Rasa's mouth twitched, and he suddenly understood.
Because, he himself sometimes does the same thing. In order to balance and consolidate his rule, he will suppress those who are too outstanding, and even look for opportunities to get rid of them.
He will also cut off those families that are too aggressive. He is also doing what Hiruzen Sarutobi does. The difference is that Hiruzen Sarutobi cannot suppress that Uchiha, but he can still suppress it for the time being.
Rasa put away the joy on his face and replaced it with caution.
"Then we do nothing? Just waste the opportunity?"
Chiyo Don't even think about it, give the answer immediately.
"Get ready for war."
"But you must not stand out."
"Kumogakure and those Barbarians must not be able to bear it."
"Let them take the lead."
"If it's good for you, we'll keep up. If it's not good for you, let's forget it."
Rasa was silent for a moment, then nodded.
Chiyo is indeed very cunning, and this move is completely in line with his wishes.
Kumogakure.
Fourth Raikage raised his eyes from Scroll and landed on Samui standing at the door.
Samui stood at the door, with a strand of short pale golden hair hanging in front of her forehead. She was still holding a Ninja Crow anklet that had just been taken off in her hand. The iron ring glowed coldly between her fingers.
Fourth Raikage ordered loudly:
"Notice Yugito."
"Leave immediately, cross Land of Rice Fields, and pick a few Konoha border posts to attack."
"Make the noise as big as possible!"
"In addition, please pass on the order and the whole village will prepare for war."
"Konoha is in internal strife and Hokage is fleeing. This is our best chance!"
Samui's fingers holding Ninja Crow's anklet tightened, and the iron ring made a soft sound between her fingers.
"Yes."
She had different ideas in her mind, but she agreed simply and quickly, turned around and left quickly.
Iwagakure.
Ōnoki sighed, his face full of sorrow.
"Pass the order."
"Try not to conflict with Konoha Ninja in the small buffer country in the near future."
Kitsuchi stood opposite the desk, with his hands folded across his chest, his thick arms crossed in front of his chest, and his muscles tightened the cuffs. His brows furrowed suddenly, and he took a step forward, and the soles of his shoes made a muffled sound on the Stone Slab ground.
"Old man, are you confused?"
"At this time, shouldn't we increase the temptation? If Konoha is really weak, shouldn't we pounce on him and take a bite?"
Ōnoki raised his head, looked away from Scroll, and landed on Kitsuchi's face that was slightly red due to impatience.
He didn't answer immediately. He raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, and rubbed the skin twice with his fingertips, as if to crush the fatigue.
"Bite the ass."
"The Uchiha Yongye mentioned in the intelligence gave me a very bad feeling!"
"If Uchiha comes to power, we will all be in trouble."
"Without Hiruzen Sarutobi, Konoha, maybe it will soar into the sky!"
Kitsuchi curled his lips, and pulled down the corners of his mouth, revealing a row of yellowed teeth. He put down his arms and hung them by his side. His fingers opened and closed, and his knuckles made a crunching sound.
"Uchiha, it's no big deal!"
"Konoha is in internal strife. Without the strongest Hokage, he will definitely become weak."
"If we don't take the opportunity to take a bite at this time, we will be in trouble when they slow down."
"Old man, you can't become conservative just because you're older."
Ōnoki stared at his son with contempt, as if looking at an ignorant frog that kept jumping to the mouth of a poisonous snake.
"No big deal?"
Ōnoki laughed angrily, and a black shadow appeared in his mind.
"You know nothing, all you see are parallel imports Uchiha!"
"The truly powerful Uchiha can only be suppressed by God of Shinobi."
"We'd better pray that Uchiha Yongye isn't that strong."
"Otherwise..."
Ōnoki sighed longly, "There is no God of Shinobi Hashirama Senju in the current Shinobi World!"
Konoha, Uchiha Settlement.
After nightfall, Uchiha Mikoto came to Yongye Residence as promised.
She was wearing a dark blue kimono with a deep neckline. After doing a lot of business, she noticed Yongye's preferences and deliberately tried to please her.
Her hair was tied behind her head and fixed with a wooden hairpin. A few strands of hair were scattered around her ears, swaying gently in the night wind.
She crossed the threshold, walked into the house, and stopped in front of Yongye. She bent down, put her hands on her knees, and bowed deeply.
The waist is bent deeply, and the neckline of the kimono hangs down.
Uchiha Mikoto "Opening Gate See the mountain".
"Itachi, I must save you."
"What do you want to do before you are willing to help me?"
"Is it okay to do that last time?"
Yongye was lying on his back, his tone was lazy, and every word had a careless tone.
"I don't want to talk now."
"I don't even want to hear you talk."
Uchiha Mikoto nodded... After some bickering, he again stated his intention.
"How are you going to do it?"
"Use a scapegoat, or help Itachi reverse the case?"
Yongye smiled evilly and said, "I plan to do nothing, you don't have enough chips."
Mikoto's pupils shrank suddenly, her body leaned forward half an inch, her lips trembled twice, and the sound was squeezed out from between her teeth.
"Just now..."
Yongye looked at her with teasing eyes.
"Just now, that was the bargaining chip to get talking to me."
"There is a word called common occurrence. Your bargaining chip has been seriously devalued."
"Either you find a way to raise the stakes, or you can leave."
"Your idiot son committed a crime of genocide. It is very difficult and risky to help him."
"Your bargaining chip must be big enough to satisfy me."
Mikoto's eyes were slightly red, and the light in his eyes changed from pleading to Rage, then from Rage to deep helplessness, and finally turned into strong shyness.
Yongye stared at her, not waiting for the expected system prompt sound. She was a little surprised and couldn't help but secretly complain.
--I've worked so hard to play the bad guy, but I still haven't broken my defense?
--Is it like what was performed in the Fusang movie? Has it become a habit? Has it turned into enjoyment?'
--Is that bullshit Female Novelist's spiritual channel statement true?
Uchiha Mikoto made up his mind and his face turned even redder.
"I want to raise the bet."
"You wait."
"I'm sure I'll satisfy you!"
"Remember your promise and rescue Itachi!"
After saying this, she tidied herself up, got up and left.
After a while, when the door was pushed open again, the night wind blew in, causing the flame of the oil lamp to bend sharply and then bounce back.
Uchiha Izumi stood at the door, his hand still resting on the door frame, trembling slightly.
Her face was red from her cheekbones to the roots of her ears, as if she had run a long way, and as if she had been burned from the inside out by unknown fire.
She was wearing the Uchiha ethnic uniform, the collar was neatly buttoned, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
Yongye was leaning on Tatami. Seeing this scene, he sighed in his heart: Fusangese is really good at playing, and he can't do it without support!