Hokage: I use spiritual power to release ninjutsu!

the next morning.

The capital of the Fire Nation, Daming Mansion.

The weather was originally sunny for many days in September, but today it has changed;

The sky was covered with dark clouds; from time to time there would be a flash of lightning and a loud roar of thunder.

"Huh...huh..."

At this moment, a strong wind blew up; the dark clouds above the huge Ming Mansion seemed to have been blown away a little.

But it failed to dissipate the dark clouds in the hearts of those looking up below.

This person is wearing a gorgeous white robe and a fan-shaped velvet hat with a red flame logo on his head; he is holding a precious feather fan in his right hand.

His whole body exudes a noble and extravagant aristocratic atmosphere.

At this moment, I was looking at the dark clouds in the sky expressionlessly;

Astonishingly, he is the Daimyo of the Fire Nation who has the greatest power and the greatest authority in the entire Fire Nation!

He had been feeling vaguely uneasy since last night and had difficulty falling asleep.

Even if I finally managed to fall asleep, the quality of my sleep could not be compared to the past.

This was the first time he had spent such a difficult night.

As the most noble person in the Land of Fire, he is also one of the five people who stand at the top of the entire ninja world;

If you want the wind, you need the wind, and if you want the rain, you need the rain.

Not to mention playing music every night, sleeping drunk and dreaming every night is almost the same.

But last night, he never enjoyed the joy of falling asleep; he could only do it hastily, and reluctantly closed his eyes to fall asleep.

'What's going on? Are you really old and lack of energy? '

The daimyo couldn't help but guess, and then he lowered his head and looked at his left hand.

Although the skin is white and tender, it looks extremely loose; some fine lines appear;

Even though he tried many methods, it was still difficult to reduce the fine lines.

These fine lines represent the state of his body that is now declining;

Even if you use all kinds of extremely precious nourishing medicines on daily basis, it will be difficult to stop the continuation of aging.

The power of time cannot be reversed by mortals!

Even if he is the most humble Fire Nation daimyo, he cannot do it!

Thinking of the helplessness of reality and the approaching life span, the daimyo's mood became worse and worse.

The low air pressure enveloped the whole body, exuding a biting chill; causing the slaves kneeling behind, ready to serve at any time, to panic.

Even though they were so scared that they wanted to tremble, they could only grit their teeth and not dare to make any sound;

So as not to disturb the daimyo and be punished; especially when the daimyo is obviously in a bad mood!

Since last night, many slaves have been criticized and punished by more harsh daimyo.

When they think of those extremely cruel and bloody punishment methods, they can't help but be scared to death.

No one can survive being invaded by those cold and shining things; in the end, they can only become a bloody corpse.

As the most humble slaves, their lives no longer belong to themselves; they belong to the powerful people such as the daimyo who bought or captured them.

Throughout the capital of the Fire Nation, countless bloody corpses of slaves were transported out of the city every day.

They were either killed outright because they made a mistake;

But most of them were forced to death by their masters using various extremely perverted methods.

Nobles are beings who can enjoy all kinds of extremely luxurious lives without having to work;

Over time, you can't help but feel that such days are a bit monotonous and boring; you will think hard and invent various perverted and unlimited ways to have fun.

The longer a noble has been passed down, the more methods they can come up with; they will be recorded in books and passed down to future generations.

And as their slaves, you have bad luck;

You can only endure all kinds of torture silently. Once you can't hold on, you will become a corpse that no one will care about.

"Master, the weather has changed suddenly, please go back to the house; don't be damaged by the strong wind."

A slave with a white face and no beard put on a flattering smile on his face and bravely suggested to his master.

The voice was high-pitched yet soft, making it difficult to distinguish between male and female.

After saying this, the slave began to sweat on his forehead and felt very uneasy.

If possible, he did not want to disturb his master in his meditation;

However, if a sudden strong wind makes the master sick, the slaves will be the unlucky ones in the end.

"Is there any news?"

The daimyo came back from his daze, ignored the servant's concern, and instead asked an irrelevant question.

"There is still no news about the commander and Kazuma."

The slave responded quickly without any delay; for fear of being blamed if he hesitated;

As a close servant of a daimyo, it is natural for him to understand what his master is asking and to be able to answer immediately.

"Oh? I remember that the capital city in that town should not be far away. If you were quick, you should return early this morning. Why is there no news yet??"

The daimyo turned his head and looked down at the kneeling slave in front of him with indifferent eyes; a surge of anger appeared in his heart.

This mission is related to his longevity plan; no mistakes or mistakes are allowed!

Yesterday, he clearly told the commander and Hema repeatedly that no matter what happened during this trip, the news must be delivered in time.

But after receiving the last message from the two of them last night, until now, no news has been sent back.

"Master, last night at dusk, Kazuma and others said they were bringing back the masked man;"

"Since the masked man is already under the control of the samurai, I believe the mission will not go too wrong."

"Perhaps there was a small accident on the way, which delayed the trip..."

Feeling the increasingly cold aura of the daimyo, the slave felt as if there was a big mountain pressing on his back.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he immediately expressed his guess in a hurried tone.

"Accident? What kind of accident can happen in the Land of Fire?!"

"What kind of accident could make it impossible for the commander, Kazuma, and hundreds of warriors to send even a trace of news back?!!"

The anger in the daimyo's heart grew stronger, and the violence in his eyes continued to build up, and he asked the slave a series of questions.

"This this..."

The slave was in a state of confusion and didn't know how to explain or comfort the already furious daimyo.

Then he kowtowed in apology, feeling great fear and uneasiness filling his heart, causing his body to tremble violently.

"Tap Tap!"

At this moment, a samurai stepped forward and interrupted the daimyo's attempt to save up his energy for questioning:

"My lord, the ministers have arrived at the discussion room. Please move, lord."

As a samurai who abides by tradition and swears allegiance to the daimyo, he still continues to use the title of those who are loyal to him in ancient times.

"Hmph! I'll take care of you when I get back!"

The daimyo's voice was extremely cold and stern, and he had already sentenced this slave to death in his heart.

It's just that big things are more important now. Even if you want to punish the other party in person, you have to wait until the meeting is over.

"Ga...ga...ga..."

He then let out a cruel laugh as loud as a drake's voice, and soon followed the warrior towards the meeting room.

"It's over...it's over..."

The slave's face turned pale and he collapsed on the ground; he kept repeating those two words in his mouth;

He knew very well what kind of cruel punishment he would face later; but he had no choice.

In this huge and deep Daming Mansion, there is not even a chance to escape.