"It's not raining. Where is the water coming from?"
She whispered to herself, shook her head, and continued walking in the direction of Guest House without thinking about it again.
Guest House In the main hall, Mizuno Ichiro is still sitting in the original position. The cup of tea has become completely cold, and a layer of fine water drops is condensed on the rim of the cup.
The returning Kurenai Yuhi stood at the door and briefly recounted the experience just now. When Yamatsuki Yako closed the door and refused, her voice was a little lower than before.
Mizuno Ichiro's face sank.
He didn't look at Kurenai Yuhi, his eyes fell on the already cold cup of tea on the table. He was silent for a few moments, then raised his hand and waved casually in the direction of the door.
Kurenai Yuhi did not stay any longer and bowed out. The door panel closed behind her, turning the lights in the main hall back into the narrow paper frame.
Mizuno Ichiro turned his head, looked in the direction of Uchiha Clan Compound, and spoke slowly.
"It seems that Princess Tsunade did not exaggerate on purpose. This Uchiha Yongye is indeed arrogant and domineering, completely different from the Uchiha Fugaku we were familiar with before."
He paused, turned his head, his eyes fell on the four figures who were still standing, and his voice was a little deeper than before.
"Fūma Kojirō, the four of you come with me tomorrow. I will be the bad guy and you will be the bad guy. We must get those three immortal ninjas."
The tallest one, Fūma Kojirō, snorted from his nostrils.
He crossed his arms and raised his chin slightly. The light from the torch cast a dark ridge on the side of his face, and there was an uncontrollable resentment in his voice.
"Just a Uchiha, how dare you rub our noses in our faces!"
"His Royal Highness Daimyo is still too nostalgic for the old friendship. We should stop all funding for Konoha immediately to see if they dare to be arrogant."
Mizuno Ichiro's old face immediately became serious, and he tapped his fingers heavily on the table, with an unmistakable severity in his voice.
"Daimyo Your Highness is being magnanimous and giving face to his own people Princess Tsunade. It is not our turn to make irresponsible remarks."
Fūma Kojirō nodded and said "yes", but the lines on his face were still tight, and the indignant anger seemed to seep out from the seams in his skin, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.
The same goes for the other three ninjas.
As Twelve Guardian Ninja of the Land of Fire who protects Daimyo, they always think that they are superior to others.
The next day, the sunlight came in diagonally from the window panes, spreading a slender strip of light on the wooden floor of Director's Office. As soon as Yongye sat down behind the desk, before the chair back was completely stable, there was a knock on the door.
Uchiha Izumi opened the door and came in, bowed slightly and spoke a little faster than usual.
"Yongye-sama, Land of Fire Daimyo's envoy Mizuno-sama, and four Land of Fire Twelve Guardian Ninja came to visit."
Yongye leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs on the edge of the table, and casually turned over a page of Scroll that was spread out on the table. He didn't even raise his head, but raised his chin casually.
"Ask them to come in."
Mizuno Ichiro walked in the front, followed by Fūma Kojirō and three other Guardian Ninja. The five people filed in and stood in a row in front of the desk.
Their eyes fell on Yongye - the Uchiha boy was still sitting on the chair with his legs carelessly crossed, without even changing his posture. He moved his eyes away from Scroll, glanced at them, and then looked back, as if they were just five ordinary clerks who came to deliver documents.
Mizuno Ichiro's mouth twitched slightly and his face darkened.
The Chakra of the four people behind him also fluctuated slightly at the same moment.
Land of Fire Daimyo is the supreme leader of Land of Fire. As the confidants around Daimyo, when they look at other forces of Land of Fire, they always have a arrogant attitude similar to that of head office employees looking at branch employees.
Other forces also think so and have always been polite to them.
But the Uchiha boy in front of him is even more proud than them!
They also know that Uchiha Yongye is very powerful, but because they know it, they can't stand the feeling of being looked down upon.
Just like the little guys in the system, they can't stand the nouveau riche showing off their wealth in front of them.
Fūma Kojirō took half a step forward, and Chakra surged out of his body, condensing into a layer of air waves visible to the naked eye around his body.
His voice was like a cannonball blasting out from deep in his throat, filled with murderous fire.
"Is this how the famous Uchiha treats guests?"
The other three Guardian Ninja ers also moved at the same moment. Three waves of Chakra broke out one after another, pressing towards the back of the desk from different directions. Although they did not take action directly, the momentum spread throughout the entire office.
Yongye raised his eyes from Scroll, swept across the four surging Chakra flames, and slowly opened his mouth.
His eyes turned scarlet at that moment.
Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan bloomed silently in the pupils, the pattern of Nine-Tailed Fox spread out on the scarlet background, and the end of Nine Tails glowed with a dark golden luster in the sunlight.
Tsukuyomi!
Ten thousand times Heir-Breaking Kick!
The four figures froze at the same moment.
Fūma Kojirō's Chakra was still surging all over his body, but his pupils were dilated. His whole figure seemed to have been hit from the top of his head by an invisible hammer. His knees bent first, and then he fell to the ground.
The other three people also fell down almost at the same time. Some fell face down on the floor, and some fell sideways. Their shoulders hit their companions' legs and bounced away. Then the four people curled up neatly into a ball, covering the same position with their hands, and kept twitching on the floor.
Pain and panic were intertwined on their faces, and a vague whooshing sound came out of their throats, like a machine filled with sand.
Yongye withdrew his gaze, Mangekyo Sharingan closed it, and his pupils returned to their normal black color. He leaned back on the chair, put his hands on the armrests, and there was an undisguised contempt and calmness in his voice.
"This is how the famous Uchiha treats guests!"
The only one still standing, Mizuno Ichiro, stood on the same spot, his two limbs fighting. His face lost all color at that moment, his lips were open, and the breath in his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could not spit it out or swallow it.
His eyes swept across the four twitching figures on the ground, then quickly moved away, landing on Yongye's face with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
He has been Daimyo's messenger all his life and has met countless ninjas and officials, but no one has ever dared to attack Land of Fire Twelve Guardian Ninja in front of him.
Not to mention that it was done in such a crisp and clean way that the four of them did it together.
Great ability!
Be bolder!
Mizuno Ichiro's back was covered with a layer of cold sweat, flowing down his spine and spreading a cold dampness on the inside of his clothes.
He opened his mouth, trying to calm down the atmosphere, but only a muffled noise came out of his throat.
Yongye's eyes fell on his face, he raised his chin and spoke impatiently.
"If you have anything to do, tell me quickly and don't waste my time."