So Beautiful!
Outside the door!
Yemo and the others watched the four elders leave, and after some smiling conversation, they finally managed to send them away.
"That old guy was really troublesome, but he's finally gone." Kakashi finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the four clan elders leave. During their conversation, the old guy was sharp-tongued and immediately targeted them. If they hadn't left no evidence and put on such a good show, he might have actually discovered something.
Kosuke frowned slightly and said, "We haven't dispelled our suspicions about this fourth elder. The reason he left is simply because he couldn't find any evidence that we went out."
With a soft hum, Yemo's lips curled into a slight smile. "Let him have his doubts. What happened last night should make some people feel the urgency, and they'll soon take action. Then they won't have the energy to focus on us."
Upon hearing this, Kosuke smiled slightly. As for who "they" Yemo was referring to, Minato and the others understood.
Back in the room, the four of them sat down around the wooden table. The five cups of hot tea on the table were still emitting a faint steam. The group, who had been preoccupied with their own thoughts, hadn't paid any attention to the tea in their hands. Yemo, feeling a bit thirsty, picked up a teacup and drank.
Minato scanned the crowd and Minato, "I thought about this all night. There's something we need to confirm: Now that we know the Uzumaki Clan's annihilation crisis was brought upon them by the four elders, and that they even secretly plotted against Konoha, wanting us to shield them from the disaster..."
At this point, Minato paused, then continued, "So, I have a decision I'd like to ask for everyone's opinion on: should we leave now, or stay and provide assistance?"
Since the Konoha Uzumaki Clan's higher-ups have schemed against them, Minato and the others leave now and return, the Third Hokage won't blame them for disobeying orders.
But at this point, they are allies, even though this alliance is so broken. On the surface, they still stand together. If they were to run away without saying a word now, it would be a huge loss of face for Konoha in the Shinobi World, and even Konoha's other allies would have other ideas.
Yemo fell into deep thought. This was indeed a question that needed careful consideration. Suddenly, the air became quiet. As Yemo pondered, he sensed something was amiss. He looked up and saw that Minato and the others were staring at him.
Subconsciously Yemo shrank back a little, looking at the three of them with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Why are you all looking at me? Is there something on my face?"
"Your face isn't painted, but we'll still have to see what your opinion is on this matter," Kakashi said calmly.
Yemo pointed to himself, puzzled, and asked, "My opinion?"
Kosuke shrugged, saying indifferently, "We're not from the Uzumaki Clan, so it doesn't matter whether we leave or not. But you are a member of the Uzumaki Clan. With the clan facing such a crisis, do you want to stay here?"
"So that's what it means," Yemo suddenly realized, putting down his teacup and saying calmly, "I'm even less concerned now. I've long lost any sense of belonging to the Uzumaki Clan. Those old fogies have pushed the clan step by step into the abyss for their own ambitions. Besides, we can't change anything with our strength alone, unless the village sends a ninja force. Otherwise, the Uzumaki Clan's final fate is already sealed."
Yemo's answer was not unexpected. Throughout the journey, Yemo had not shown much sense of belonging to the Uzumaki Clan; instead, he had shown more anger.
Minato said, "I sent all the information we obtained to the Third Hokage last night, but he hasn't given any instructions yet. I think the Third Hokage -ups are clearly having trouble making a decision on this matter in the short term."
After thinking for a moment, Kosuke said, "Since the Third hasn't given any orders yet, let's stay here and wait for the village's decision before making our move."
"I have no objection!" Kakashi agreed without hesitation.
"I don't have any either!" Yemo waved his hand dismissively.
"Alright, since the three of you agree, it doesn't matter whether I say anything or not!"
The final decision was to stay and observe the situation. Minato and the other two chose to stay and observe because the Third Hokage had not yet given them orders. However, Yemo was different; he had his own ideas.
The Sealing Space is a relic passed down from a thousand years ago. With the giant tree inside that resembles a God Tree, it's clear who left this relic behind. Who else but the Ōtsutsuki Clan could have left it here?
Although Yemo did not know what 'he' intended to do with this ruin or the Uzumaki Clan, given the grand scale of 'his' plans, it was certainly not a trivial matter.
What Yemo wanted to do was to fish in troubled waters. That's right, Yemo wanted to make a fortune off that person. Although he wasn't strong enough yet, with the help of Minato and the others in the chaos, Yemo thought the chances of success were quite high.
The ruins left behind by the Ōtsutsuki Clan must contain valuable items, and the fact that even 'he' was tempted by them further confirms that there are unparalleled treasures inside.
If Yemo didn't know, fine; but if he did, he'd definitely try to make a fortune. This kind of opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and it would be a real shame to miss it. Although it would be very dangerous, as the saying goes, fortune favors the bold, and it's worth taking the risk at this time.
Thump... thump...
Just then, a knock came from the door. The four of them exchanged glances, wondering why someone would come knocking now. Could it be that the elder of the four clans had returned?
"Someone go open the door!" Kakashi looked at everyone, but his backside didn't budge an inch.
"I'll go!"
Seeing that no one was getting up to look at him, Yemo had no choice but to stand up, leave the room, walk through the small corridor, and arrive at the front door.
The knocking continued. Yemo unlatched the door and opened it while calling out to the doorkeeper.
"Who is it? No need to knock, it's me..."
The door slowly opened, Yemo's words suddenly stopped. He stood there, stunned, his slightly open mouth frozen in place, as if petrified.
In the sunlight streaming through the crack in the door, stood a graceful figure. She was elegant and beautiful, with a stunning face and wearing a long white dress embroidered with small white flowers that looked like orchids.
A gentle breeze blew by, causing her long white dress to flutter in the wind, and her long red hair to sway in the breeze. She raised her delicate hand and gently brushed the flowing hair behind her ear, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that could launch a thousand ships. It was a face that defied description, with red lips and white teeth, a graceful figure, bright eyes, and exquisitely beautiful features.
From a distance, she stood in the cold wind like a budding flower, seemingly not of this world, like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.
This girl is so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that even Yemo, who can laugh and joke even when facing life and death, was stunned!
"What a nice view!"
This was a compliment from the deepest part of his heart. It wasn't that Yemo was at a loss for words, but rather that he couldn't find the words to describe the girl before him. Only the word 'beauty' could describe her; she perfectly embodied the true meaning of the word 'beauty'.
The girl seemed to have experienced this scene many times before, or had seen too many people stunned by her beauty; she remained remarkably calm, and asked with a smile, "Hello, is this the location where the envoy from the Konoha Village has arrived?"
"Yes!"
Yemo was startled awake and subconsciously responded. As he came to his senses, he recalled the lecherous look he had given the beautiful girl in front of him, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.
"Um... we are Konoha Ninja. May I ask what business you have with us?" Every time Yemo looked up and saw the girl, his hard-won composure would crumble, making Yemo speak haltingly and incoherently.
He kept silently cursing himself for being such a lecherous man, and only with this constant mental suggestion did Yemo finally regain his composure.
A sense of curiosity immediately arose in his heart: who exactly was this stunningly beautiful girl in front of him? When did the Uzumaki Clan produce such a beautiful girl?