Hashirama Reborn

The man's breathing became heavier and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart, but he also knew clearly that this was his only chance.

Hashirama raised the corners of his mouth and continued to speak sincerely: You saw what happened just now. I am a man of my word. I can let go even if the ninja is against me. What's more, you and I have no grudges, and you must be more than one person who knows about this. Don't worry that I will kill you afterwards.

To die with a secret or to continue living, it's your choice.

The man took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. He raised his head and looked into Hashirama's deep eyes. After a while, he spoke hoarsely: ...Okay.

Swish, swish, swish, Hashirama jumped quickly on the roof, and the man behind him whispered instructions on the way forward. Finally, they stopped beside a deserted dry well on the edge of the city. Tobirama looked around vigilantly and asked in confusion: Is this the place?

The man patted his weak knees and said in a rough voice: This is where the fuel was found. The villagers discovered it by accident when they were planning to dig a well. What came out of it was not water, but a sticky black liquid. The villagers didn't understand, so they reported it to Lord Fujita. In addition to me, there are a few confidants who know about this.

Tobirama opened his mouth and closed it again, wanting to ask why the villagers who discovered the matter were not included in the people who knew about it. But when he thought about it, even the Daimyo of the Rain Country hadn't discovered this matter, and Fujita was obviously planning to embezzle it all, how could he let the villagers go?

Without giving it too much thought, Hashirama simply put down the barrel and threw it into the bottom of the well. With a bang, the barrel made a slight sound, and as the barrel was pulled up, a little fuel floated to the bottom of the barrel. It turned out to be a fuel well!

Hashirama smiled, left his shadow clone to guard the place, and together with Tobirama, he took the man back to Fujita's house. Under the guidance of the other party, the three of them came to a hidden secret room. The man pushed open the door, and a cold breath hit him in the face. The secret room was filled with metal utensils of various sizes. At a glance, there were more than thirty of them.

The man carefully opened the lid of a heavy container, and a strong smell of fuel oil hit his nose. He suppressed the greed in his eyes and said reluctantly: These are all the fuel mined by Fujita, you can take them.

Upon seeing this, Tobirama immediately unfolded several storage scrolls and skillfully packed up the metal utensils one by one. As the utensils disappeared one by one, the originally full secret room gradually became empty, and the man's heart seemed to be pulled hard by something heavy, causing unbearable pain.

However, compared with life, the fuel seems so insignificant. The man knew that if he did not hand over the fuel, he would not be able to save his life. He put away the pain in his heart and tried to calm down. When he saw the white-haired boy stand up, he sorted out his thoughts and asked vigilantly: Can I leave?

Hashirama was silent for a while, then he picked up a storage scroll, handed it to the surprised man, and said calmly: I will tell the Daimyo of the Fire Country about the oil well, and they will come to deal with it within a few days at the earliest. You can decide whether to tell the Daimyo of the Rain Country and ask him to compete with the Fire Country, or to take advantage of these few days to privately mine some oil and keep it for yourself.

The man felt panic-stricken. Once the Daimyo of the Fire Nation learned about this, he would definitely intervene. It was hard to predict what kind of situation he would face then.

The Hashira looked at the scroll in the man's hand and smiled: As for this, it is our thanks, you can accept it with confidence.

The man was stunned, looking at the scroll in his hand, his heart beating rapidly. He seemed to have made a choice. He suddenly said in a low and quick voice: You wait here, and then he ran away in a hurry.

When Tobirama saw the outsiders leave, he asked: Brother, is it really okay to just listen to him? Will he... cheat? Hashirama shook his head and said calmly: It doesn't matter, just wait.

Not long after, the man came back with a cloth bag, and he held it out in front of Hashirama with a bold look, and said in a rough voice: Here, I don't want your things for nothing. Even though they are not gold or silver, they are definitely good stuff. Take them!

Hashirama blinked, took the heavy bag, and opened it in front of the man. He saw three green-skinned and black-striped things in the bag. Each of them was as big as a baby's head, piled up in the bag. Tobirama, who was curiously looking out, was startled and said hesitantly: ...Watermelon? !

The man nodded and said proudly: Yes, this was given to Fujita by a merchant who passed by a few days ago. Although it is not money, this thing is rarer than money. These are the only three left, you can take and eat them!

Hashirama smiled with his eyes curved. In this era, resources were scarce and watermelons were not yet popular. This sweet fruit was extremely difficult to grow and transport. Historically, only daimyo and nobles were qualified to enjoy it. This guy was really sincere. Thinking of this, Hashirama thanked him sincerely: Thank you, um, who are you... ?

The man generously took off the hideous mask on his face, revealing a weather-beaten face, and said in a deep voice: Uesugi Tora, my name is.

Hashirama nodded and continued: Thank you, Lord Uesugi, your men are now free, you can go over and take a look, we'll leave first, then he turned and left with his brother.

After leaving the Fujita residence, Tobirama frowned and spoke in a troubled tone: Brother, do we really have to tell the Daimyo of the Land of Fire about the fuel?

Hashirama stopped, looked into the distance with a deep gaze, and said calmly: Ah, Tobirama, our identities have been exposed. The Rain Country may attack the Senju. Only if the more powerful Fire Country is involved will the Rain Country compromise. And in order to get the Fire Country to help, only sufficient benefits can impress them, and the fuel issue is just the right one.

Hearing this, Tobirama said indignantly: Damn it, it's all the fault of those Mizunotsuki people! If they hadn't been so nosy, we would have been able to... Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Hashirama, who shushed him softly, and then whispered: It's useless, Tobirama. Even if they didn't say it, there were so many people at the scene, someone would always find out about us Senju.

Even if no one finds out, with Thousand Hands' strength, there is no way to mine the fuel without attracting attention. There is always the risk of being discovered. By then, we will really offend the Dead Rain Country and arouse suspicion from the Fire Country, which will do more harm than good to Thousand Hands.

And, you see, not only did we complete the mission, we also got so much extra fuel, and yes, there's also watermelon! Tobirama, let's find a place to eat one!

After hearing what his brother said, Tobirama's dissatisfaction gradually subsided. He touched the round watermelon in the cloth bag, swallowed his saliva, and still refused: No, brother, I want to take the watermelon back and eat it with Itama, he will definitely be very happy.

…………Hashirama stopped talking, just hugged his brother and rubbed his furry white hair vigorously, screaming like a groundhog in his heart, "Ahhh, how can Tobirama be so cute!!!"