[Hokage] I'm Madara Uchiha

The Land of Thunder, Izumo Castle.

A group of Mingshe scholars and even Xuezong stood in the cold winter wind. The light blue and light blue tunic robes were connected together, as if the blue sky and blue sea were lying across the gate of the city. The all-cold tones revealed a bit of solemnity meaning.

People coming and going could not help but look curiously at this battle, but they did not dare to stay longer.Because at the gate of the city, not only the group of ordinary people with no offensive power were standing at the gate of the city, but the inner guards of the Uchiha family also came.

Is there a big shot coming?Someone quietly guessed and asked the residents in the city—naturally, they couldn’t get an answer: the news about the two masters is not yet accessible to ordinary people.

Uchiha Zaida stood at the front of the guards, looking at the people from Mingsha blocking the door, his face changed slightly, and he was about to say something.Then an old man who was older than Uchiha Cang walked slowly until he stood side by side with him.

The old man has white beard and hair, half-closed eyelids, no trace of chakra on his body, but his demeanor is very calm and natural.Behind him were ten warriors, tall and straight, with their right hands tightly pressed against the handle of their waists.The long knife has no scabbard, and the silver and slender blade is as smooth as a mirror, and the tip of the knife points to the ground at an angle of [-] degrees.Except for the pure black boots on the feet, other clothes, including the headband cut to a standard length of two fingers wide and one foot long, are all white.

This white is not stained with dirt, like clouds and snow, so clean that people dare not look at it directly.Coupled with their immobile posture and suffocating silence, their aura is not weaker than the Uchiha elite ninjas on the other side.

Seeing this old man, the Ming Society scholars who had been quiet and orderly just now became agitated, and approached the old man as if they had found a backbone.Uchiha Zaita frowned, put down the thought of asking and bowed to him: "Mr. Wu Yuan, good day."

"Mr. Zaitian, good day." The old man nodded to him.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Uchiha glanced behind him in Tian's eyes, turned around pretending to be nonchalant, and tried his best to ignore the group of samurai behind him.

At first he was puzzled by these warriors who appeared out of nowhere.He had met the old man next to him once, in the inner study of the head of the family.It is certainly not easy for Uchiha Madara to meet in person.According to the Great Elder, this old man named Wu Yuanyan used to follow the wife of the head of the Xian family, and now he holds an important position.Such a person... is not something he can move.

But where did these warriors come from?He's never seen it before!

Beforehand, he sent people to investigate these warriors out of safety considerations, but was dismissed by the Great Elder Uchiha Cang, and he did not get a specific answer when he asked the truth further.

Is it Mingshe's own force, or some hidden trump card of the Patriarch? ...

He rubbed his chin, thought for a moment and then put it away - he was not good at handling such confidential matters, not to mention that it was not his place to intervene whether it was the Ming Society or the Patriarch behind it.

This trivial matter will not make him depressed, what makes him most unacceptable is that these warriors actually defeated the clan's elite Jonin? !

——At that time, Uchiha Zaida opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't close it. He grabbed the wooden stake beside the family training field and roared inwardly: This is unscientific!

I was fortunate enough to watch this competition that subverted common sense, and all the ninjas who held the idea that "we will win without even thinking about it" were collectively in a trance.For the first time, Uchiha Zaida put aside his image and yelled at his boys: "Have you fed your ninjutsu and chakra to dogs?!"

Uchiha who lost the competition is very wronged, they are not bad!He has opened Sangouyu, entered the internal guards, and been on the battlefield. He has no shortage of strength and experience.But the samurai on the opposite side is really strong!Knowing that you can't look at Uchiha, the other party pulls off the hair tie to tie up the eyes; the shuriken is avoided if you don't get close; the shadow|□ is useless, the opponent's knife directly stabs the body; Halfway through, the strongest warrior couldn't even see the wooden stake at the original place, and instantly turned sideways and stabbed straight in the air, and the blade instantly spattered a stream of blood!

I can feel it even across a space?What kind of martial art of yours? The sword heart, the clear field, the six senses, the six senses, the mess, and the mysterious martial arts are definitely open!This is the ninja world of Mud Boom, not the fantasy martial arts of the Great Celestial Dynasty!

Absolutely, yes, no, science, study!

The samurai captain who successfully singled out more than a dozen elite Jonin put the sword into the sheath calmly, bowed slightly and took a step back, and said calmly with a steady breath and expression: "Concession."

Defeated by the samurai, defeated by the samurai... Words echoed in his head, Uchiha Zaida's whole body was gloomy, and he had the urge to commit suicide and apologize to the patriarch who didn't know where he was...

Fortunately, there will not be one samurai of this level for hundreds of years, but there will be ninjas with the same lethality every generation, which makes everyone feel a little comforted.Thinking about it, if every samurai had such strong strength, what kind of ninja would their patriarch, whose interests are paramount, have already led the family to change jobs collectively?Although Madara did not speak out, the elders more or less sensed his rejection of the ninja profession.

Shaking his head and putting those unpleasant memories behind him, Uchiha Zaida calmed down and turned his thoughts back to business, pondered for a moment, and asked the old man next to him: "Mr. I have already explained to you all. Due to the fact that there are many ties to all parties on the front line, it is not appropriate to act hastily. The specific handling can only be gradually figured out. I believe everyone can understand..."

His eyes swept across the group of Tsing Yi and Blue Clothes behind the old man, and the members of Ming Society looked at each other, and finally nodded silently.

After Uchiha Madara's disappearance, Uchiha stayed in the clan for a long time to mediate the relationship between the family and the Fujiwara clan, Mingsha, and affiliated vassal states. He was on his own, experienced a lot, and his words naturally improved.He looked around, paused and continued: "You must have heard about the return of the Patriarch." There are three largest sources of information in the Uchiha camp. It has its special mission and focus and its status is detached. The remaining one is the Business Alliance, and the other is the Ming Society. "However, the family has issued an encyclical to the Ming Society in advance, and there is no need to worry about it if you just wait. What do you mean by what you are doing today?"

The faces of Mingshe people were somewhat inexplicably embarrassed.With their own influence, such a gathering, small things have become big things.Uchiha Zaida may not be clear about the twists and turns in the hearts of smart people, but his intuition tells him that these people have other purposes.

Thinking of this, he lightly stroked the shuriken on his waist with his fingers, and looked at them with sharper eyes.The murderous aura pouring out was so frightening that the people present hardly dared to move.

Wu Yuanyan finally broke the silence.He squinted slightly to look into the distance, and said slowly: "Master Madara is here."

The disaster in the city of four arms has passed, and the existence of Qianshou Zhujian gave everyone a reassurance.Residents of the original city returned to their hometown one after another, packed up their remaining belongings, and buried the bodies of their relatives and friends.

After grief, life goes on.

"Sincerity is both brave and martial, and finally strong and invincible! The body is dead and the spirit is alive, and the soul is resolute and the ghost is heroic!..."

The singing of the people came from the city. It was said to be singing, but it sounded more like weeping.Qianshou Zhujian put down the pen in his hand, walked out of the tent and looked in the direction of Huaijing City.Black crows flitted through the haze overhead, and the light gray sky was like a tightly stitched cover, making it suffocating.

A mournful song pierces through the heavy air and echoes across the wilderness.

"What are they singing?" he asked the ninja at the gate of the barracks.

""National Remembrance"." The ninja's tone was a little envious.Senshou Zhujian gave him a puzzled look, what is there to envy?

Ninja added: "They are mourning and seeing off the warriors who died in battle." Not only ninjas died in battle, but also ordinary people. He changed the "ninja" in his mouth to "warrior".

A person in the city mourned and saw the ninja off, and this kind of glory made his heart surge with waves of inexplicable heat.

Yes, glory!

In the final analysis, the profession of ninja is nothing more than four words of doing things with money, struggling to survive in troubled times, drifting with the tide in interests, and wandering between love and reason.The restraint and conflict of rules, the human nature, the longing for strength and the yearning for tranquility make ninjas full of contradictory traits. Too strong power is likely to cause inestimable consequences, which makes them have mixed reputations, and more accurately—destroy more than reputation.

Wherever they go, they are either destroying or killing. How can ordinary people who have been plagued by disasters rationally analyze the good and evil positions of various ninjas one by one?In their view, ninjas are the source of disaster!

There has never been such a thing as letting the people of a city spontaneously pay tribute to the dead ninja.Therefore, not only him, but all the ninjas here have a desire to break through the ground.What this longing foretells and calls for, makes them think: maybe they can find a destination where their emotions and reason can be unified, and the path of the ninja seems, probably, should have something higher than interests and struggles... …

"Those who defend the country are the army, those who protect the people are heroes, and those who die for the righteousness of the country are martyrs. It is said in the "Ritual Code": defending the city to protect the people, dying in battle and martyrdom, those who are brave in the army, loyal and righteous, should be sacrificed with national rites!" If he is destined to die in battle, he hopes to hear the same mourning song, to be remembered, and death is worthwhile.

country?Qianshou Zhujian's body shook, his eyes widened and he looked towards the city not far away.

Is this the power of the Ming Society?no, not just...

【"Yes, you're right. Ordinary people certainly don't have the ability to change the world." Madara smiled lightly, pointing his finger at the armrest of the rattan chair, seemingly carelessly, "It's not surprising that you, who lived in a standard ninja family since childhood, have such thoughts , and this is a very common view.”

On the opposite side, the heart of my eyebrows jumped: Madara!It seems that you were not born in the ninja family!In desperation, he did not forget to ask: "What about you? Do you have any opinions?"

Ban smiled and said nothing.

"I thought this 'Konoha' should make you think a lot. But speaking of it—" He folded his arms, "You don't seem to care much about the ninja world?" Whether it's this world or the original world.

"It's enough to leave it to others, I have my own way. The Ninja World is a bondage—for me."

"The family too?"

"Family is help." Madara's smile reveals a bit of self-satisfaction in his grasp - he deserves to be proud of taking care of the most rebellious rabbit family in the ninja world - but only when the target is Senju Zhuma. It will be revealed. After all, the gold content of showing off lies in... the grade of the person you are showing off. The grades of "Ninja World Peak" and "Thousand-hand Patriarch" are enough to make Uchiha Madara, who can't express his emotions and anger, secretly happy.

Enough boring.

Sensing someone's bad intentions, he wanted to rub his forehead and sigh, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly unconsciously.

...Okay, the two are boring.

"Cough! We're off topic." He turned his eyes away from someone's deepening smile, "You haven't answered my first question yet."

Madara's eyes staggered and fell into the void, "If you insist on knowing, maybe some words will make you unhappy."

He looked into those glass-black eyes, calmly waiting for some shocking remarks.Silence had already expressed his insistence.

"Ninjas... are just human beings." Madara uttered this sentence, resting her chin on her cheek.

"Since we are human beings, we must live in society. For each person, this world is the part of the world he comes into contact with: his origin, his family, his country, his faction...shape him, shake him , It is the world he lives in that changes his body and will. The opinions of those around him can have a subtle influence on even the most determined people."

"You don't believe in an absolute will and a free mind?"

"It's not unbelief, but it doesn't exist. There is no 'initial will', at least not for humans."

This point, Senshou Zhujian cannot deny.But what does it have to do with ninja world?

"……so what."

"Even if the weakest ninjas are counted, ninjas only account for [-]% of the world's population. And there are only a handful of ninjas who are strong enough to shake the world. Their thoughts and wills are almost impeccable. If you want to shake them, change the rest of the world."

He pondered, "You mean Mingshe?"

Madara was noncommittal: "Everyone who enters the game is a chess piece, it has nothing to do with strength."]