Konoha: Starting from Ninja World S-Class Rebellion

He didn't want to become Hokage, and even if he became Hokage, it would be an indelible shame to gain an advantage in this way.

This is what Asma hates the most.

Since he was a child, he has never relied on the name of the second son of the three generations of Hokage who passed away.

Even though this name haunts him like a ghost all the time.

Lu Lu's brows are still tightly frowned. He grew up in a different environment, has different experiences and thoughts, and he doesn't know the true meaning of Asma's heart.

"What I said to Ma was just angry words. He actually knows the importance of a good relationship between you and the next daimyo."

He thought that Asma was just an angry Kazuma, but Asma, who had been taught by Hokage since she was a child, always thought too much under the influence of his ears and eyes.

Asma sighed and stubbed out the cigarette, "I'm sorry, uh, I mean, thank you, Lulu, I'm a little tired, tomorrow is the time for His Highness to visit, let's rest earlier."

Dilu clasped his hands together, nodded slightly to Asma, and exited the room.

When he passed the window of the city corridor, he looked at the sunset in the sky.

There is blood and light shining, which is not a good sign.

Alas, hope all is well.

Chapter 15 Kojiro Sasaki

Amidst the clattering of horseshoes, a line of luxurious carriages marched towards a city in the Land of Fire.

The eldest son of the fire country daimyo, Toyokichiden, was bored playing with the fan in his hand.

He lifted the curtain of the carriage, "How long will it take?"

Sarutobi Asma, who was riding the horse, manipulated the reins and let the horse move sideways towards the carriage, and replied:

"There are still two days to go."

"Too long." Fengji frowned.

The sun happened to be strong today, the air was vaguely distorted, and heat was evaporating from the dirt floor.

One can imagine the environment inside the carriage.

At this time, a ninja who was exploring the road ahead rode back and reported:

"Your Highness Fengji, I found a small village hundreds of meters ahead."

After the war, the habitat of ordinary villagers has also changed dramatically.

Many lost refugees spontaneously formed new communities and started a new life.

"Oh!" Fengji spread the fan in his hand, "Then let's rest in that small village, I'm tired of watching all the ninjas alone."

"Yes!" The ninja nodded in agreement, and then he rode his horse and passed the order to the ninjas in front of him.

Chiriku, who was in the carriage with Toyoyoshi and was in charge of protecting Toyoyoshi, said:

"Your Highness, there is no such arrangement in our itinerary. If we deviate from the route and delay the time, we will inevitably have long nights and dreams."

"No problem, no problem." Feng Ji waved his hand, "There are two top ninja guards, I don't think there will be thieves doing anything wrong, not to mention, there have been no accidents in the past few days."

Lu Lu's brows are still furrowed, not sure whether it's from nature or due to Fengji's decision.

He sighed slightly, and reminded: "Your Highness, the whereabouts of the heavy bottle are still unknown."

Fengji frowned, with an angry look on his face, "He's dead!"

Mentioning "Noble Killer" in front of the son of a daimyo is really a no-brainer.

A few years ago, Shigetaru succeeded in assassinating the younger brother of Fengji's brother. This is a disgrace to the great name of the Fire Nation and the nobles of the whole ninja world.

Di Lu had no choice but to put his palms together, bowed his head and remained silent.

The carriage carrying the daimyo finally arrived at the village, and all the villagers, except those who were too old to walk and those who were too young to crawl, all came out of the village to welcome them.

With Dilu's support, Fengji got out of the carriage.

Suddenly, Asma's figure turned horizontally and stopped in front of Fengji.

And a ninja yelled immediately, "Bold! To see His Highness, even wearing a sword!"

Hundreds of villagers panicked and rushed to the left and right, breaking up into two groups.

Only the man with the knife in the middle was left standing upright.

"I'm a savage from the countryside. When I heard His Highness is coming, I didn't want to be rude, so I came to see him. What can I do?"

The man looked at the sword in his hand, and it was a knife to be precise, "Since I was born, I have never left my body with a sword. It's really rude."

The man seemed to be in his twenties, with white skin like snow and long hair as black as ebony, with a ponytail tied behind his head.

His eyes are slender, sharp and full of light, like a goshawk.

This person is the White Snake who has undergone plastic surgery.

Facing the daimyo guards, he naturally couldn't use the transformation technique to contact them.

I had to entrust plastic surgery master Kakuto to replace his face, lengthen his torso, and replace his hands and feet.

To be more precise, it was not a replacement, but a grafting, just grafting the adult's limbs onto his original limbs.

As for his face, it was also covered on his plastic surgery face.

The sutures are covered by the black hair at the back of the head, and unless the long hair is shaved off, it is difficult to detect.

The advantage is that after removing the camouflage, he will only leave some inconspicuous sutured wounds, which can be completely recovered after a few days of recuperation.

The downside, to put it simply, fighting in this state is like fighting in high heels.

He has extremely high requirements on his own balance and control over his body.

If it weren't for his taijutsu, which is considered to be at the level of a ninja, even a slight movement would make a ninja with extraordinary eyesight notice something wrong.

Fengji was attracted by White Snake's strange mouth and words, "Hey, are you a samurai?"

In this era, those who still speak in this tone are either nobles or warriors.

Aristocrats don't call themselves "Your Majesty". This handsome man with a ponytail doesn't look like an aristocrat at all.

"To be called a samurai would be too condescending. I'm just a savage in the mountains, and I have some interest in swinging swords."

Hearing this, Asuma Sarutobi narrowed his eyes and looked up and down the white snake.

In other words, he's a wild samurai with no affiliation?

The strength of this kind of people is difficult to guess, but most of them are not strong, and they are about the same as robbers and bandits.

Fengji also understood what the White Snake meant, and after oh, he asked with a little interest: "What's your name?"

"It's not worth mentioning a humble name, but since your Highness asked, I have no choice but to tell the truth."

The white snake raised its head generously, with a neither humble nor overbearing smile on the corner of its mouth.

"My name is 'Sasaki Kojiro'. It would be a great honor for Your Highness to call me Kojiro directly."

"Sasaki Kojiro." Fengji savored the name for a while, then nodded slightly, "Sounds like a good name for a samurai."

Fengji didn't talk any more, but told the villagers to go back to the village to do some work, and vacated a clean empty house for him to rest.

After that, he ordered the ninjas around him to inquire about the unknown warrior.

As the heir of the daimyo, Fengji is naturally not a fool, no matter how much he loves samurai, he will never receive one person when he sees him.

When going out, he still has the basic precautions.

"Oh?"

Hearing the information from his subordinates, Fengji opened his eyes slightly.

"Arrived a few days ago, and repelled the bandits who harmed the villagers?"

"Yes!" The ninja replied respectfully:

"And the leader of the bandits is an exiled ninja.

"Therefore, the villagers respected and loved him very much and invited him to live in the village for a long time as the village's guard.

"However, he politely declined, saying that he intends to travel around the ninja world and compete with powerful people from all sides, so as to hone his sword skills."

Feng Ji was playing with the fan in his hand, his eyes were slightly bright, "It sounds like he has some skills."

He spread the fan in his hand and asked the ninja subordinate, "Who do you think is better, you or him?"

Konoha Ninja froze, not knowing how to answer.

Nonsense, I must be strong, even if I close my eyes, I can get nothing out of his throat.

Are ninjas and samurai comparable?Even if he repelled the exiled ninja among the bandits.

But exiled ninjas are also worthy of being called ninjas?Even those low-level ninjas in Xiaonin Village can ride on their heads.

The only samurai who can barely be regarded as eye-catching are the new era samurai of the country of iron.

The new era samurai of the Iron Kingdom is committed to applying chakra to the sword, but they can barely be regarded as half ninjas.

Seeing the ninja's perplexed expression, Fengji knew the answer.

"So, since you don't know who is strong and who is weak, you might as well fight him after lunch. It just so happens that he also wants to challenge the strong from all sides, so this is his wish."

Fengji waved his fan to cover the corners of his happy mouth.

He does prefer samurai, but he also knows that there is a huge gap between samurai and ninja.

Therefore, seeing the ninja in front of him, having to show off his acting skills and clumsily losing to the samurai, he was also extremely happy.

Because this symbolizes his power. No matter how strong a ninja is, he is only stronger than a samurai. In front of nobles, he is only a servant after all.

Konoha Ninja looked embarrassed, he was worried about this, so he didn't want to be Fengji's guard.

It turned out that it was a coincidence that so many people chose him.

Should I lose or win later?Dilemma!

Chapter No.16 Samurai Chakra

"Huh? Your Highness Fengji's ninja is going to compete with me?"