Senju family, did you hear the voice behind us? Quick, we need to make a decision."

Anyone who is not deaf can hear the roar of the river. A barrier lake is about to be formed. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

"Follow him." After not speaking for a long time, Canaan suddenly calmed down and even stepped forward to grab the monster's hand and look at it carefully. "What he is holding is the bell issued by Yanshan Temple."

At the warrior's command, the monster broke free and staggered toward the woods.The mountains are getting higher and the rain is gradually stopping.The forest is deep and foggy, with tangled vines, broken branches and leaves, and muddy water forming traps full of insects and hogs.Even an elite ninja couldn't see, so he had to light a precious fire stick to illuminate the ground beneath his feet.

Hashirama's eyes never left the monster. Its buoyant footsteps, flat chest, and weird appearance triggered his alarm all the time.He has seen ninjas whose appearance became distorted for the sake of secret techniques, and detailed puppets made from corpses, but he has never seen anything like this...

What's even more outrageous is that this guy can actually teleport!One second it was standing five steps away, and in the next moment it was standing at the end of the road dozens of feet away.

In the forest, the road was extremely difficult to find. The three of them were concentrating on guarding against enemies that might be ambushing them, while following the monsters with suspicion. They walked without incident all night.When the sky was about to dawn, the three people with black eyes finally saw the monster's appearance clearly under the dim light on the top of the mountain. .seven

——Ultimately ugly.

Nara Ojiro glanced at it unbearably and jumped up to the treetop to investigate: "There is a village at the foot of the mountain, and the road in front of the village leads to the outside of the basin."

Hashirama put away his knife, silently took out the map and added a few strokes, then handed it to Canaan to wait for instructions.From the corner of his eye, he saw the monster poking deep in the grass like a Jizo stone, holding a bunch of copper coins in his hand.

"Are you coming?" The ringtone was still ringing.

Canaan pressed his temples tiredly: "Let's bypass the village and continue westward to find a place to rest."

The side effects of staying up late on the road slowly appeared. Once you stop and start again, both ninjas and ordinary people find it difficult to walk.When they crossed the ridge, Hashirama looked back cautiously, and the monster just disappeared in the morning light.

"It's really weird."

Canaan sighed with a rare sigh: "According to the records in the Dhammapada Sutra, the Zen master was probably a mendicant and passed away here. Because he had made a great wish in the past and was willing not to go to the Western Paradise. And here to guide the way for travelers."

Hashirama raised his eyebrows, what would the Daimyo complain about if he were here? "Isn't this too imaginative? The monster only said a few words in total, but he told everyone about his life?"

The two of them were suddenly pressed down by the Nara ninja and said, "Be careful to hide!"

There was no smoke coming out of the village, and every household probably hadn't gotten up yet, but they all opened the wood door and stood out, a young man yawning profusely.They gathered in front of the largest house, led by a man dressed as a village chief, and rushed towards the direction of the messenger team.

"Friends who are passing by on the mountain, can you come down and talk to me?" the villagers shouted as they walked along.

Canaan grabbed the package: "Don't worry about it, the mission comes first."

The squad leader is sometimes reliable.Hashirama followed happily.

"The monster you saw is a problem in this village! It killed the monks of Yanshan Temple who visited the village, making it difficult for the village to explain to the temple! There are some things that need to be understood no matter what, please be sure to tell them!" the villagers continued to shout.

ha?monster?That kind of monster in the Japanese idiom?

Canaan stopped with a livid face, and Hashirama understood what he meant.This matter is related to Yanshan Temple, and the messenger team may not be able to stay out of it.

Saga County, the Land of Fire, at the end of the afternoon.

"It's just a fetch of water, why did it take so long?" The mountain ninja had two more packages on his body, and his mouth was curled up and he was about to fall to the ground.

Madara passed directly over him and whispered in Tianhai Renji's ear with a clear purpose.

"...Okay, but you have to join us tomorrow morning. Go ahead." Tian Hai Renji patted Madara on the shoulder, turned around and made a gesture to stop the mountain ninja: "There are many people, and we will talk about it later."

Madara gave a slight greeting to the confused Yamazaka, jumped down the slope and dived into the sea of ​​reeds.He seemed to understand better why the daimyo dared to let Tianhai, who had no territory and no family name, take on the important task of military strategy. Perhaps he saw Tianhai's adaptability.

The mountains of Kawahara are quiet and the reeds and water are singing in the wind.The slanting sunlight dances on the ripples of the water surface, and the river gradually takes over the sun-dried stone beach.The corpse lay quietly on its back on the beach, its mouth wide open toward the sky, as if silently questioning.

The egret did not crow.

Madara stopped twenty steps away from the body.

"Is this your mission goal?" The flower spikes trembled, and a middle-aged man stepped out of the reeds.

This man is about 30 years old, with two beards carefully growing on his lips. The elbows and cuffs of a cyan feathered fabric have been worn and faded. His eyes appear calm at first, but upon closer inspection, they are as sharp as light. His left hand is lightly covering his waist. On the handle of the knife.

How could Madara show weakness: "Is this your date?"

The middle-aged swordsman raised his mustache slightly: "Yes."

"You and I both know that the other person is not the one who killed him, so there is no need to test each other anymore." Bambi measured the length, "Based on the shape of the wound on his neck, it can be inferred that the knife that killed him was at least as thick as the palm of your hand. It depends on your body It doesn’t look like he was trained in weapons like that.”

The middle-aged man put his hands on his hands and smiled: "It makes sense. If someone wants to ask questions, I will rely on your excuse to get away with it."

He removed his hand from the knife, lifted up the hem of Yuzhi, squatted beside the body and looked through it: "Then why did you go and come back? Do you know this person——"

He glanced at Madara's expressionless face: "——Oh, yes, according to your ninja rules, I have to exchange information for information?"

The swordsman swung away a fly that burrowed into the corpse's nostril and began to narrate plainly.

"This person claims to be Ningai Weiji, who studied under Ishikawa Ichimon on Uzuru Island. Three days ago, in an izakaya in Saga Town, he sent me an invitation to fight at the Rikubashi Bamboo Forest in Shodo Village in two days. I was still I had some personal matters to deal with, so I didn't set out with him.

"I waited at the agreed place all night, and until I walked out of the bamboo forest, I thought he had broken the promise because he had given up."

Madara watched him wash his hands slowly: "What did you see?"

"This man's knife was broken into two pieces and buried under the bamboo leaves. The cross section was wavy and as smooth as a mirror."

Although his reason told Madara not to show emotion or anger, he couldn't help but frown.

The middle-aged man's face was solemn: "This is the sword-breaking technique. Although it is not a secret technique, most of the people in the world who can use it have received the teachings of my master and are all famous sword users.

"On the [-]th of last month, one of my junior brothers who was good at this trick was killed.

"And now, a man whose death condition is exactly the same as that of his junior brother is lying here.

"I need to find him."

The middle-aged man stood up, not a single joint made a sound, not a single muscle was deformed or twisted, his eyes were clear and steady as a mountain.Madara, however, felt a murderous aura from everything that was full of beauty.

Revenge for your comrades?He is a good senior brother.

He said: "I need to find the person who wields the broad sword and confirm whether this person is the target of my mission. If so, I need to know the reason why he appears here."

"Indeed, there are very few people who are strong enough to use a wild sword, and even fewer people who are strong enough to use a broad sword." The middle-aged man nodded and adjusted the position of his wakizashi, "Then you plan to go find him alone?"

"Since you ask that, you must have some information."

The middle-aged man resumed his smile: "Of course. You also hide something from me, and I'll wait for you to exchange it."

What a difficult person to deal with.Madarashin said: "If the murderer is the target of my mission, you cannot act rashly and must wait for me to call for support."

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes: "Boy, have your adults never taught you how to negotiate terms?"

"You want to die? I won't stop you." Madara said.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he put away his angry look and walked around the young ninja for a careful look: "I think the blood on your hands may not be as much as mine. You are not a person who talks without proof. Could it be that-- Do you think the swordsmanship of a murderer is far superior to that of you and me?"

A tall and muscular figure appeared in Madara's mind: "The opponent is a ninja, about six feet eight inches tall, weighing more than 25 pounds, left-handed, accustomed to using a cast-iron broadsword with one hand, and good at upper-level construction..."

The most important sentence was stuck at the base of the tongue.This is a person who is highly valued by the top management of the Kingdom of Thunder, and is by no means an unknown person.

The middle-aged man's brows were deeply furrowed: "Your information conflicts with mine... and is even completely opposite in some places."

The conflict of intelligence is not important. Using transformation techniques to forge identities is a ninja's specialty. Anyway, all I know is his true face.Madara looked towards the sunset: "It's getting late. Go confirm the target in your intelligence first."

A piece of paper was thrown down by the two men and rolled up in the running water next to the body, slowly getting wet.

"Zangan Village Miyamoto Township, newly exempted from Wuerzhai."

Changhe County of the Fire Country, it's ordinary time.

As a village built in the mountains, it is a little too wealthy. The land is flat, the houses are neatly arranged, the fences and firewood are placed neatly, and the traffic is in an orderly manner.

"I am the acting village chief. My name is Ren Ji. Thank you so much for the honor of coming to our village." The man wearing a black hat said enthusiastically.

Canaan rubbed the letter box: "Did you just say that monsters killed the monks of Yanshan Temple who visited this village?"

Denji glanced at the mailbox: "It is true, but the villain is just the acting village chief. The real village chief Wandai's legs are not good for walking now. Please move away. She wants to tell you the specific situation in person."

"Okay." Canaan took a step forward to keep up.

wait a minute!Captain!Hashirama's scream was stuck in his throat.

There is obviously something wrong with this village!There is so little cultivated farmland, not many people working in the fields, and there are no mineral veins. Where do their money come from?Was it the strong wind?

The Nara ninja grabbed his arm and said, "Let's show him off."

The moment he was blocked, Hashirama also figured out the key.This village is located within the influence of Yanshan Temple. If the villagers become resentful because they did not receive help, and lie to the temple to shirk responsibility and claim that it was the messenger team that killed the monks of Yanshan Temple, the situation will become more troublesome.

Alas, it would be nice if we hadn't been caught just now. It's strange that they could see us at a glance on a mountain with such dense vegetation.Hashirama looked at the villagers one by one, but after all, he couldn't see anyone who was so gifted that his eyesight was stronger than the Sharingan.

A wooden structure house similar in appearance to the Senju House stands at the edge of the village, with white walls and white paper doors, backed by a lush green bamboo forest. A cool breeze blows, and the temperature seems to be several degrees lower than in the village.

"My lord, please." Denji closed the door behind the three of them.

Before Hashirama took out a fire stick to illuminate, the fire lit up and the lamp reflected the beauty's face.

A soft and beautiful woman with disheveled hair and slender eyebrows was half-lying on the couch, saluting the three of them through the curtain: "I'm really sorry to meet you in such an embarrassing state."

"You don't have to be polite. Do you know about the monks of Yanshan Temple?" Jianan went straight to the point.

Hashirama, who originally thought Canaan would be polite to the beauty, showed a bored expression.The daimyo's evaluation of the team leader is indeed correct, "The guys who grew up in the temple regard Buddhist scriptures as truth and uprightness as simplicity."

"Despite the fact that our village has developed like this, it has always been troubled by monsters. The Zen master originally worked at Yanshan Temple, but later he began to travel around for unknown reasons. When he passed our village for alms, we told him that there were monsters around him, and he I still don’t take it seriously, who would have thought that the next day…” The woman covered her sleeves and sobbed.

Canaan leaned forward slightly: "What do you need from us?"

"I haven't seen that monster for a long time. I don't know how far it has grown after absorbing the life of the Zen Master... Therefore, I want to ask you about the current situation of the monster, and then capture it in one fell swoop to avenge the Zen Master!" The woman Really loud.

Having said this, Canaan briefly talked about the process of how several people escaped from danger.

At a certain moment, Hashirama suddenly felt a sinister look directed at him. When he raised his head, he heard Wandai's warm words: "Then please don't despise the humble and humble house. Let's take a rest before leaving."

"No need - you don't need to ask someone to escort him, we will go on our way." Canaan nodded and rushed out.

Nara Ojiro and Hashirama approached each other: "You also realize that there is a problem in this village/these villagers?"

"Ah? What?" Canaan paused, "I just feel that the people here don't actually respect Buddhism but keep saying they want to avenge the Zen master. This is not the right way to practice. There are too many doubts. We should send a message first, these monsters Please ask the master of Yanshan Temple to resolve the matter."

"Also...that woman doesn't look like a decent person." A blush appeared on her cold, wheat-colored face.

The Nara ninja and Hashirama exchanged helpless glances.This can be considered a mistake.

"I thought you heard it, sir," Hashirama pointed to the dry well in the courtyard, "Since we came in, there has been a scraping sound here."

He used both arms to lift up the stone slab covering the mouth of the well: "Let's see who--"

A long black ponytail swayed at the mouth of the well, and with the "click-click" sound of mechanical twisting, a sharp blade was inserted straight into Bashirama's throat with a snap of his fingers.

Looking into those icy black eyes, Hashirama almost forgot to block.

"……spot?"