People In Konoha, Starting From Apprentice Uchiha Madara

Chapter 19 Clan Comparison (1)

In the morning, the rays of the warm sun were almost parallel to the village, and the colorful rays of sunlight leaped over the treetops and splashed onto the streets.

The rows of shining glass of the wooden house reflect the summer sun, and the white mist between the dense forests and hills in the distance gradually dissipates with the wind.

Big family?

This concept received a violent impact in Shimura Danzō’s young mind, and the inherent impression was ruthlessly knocked to pieces by reality like ice.

Passing over the towering gatehouses of the Uchiha tribe, there is a lively and lively scene in front of you, as if it were a country of its own.

The white walls are all printed with the family pattern of Uchiha fans. All black hair on the street and the Uchiha people in long robes rub their shoulders, walking towards the training ground with laughter.

The Sarutobi clan is more prosperous than the Shimura clan.

Even so, the Shimura clan is a big clan that can be ranked in the land of fire.

Even after the village is formed, the clan lands in Konoha Village still do not allow outsiders to enter. The secrecy of the clan lands is full of mystery like the era of wars and ninja clan side by side.

Squeezing the invitation card in his hand, he finally got a glimpse of the scene of the wealthy family in the country of fire, which did not disappoint him.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, who was walking in front, unconsciously pulled his tribe, and the two of them looked at the Uchiha tribe with talking and laughing, and suddenly ran to the small stall selling marshmallows.

“Humph!”

A cold snort of disdain came from Danzo’s closed lips. Hiruzen with thick eyebrows and big eyes did not expect that Hiruzen would also learn from Lu Sheng and buy things for girls.

He knows the girl holding Hiruzen’s hand. It is Sarutobi Lake Biwa. Shimura and Sarutobi have known each other for generations. He knows people of the same generation regardless of gender.

When passing the corner, he vaguely saw a purple shadow flashing by.

Purple hair is too unique among the Uchiha clan, who are all black hair, and you don’t need to think about it to know who it is.

“How could Zhiri be there? Shouldn’t she be preparing in the training ground now?” Danzo hesitated to the two men holding marshmallows in front of him.

“Look at the signs hanging on the corner shops again.” Hiruzen, who had been looking around, handed him the extra white cotton candy he had bought and explained.

It’s a dumpling shop.

Danzo took a bite from the marshmallow, nodded and looked around. It turned out that this is a food court.

“Where is Lu Sheng and Jing?”

“Danzo-kun, you’ve been distracted just now. You didn’t see Jing-kun pulling Lu Sheng-kun’s hand and pulling him out of the dumpling shop in an angry look.” Lake Biwa and Hiruzen smiled and sang and painted together. Describes the scene at that time.

Danzo sighed speechlessly, looking at the crowds coming and going, and didn’t know what to say, whether he should spit out the mirror of the landing, or chase after them with the dumpling box.

“Hey, the mirror doesn’t need to be so anxious.”

Lu Sheng, who was tightly grasped with his right hand, glanced at the corner of the girl’s mouth stained with juice, laboriously took out the paper with his left hand and handed it over.

“It’s not that I’m worried, but Hokage-sama and the patriarch are here.”

The mirror running from the training ground to here explained that his breath was a little unstable.

“That’s right, only Hokage can change the teacher.”

Lu Sheng, who was taken to run, clicked on the mirror and signaled that he could let go. The training ground was already close at hand.

On the high platform in the training ground sat onlookers and invited ninjas. Lu Sheng who followed the mirror into the corridor of the stadium saw it at a glance. Hashirama and Madara, who were hidden in the crowd and dressed in casual clothes, changed their hairstyles. .

Relying on the vision enhancement effect brought by Sharingan, Lu Sheng hiding in the shadows counted the number of black people on the high platform, and it could reach half of what it was during the clan conference.

It seems that in an era when there is no special entertainment, the fierce sport of clan ratio still attracts people’s attention.

Most of the ninjas who were invited to watch the battle were also young ninjas.

After all, in the war era, the families have experienced fighting because of commissions. Although they are all in the same village now, it is inevitable that the enemy will be embarrassed to meet each other. It is a good way to let the younger generation of people who have not experienced the war to come.

Seeing that the fire core suddenly got up from the chair after the personnel expired, he glanced at the ball fan that Karakura was relying on next to him, and looked at Madara who was hiding in the crowd with a calm expression.

Speaking aloud in the eyes of the public, thank you all the people of the clan and the invited guests for their kind words, and announcing the admission of the next players.

“There are more participants than the school.” Danzo, who was sitting quietly in the spectator seat, counted the number of people in the center of the field, and said softly.

Sarutobi Hiruzen carefully looked at Uchiha after the collective appearance, hiding in the game channel again, and said to the two standing in the center of the court: “It’s going to begin.”

Uchiha in the field started a contest, playing physique and shuriken to his heart’s content, until one of them retreated.

“There is no escape or illusion.” Hiruzen whispered, who had discovered something after several rounds of competition, “Is it the way to choose the first place through the ring?”

Baru, who successfully defended, waved his right hand in response to the cheers, and looked into the dim passage with a fighting spirit.

Don’t worry.

Lu Sheng, it’s your turn when the race test is over.

The competition system arranges them at the end, of course, this is the result of Huohe and Setsuna deliberately manipulating the game.

Everyone in the passage knows that there is no complaint. The reason is simple and can’t be beaten.

As the arena progresses, every Uchiha who plays will arouse people’s expectations. When it comes to an end, more intense battles will definitely bring them more exciting visual impact.

The fact is also true.

After Baru, who successfully defended the ten races, was defeated by Naka, the silent venue burst into shouts.

Immediately after the guarding Naka was knocked down by the mirror, the frenzied sound reached its peak.

The Uchihas in ethics now pin their hopes on Lei. Regardless of his usual softness, he will not lose the chain at critical moments.

Lei, with boundless expectations, fell into the hands of the mirror in the end.

No one will blame him, because they can all see that the strength of the mirror in the game is jaw-dropping, and it is nothing compared to the clan school hours.

In the passage, Zhili smiled sweetly at the boy beside him, stroked the Short Sword on his waist, and walked into the field under the sunlight.

The purple-haired girl raised her hand to block the dazzling sun, and calmly shouted into the audience.

“Hey, I said the second uncle, I guess Xiaozhili can kill the mirror with three tricks.” Chi Li, shaking his fan, said to the absent-minded old man beside him.

“Well, it’s almost the same.” The second uncle raised his sleepy eyelids, and responded slowly.

Danzo glanced curiously, and Uchiha’s mother-in-law, who was coming to a conclusion in a familiar tone, couldn’t tell from their clothes that she looked like a ninja.

Turning his gaze to the center of the field, secretly, how could the mirror be killed in three moves, his strength himself has been experienced in the ninja school.

The sun gradually rises above the sky, and the scorching sun will inevitably make people feel hot. Countless people are looking forward to the wonderful scene that will happen before their eyes.

“one move.”

Madara, with her long hair covering her right eye, whispered to Hashirama.

As he expected, there was an explosion of smoke and dust floating on the ground, and the Short Sword in Zhili’s right hand pointed firmly to the lower jaw of the mirror, and the purple hair that was blown by the wind fluttered like purple silk.

The heart palpitations of cold sweat falling from the temples made the mirror weakly perceive the place pointed by the tip of the knife, and the pores were horrified, as if he who accidentally moved in the next second would be chopped off by the cold-shimmering Short Sword.

The biting chill disappeared with the crash of Short Sword’s sheath, the mirror that had made the seal of reconciliation was completely relieved, and walked out of the field with ease.