Mysterious Visitor

Upon hearing Kazashiro's words, Wuming suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with coldness and hatred, and the patterns on the Mangekyo slowly rotated due to his emotional agitation.

Kazashiro looked back at the other person without any fear.

If her inner conflicts aren't resolved, she will become an extremely unstable time bomb.

However, Kazashiro's inner strength is far less than what he appears to be.

The other party possesses Tsukuyomi, you know. What if Mumei takes a dislike to me and gives me a Kakashi- style treatment? That would be so unpleasant...

Fortunately, Wuming did not intend to activate her Dojutsu. Seeing that Kazashiro did not look away, she lowered her eyes first and spoke with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

Are you trying to persuade me to let go of my hatred?

Kazashiro shook his head and quickly prepared his reply, "Only a saint or a naive person would advise someone to let go of hatred without experiencing it firsthand."

He paused for a moment, and seeing that Wuming did not seem to mind the conversation, he continued, "But the Uchiha clan members from back then are long dead, and too much time has passed. Your deeds have become just a few lines of text in ancient books."

"Instead of trapping yourself in the past, why not experience the Shinobi World today? Of course, if you really want to kill a few Uchiha to vent your anger, I can bring a few out of prison for you."

The first few sentences were alright, but they became increasingly absurd as they went on.

What does it mean to kill a few to vent your anger?

Am I such a casual person?

Wuming rolled his eyes at Kazashiro, his previously suppressed mood replaced by silence.

"In short, the first thing is to restore your own name. If you want to say goodbye to the past, the first thing you need to do is get rid of your identity as a weapon."

Kazashiro moved closer to the other person, squatted down by the eaves, and carefully observed the nameless person's micro-expressions.

My own name...

As the setting sun disappeared completely behind the mountains, its last rays soon fading away, Wuming began to recall the appearances of his parents.

"Light..."

"Huh? What did you say?" Kazashiro didn't hear what the other person said.

"I said my name is Hikaru, Uchiha Hikari, but I'd prefer you to omit the surname." Nameless, no, Uchiha Hikari still strongly disliked her family.

Kazashiro understood somewhat and nodded in agreement, saying, "Okay, Guang, welcome to Konoha."

Now it was Hikaru's turn to be speechless. "When did I say I wanted to join Konoha?"

"Not joining? What a pity. I specifically sent someone to book a table at Konoha's most famous restaurant. Sigh, I heard the chef was once honored by the Daimyo..."

Kazashiro straightened up, preparing to enjoy the food alone, but felt someone tugging at his clothes.

"Well, joining isn't out of the question, it's just..." Guang's cheeks flushed slightly, as if there was something she was embarrassed to say.

"I understand, I understand. There will be plenty of food, and it'll be paid for by the Internal Affairs Department." After spending a few days together, Kazashiro immediately understood what the other party wanted to say.

Watching the other person leap from the streetlight to the edge of the roof where he was, Kazashiro, still unwilling to give up, continued to press, "Aren't you sure you don't want to kill a few Uchiha to ease your mind? I have Hyuga Clan prisoners here for you to choose from."

Hikaru was speechless. Who's the War Weapon of War Weapon, you or me? Seriously, is it really okay for a Hokage to trade his own people's lives for someone else's happiness?

"Are you really the Shadow of the Village, so easily pushing others out to be killed?"

Kazashiro shrugged. "They don't listen to me, so how can they be considered villagers?"

"A brat with a terrible temper."

"I'm an adult!"

"You brat!"

"Adults!"

Sunagakure, before the narrowest point of the sky.

Rasa, leading the village's leaders, stood respectfully on both sides of the road, enduring the pain of the yellow sand whipped up by the wind hitting their faces.

"They've arrived."

Someone let out a low cry, and the previously somewhat tired group immediately perked up, their postures unconsciously straightening.

The first thing that catches the eye is the neatly dressed samurai, followed by servants holding high the flag of the Land of Fire and the crest of an unknown family.

As these people approached Rasa, a magnificent sedan chair, which required eight people to carry, finally revealed its top.

On either side of the palanquin followed a tall man and a petite girl, their faces veiled in black, yet their aura alone was enough to put ordinary ninjas on their guard even from a distance.

As the samurai stood in neat rows on both sides of the road, the palanquin, carried by servants, slowly approached Rasa.

After receiving permission from the tall man beside him, Rasa immediately gestured for a senior executive to step forward and greet him.

"Welcome, Lord Fujiwara. Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality."

The higher-ups bowed and waited for a while before hearing a clear voice from inside the sedan chair. "Sunagakure is much poorer than I imagined."

Upon hearing this, Rasa's eyebrows twitched violently, while Baki's face darkened, and the high-ranking official who had been greeting him nearly lost his balance from his bent back.

"And there's so much sand! I feel like my whole face is going to get rough. No wonder you all have those weird curtains on your faces."

The boy's uniquely clear voice continued to ring out, each word striking Rasa's face like a heavy hammer blow.

"If my cousin hadn't insisted on investing here, I wouldn't have come to your place at all."

The sedan curtain was lifted slightly, revealing an arm covered by white gauze. From the uncovered areas, one could see that the other person's skin was fair and delicate, clearly indicating that it had received meticulous care.

The boy's face was obscured by shadows, making it impossible to see his features clearly, but judging from his arms alone, it must be a delicate face.

"Fine, I'm too lazy to argue with you ninjas. Just take us to our lodgings, I can't stand the sandstorm here anymore."

After saying this, the young man gestured for the tall man beside him to come forward, whispered a few words in his ear, and then lowered the sedan curtain.

What a terrible attitude, but it fits Rasa's impression of nobles.

At the same time, he was also glad that it wasn't him who came forward to greet them, otherwise he probably really wouldn't have been able to resist slapping the other person a few times in the face.

At the tall man's command, the samurai straightened their formation and, led by the Sand Ninja, marched in a mighty procession deeper into the narrow pass.

Originally, according to Rasa's plan, he should have sent someone to introduce the scenery of the First Line Sky to this Fujiwara Clan member, but judging from the other party's appearance, he obviously did not want to stay here for long, so Rasa omitted this step of the plan.

The tall man then took out a notebook from his pocket and handed it to the high-ranking official who had come to offer his greetings before following the palanquin into Sunagakure.