People In Konoha, Starting From Apprentice Uchiha Madara

The mountain breeze blowing from the mountains in the distance brings coolness through the forest and blows on everyone on the motorcade.

The highly nervous guards squeezed the long knife in their hands tightly, not letting go of any wind and grass.

The violence in Tongyin Village has made the atmosphere between the convoys extremely dignified, closely surrounding the gorgeous bullock carts.

The curtains embroidered with gorgeous patterns were picked up, and the daimyo of the kingdom of thunder showed an old face, looking at the distant mountains, and said to the captain of the guard who came by: "See, don't be so nervous, you have already arrived in the country of Tang. ."

"But Tang Rencun also participated in the auction."

The middle-aged man holding the katana tightly admonished with a relaxed dame on his face.

"They don't have the guts."

The daimyo moved the corners of his mouth with disdain, and slowly lowered the curtain.

Jian Wu respectfully looked at the gorgeous bullock cart and walked towards the location of the perception ninja.

The daimyo can relax.

Their guards can't slack off, this is their duty.

The forest road gradually stepped into the mountain road, and the surrounding dense trees became sparse, and the tension pervading in the convoy was greatly diminished by the changing scenery around it.

Without the leaves covering the sky, their vision became a lot wider, and everything around them was in their eyes.

"How about the investigation."

Jian Wu turned his face to avoid the dazzling sunlight, and asked the Sensing Ninja who was fluctuating Chakra in his body.

The perception ninja didn't seem to hear his voice, and walked forward on his own.

Years of service made him keenly observe a trace of something wrong, the ninja in front of him seemed to be struggling with something, his distorted face was dripping with a lot of muddy sweat because of excessive force.

He silently squeezed the long knife around his waist and gestured to the crowd behind him.

No response was received.

The entire convoy of escorts wandered on the bumpy mountain road at a strange speed.

Fear was like the sunlight that could not be shaken off, permeating the whole body from the bottom of his heart, his eyes downwards to find that the shadows of the people had long been stuck together.

"what!"

A roar erupted from the front of the crowd, and rushed to the bullock cart that Daming was riding in.

The knife shines.

The bull's head was cut off with a single knife, and the blood on the neck was gurgling like a spring, and a blood-stained stream was instantly flowing out on the dry ground.

"Huh"

The strong smell of gunpowder permeates the feet, attracting the attention of enlightenment.

Now he can't move, he can only watch the numerous detonating charms, which are about to explode in the crowd.

At the moment of the explosion, I realized that he successfully suppressed the strange power on his body, and he lowered his eyes with difficulty, clearly seeing his legs tightly entangled by the dark shadows, making him rooted in the ground and unable to move.

"Enlightenment!"

Daming got out of the bullock cart and stood on the cowl full of blood, his eyes zooming in quickly and staring at the man who fell in the pool of blood.

The sky full of smoke allowed the guards to regain their freedom, hurriedly drew out the long knives around their waists, held Kunai, and formed a defensive formation to protect the daimyo.

The elites of their strength actually spoke.

As I watched, I slashed the ox and parked the frame of the daimyo in the middle of the road.

"At the moment when the smoke rose, many people drew their knives and slashed at their own people." The guard with blood flowing on his face, panting and breaking the power that controlled everyone just now, "Only can do this. Shadow imitation of the Nara clan!"

"If it lasts a little longer, we don't need to act."

The sounds floating around in the air caused them to turn their eyes frantically with a high degree of tension, looking for the direction of speaking.

As the sky was spinning around, the ninja hiding in the dark appeared on the mountain road instantly, surrounding them.

"You are Konoha's ninjas?!"

The name of the country of Thunder raised his arm tremblingly, and pointed at the wandering ninjas around him, with hysteria in his old voice.

Seeing that they were not talking, he pointed to the big name crown on his head and continued to scream, "I am the big name of Thunder Country! Leave me immediately!"

"It's you, the name of Thunder Country!"

One of the wandering ninjas stepped forward, facing the red-faced name.

Lu Sheng, who was hiding in the crowd, looked at the Avengers released by him with satisfaction, and secretly said in his heart: Just follow the words I taught you, and denounce the culprit who made your family sink in hell.

"Your son has connected the forces of various countries and launched an assassination operation against the leaders of the villages!"

Kuan took the sent certificate from his pocket and showed it in front of everyone.

"Ninjas can imitate handwriting! This must be fake!"

The guard covered with Bloodline pointed to the unfolding scroll and said loudly.

"Then this one belongs exclusively to your son's golden seal?"

He shook the scroll, pointed at the red seal at the bottom, and said lightly.

Seeing that the guard in front of him fell silent, he took a few steps forward, looking over the panicked faces of everyone, staring at the daimyo who was protected by layers, and continued: "This is the hatred between the ninja and the nobles, but I have a debt. I want to ask you."

The black eyes instantly changed to bloody colors, and the monster colors exuded trembling coercion.

"Look at the back."

Some of the guards shook their mouths, using the sound of teeth trembling to remind the surrounding companions.

"It's Sharingan!"

"Puff."

The loyal warriors fell in the wind like Mai Lang.

Only the daimyo standing alone was left. The old man completely lost his noble noble attitude just now. He glared his eyes and roared loudly, "How did the pool of blood escape from Hell Valley? You Uchiha want to give it to me." An explanation."

"There is nothing to explain to the dead."

Appreciating the ugliness in front of him with satisfaction and contentment, the hatred accumulated in his heart dissipated with the wind bit by bit with his urgency.

The knife rises and the knife falls.

At the end of his life, the angry daimyo saw only the dazzling white light, unwillingly looked at the increasingly hazy figure in front of him, and fell on the dusty land of Yunokuni.

"I thought you would do it because the woman in the pool of blood who was framed back then made grievances."

Kuan raised the hand of Kunai, who was stained with the blood of the enemy's son, and shook his head to Lu Sheng, "The disgusting power struggle, and the evil results were finally returned to him."

Tobirama suddenly appeared, how did he feel that he was pointing fingers at Huai, and began to order the surrounding ninjas to fake the scene.

The guards who were deeply trapped in Sharingan's illusion, under the control of the shadow mimicry of the Nara clan, slowly stood up.

They have been fighting with each other since childhood, they are too familiar with this.

The Yamanaka clan invaded the spiritual world of the people, and they seemed to go back to the village to work.

Sharingan of the Uchiha clan checked the forgery traces to avoid any flaws.

Under Tobirama's command, all the people on the scene proceeded in an orderly manner with a reasonable division of labor.

The daimyo's motorcade encountered a surprise attack by the wandering ninja.

There is an inner ghost hidden in the guard.

Suddenly violent at the most critical moment, he stabbed himself heavily in the back. Under the attack from inside and outside, the guards unfortunately all died after the arduous battle.

Lu Sheng and the others reasonably faked it, and successfully broke through the encirclement of people who wanted to ask for help, and finally fell on the road to ask for help.

The results of the concerted efforts made Tobirama nodded in praise. It would be more perfect if it rained.

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