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

Senju Hashirama felt panicked now.

Four hours ago, the Uchiha ninja observed the assassin with his Sharingan and decided to take the initiative after internal deliberations.During this process, they did not exchange information with the Senju at all, and decided on their own that the latter would be responsible for transferring the daimyo, so the Senju took half a stick of incense to respond.

But compared to previous expectations, this was the best situation. At least Uchiha didn't take advantage of the enemy's attack to stab Yin Dao secretly.Although the two sides ultimately endured similar battle pressures and suffered similar numbers of casualties, after all, they were the ones who rushed in front, and it was hard for the Thousand Hands to criticize them.

After that, the Senjus also treated the wounded Uchiha at the request of the daimyo. The atmosphere on both sides eased, and they even appeared on the battlefield as the same camp, which far exceeded Hashirama's expectations.

Now, he should be excitedly reviewing yesterday's battle with Madara, and using examples to strengthen his confidence: the once-antagonistic ninja clan can also live in peace, right?

"Madara——" Here!

"Brother, I can't bend my thumb when I'm doing the seal. What's going on?" A furry head suddenly squeezed between the two of them.

"It's weird, do it again, Izuna." Madara slapped Hashirama's claws off and played with his younger brother's hands.

"Madara, you-" look at me!

"Brother, why didn't the daimyo have a chance to speak at all during the morning meeting? Shouldn't everyone listen to the daimyo?" Izumi put her ear to the roof, calling for brother Uanfan to come and listen.

"Be careful, Izuna," Madara passed by Hashirama's ear, and quickly moved over to cover his brother's mouth, "This is not something that can be discussed." "Madara, we--" We found you!

"Oh, brother, I stepped on a thorn! It hurts!"

"Where is it? Let me see!"

From Hashirama's angle, only Madara's back could be seen, but he was facing Uchiha Izuna's face full of vigilance and provocation.The child sneered and mouthed "Stay away from us". He didn't seem to take the wound seriously at all, and he still sucked in the air to attract his brother's attention.

I am completely disgusted, Senju Hashirama.

The world was dark and life was no longer fun. Hashirama balled himself up and stuffed himself in a corner, feeling that he was just a little trash abandoned by everyone.

"Senju is a big rubbish liar. Anyone who wants to deceive Uchiha should die." Izuna suddenly appeared in front of him at some point, stretched out his hand and gave him a gentle push.

Varied--

"Boom-"

"Who is making a noise here?" Shan Xian just smiled when a loud noise interrupted his efforts to create a profound atmosphere.

"I'm so sorry!" Dogezaza kept apologizing while holding the big bag on her head.

I quickly put a flag on Hashirama: "This is the ninja I hired, you don't have to worry."

Shanxian stretched out his fingers and licked his moustache, cleverly concealing the slightest hint of displeasure at being disturbed: "I heard that you trust the ninja clan very much recently, and you can't sit or stand without the ninja."

Think about yesterday, if I dared to leave them, you could join forces to hold my funeral today.

"The governance of the country, the economy, the world's security, and the country still have to rely on you - and all of you." I gasped.

As expected, Yamagata raised the corners of his lips: "If you say you have the most power, who can compare to Sakawara-sama?"

"The prosperity of the Muto family requires everyone's concerted efforts. If I rely on my own strength, there are many things that I can't do." I tried to be sincere.

"It was my dereliction of duty for not protecting your safety." He shook his head sadly.

"What happened in the past is in the past. And didn't we just say in the meeting that the murderers will be thoroughly investigated? They will be punished as they deserve." Doesn't it have nothing to do with your acquiescence that the killers are becoming more and more rampant?

The nonsense exchange was over and we looked at each other and smiled.Hashirama was trying his best to become a background decoration, as motionless as Toramaru who was holding the sword beside me.

Shanxian praised me from a different angle: "Although you were attacked, you were not afraid of danger and had extraordinary courage. It really impressed me."

"The martial arts master taught me a lot, such as being calm in front of the blade." I kept a business smile.

Shanxian coughed lightly: "You have a very strong learning ability. It may not be enough for you to be taught by just a few martial arts masters."

Here we go, the main event is here.I paid attention to controlling my breathing to avoid letting him see that I was actually looking forward to it: "What do you mean?"

"You can't favor any particular knowledge. Only those who have both civil and military skills and know how to fight and observe etiquette can be qualified warriors. Calligraphy, classics, drums, flutes, taiko drums, chess, etiquette, horses, long swords, inch guns, bows, iron cannons, Japanese songs, etc. Etc., they are all things that need to be learned.”

What?so much?I can’t finish learning from elementary school to death?Shouldn’t I learn how to deal with government affairs the most?

"You not only have to improve your personal military power, but you also have to be polite when facing other nobles and foreign guests, and inspire people at banquets to reward soldiers. These are necessary skills. You don't have to achieve a high level of achievement to choose Just a few specializations are enough." Shanxian explained patiently.

"But who should I ask for advice?" I already knew the answer and looked into Shanxian's eyes.

"Autumn is here, and everyone else has to go back to organize the autumn harvest. They unanimously elected me to be your teacher." He leaned forward slightly and saluted.

I quickly knelt down solemnly and returned the gift: "Then I ask you to accept this stupid disciple of mine."

"In other words," he smiled with wrinkles on his face, like the roots of an old tree growing into spirit, "you are smarter than you think you are, Your Highness."

The courtyard is covered with frost and leaves have fallen, and the beautiful scenery is gradually becoming desolate.The west wind blows the curtain, and the autumn water ripples with clear waves.

This is a poem I was forced to write blindly by Shan Xian. I had no choice but to start literature class on the afternoon of the day he announced his appointment as teacher.I suspect that Yamagata used personal information when arranging the course schedule - because he is one of the famous waka poets in his country.In order to be closer to the "elegance" he demanded, I stared at the courtyard and scratched my head for five minutes.

"The poems written by His Highness seem to contain profound meanings. They are very much in the style of "Bai's Changqing Collection". It is worthy of you." He high-fived the poems and ordered someone to copy the poems.

Don't brag, how can I write poetry?This thing of mine does not conform to the Chinese "The Rhymes of the Old Man" nor the Japanese "Anthology of Ancient and Modern Japanese Songs". Is it just a pile of vocabulary?

Moreover, why do you use Bai Juyi's works as teaching materials?Could it be that everyone in this world also has a Tang Dynasty father in the setting?Everyone in the world misses me, the Tang Dynasty?

"That's it for today. Thank you for your hard work." After tormenting each other for two hours, Shanxian finally said goodbye.

"Thank you for your hard work. Please be careful on your way back." I want to ambush you halfway and beat you up.

Yamagata will return to his residence in the castle town. His eldest son is taking care of things for him in his territory. His vassals assist his eldest son while managing their respective retainers, and his vassals obey The commander who is my direct superior may not even remember my name...

The so-called monarch of my lord is not necessarily my lord. My daughter's daughter - cough - this system is the original meaning of the word "feudal system" as defined by Western historians.

"Do you want to hang this poem up?" Ranwan wrote like a dragon and a snake, and put the words on the paper with a swipe of his brush.

"No, no need." I haven't reached that level of narcissism yet, "Let Canaan put it away."

"You don't have to belittle yourself. We all think you are extremely talented. You can compose poetry just after learning poetry. This is not something that everyone can do." Ranmaru said in a sincere tone.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess I won't be able to learn anything in my life, literature or something." Little Taiyang Hashirama was also encouraging.

Toramaru, the first chef of Honmaru, was naturally not to be outdone: "In my opinion, your level is much higher than that of the Water Country Daimyo who always brags about the 'Sea Singing Fairy'!"

In fact, this is not the first time I have learned... No, no, no, I can't listen to rainbow farts anymore, I'm going to drift off, it's really hard to be a calm daimyo.

The Tuanshan brothers jumped down from the eaves to join the team. Judging from the dust stains on their clothes, they probably had just sneaked away to practice elsewhere.Everyone packed up their pens, ink, paper and inkstones and prepared to leave. I wanted to lend a hand to help, but they rushed me to the window and said, "Don't waste your talent, just write another poem while you are inspired."

Only then did I suddenly realize that there was another figure hiding behind the maple tree in the courtyard.

It was a girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a tan kimono that was almost the same color as the tree trunks. The sleeves were tied up high with straps, exposing two slender arms.While sweeping the fallen leaves with her broom, she softly hummed a soothing song over and over again.

The song was very melodious and reminded me of the lullaby my mother sang when I was little. I couldn’t hear the lyrics clearly because I was too far away, so I tiptoed a few steps closer.

"Bang bang——" The branches crackled.

Alas, I really failed to activate the silent stealth skills like the ninjas.

When she saw me, she was stunned, and then jumped up like a hare: "Ah! Your Highness!"

"Are you the one responsible for cleaning fallen leaves?" As we got closer, I noticed that she was shivering, so I said as gently as possible.

"I'm so sorry! I disturbed you! I'm so sorry!" She knelt down in the pile of leaves with such force that she seemed to be suffocating herself with dead leaves.

"It doesn't matter. I wasn't disturbed. On the contrary, I disturbed your singing. You don't have to be so afraid. Just raise your head and speak."

The girl was even more panicked, and the fluffy rolls on her head kept trembling as she kowtowed. "I'm guilty! I shouldn't have sung this song! Please spare me!"

I don’t understand how serious a crime it can be if it’s just a lyrical ballad and it’s not “Song of X and the Restoration”.

"Your Highness?" Xiao Xing and the ninjas came over in two groups.

"Wait a minute, I have something to ask her," I tried to say in a commanding tone. "Do as I say, okay? You stand up, look at me, and tell me the name of this song."

As if she had exhausted all her strength, she mechanically completed my request. A beautiful face with deep eyebrows appeared in front of me, looking at me desperately: "This is Zhutian Lullaby, Your Highness."

"Bold! Singing forbidden songs in the daimyo's mansion!" Toramaru's reaction shocked me.

Canaan was also unusually determined: "Your Highness, this woman cannot be kept."

The young people were so excited that I couldn't help but want to see the expressions of the ninjas.Hashirama frowned and avoided my gaze; Madara looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak; even Izuna, who had always been innocent and innocent, sighed heavily and held Madara's wrist.

"Why is it a forbidden song?" I looked at Ranmaru who was acting the most normal.

Ranmaru replied flatly: "In order to maintain public order, Duke Akira exiled the lowest and most lowly sinners to Zhutian Village. Some escapees made up this song to slander him, so the Shosheng Palace banned this song."

"No!" Madara retorted loudly, his eyes wide open like a mad tiger. The girl was so frightened that she could no longer hold on and staggered to the ground.Hashirama and Izuna hurriedly restrained him with all kinds of tricks. Hashirama even stuffed his fist into Madara's mouth, causing the latter to only make an angry "wow" sound.

Could such a soothing song be a literary weapon to slander people?

"Sing it to me again." I knelt down and said to the girl calmly.

Perhaps because she had given up, or perhaps because she saw hope in my eyes, she finally sang softly.

"I'm tired of watching over my children.

After Obon Festival

The snow will fall one after another

The child also kept crying

Bon festival is here

What's the joy?

no new clothes

No belt either

The child always cries

It's harder to guard him

Carrying it lasts a day

Getting thinner and thinner

I really want to go out as soon as possible

leave this place

You can see it over there

My parents’ home…”

"How did today's class go?" my mother asked me during dinner.

"I practiced kendo and spearmanship, and learned poetry and Japanese songs under the guidance of Yamagata." I answered respectfully.

“Do you feel rewarded?”

"Swordsmanship and spear skills can make people brave, and writing can make people increase their self-cultivation."

Listening to a song can help me wake up from the glitz of literature and art, fame and wealth, and realize my true position and goals.