Naruto opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know where to start explaining.
Seeing Shion's frightened and shy look, as if waiting for the "sentence", he suddenly felt a little headache and a little inexplicably funny.
He pressed his Temples and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart:
"Shion, I think you misunderstood.
What I need is the lineage of Land of Demons and its Miko. They need to follow my will and contribute to the construction of Shinobi World in the future.
You don't need to do that personally."
He paused and looked at Shion's confused appearance as he froze for an instant, then turned red from his neck to his ears, and finally even his eyes began to spin in circles, and added:
"I am more interested in the power of your blood than anything else.
Do you understand?"
After saying that, he ignored Shion, whose brain seemed to be overloaded and smoking, and turned around and continued walking forward, walking faster than before.
Now he just wants to leave Land of Demons quickly and go to the next destination Land of Snow.
I haven't seen Kazahana Koyuki for a long time. It should be much smoother to recover Land of Snow.
After that, it's time to concentrate on finding out the guy who is still lurking somewhere in Shinobi World, named Jigen but is actually Ōtsutsuki Isshiki.
In the nearly two years since Ninja Academy graduated and embarked on this unique path, he has been almost always running, fighting, and planning.
Recover power, integrate forces, deal with potential threats, explore the unknown...
Although it is fulfilling, it is inevitable to feel a little tired.
"It's really troublesome."
Naruto whispered to himself, whether he was talking about the still smoking Miko behind him or the various affairs that seemed to never be finished.
The sun shines on his Golden hair, reflecting the deep pair of Rinnegan.
The road ahead is still long, but at least the next destination may be where we can relax for a while.
He thought like this, but his footsteps did not stop.
Not interested in me, but interested in the power of my blood?
Shion doesn't understand why Sixth Hokage said this.
Does it mean that he is not interested in his own body and is only interested in people with Miko Bloodline?
Maybe you need to dress more maturely?
Or is it because he doesn't look like a fourteen-year-old Girl, so he's not interested in her?
After thinking about it, Shion decided to go back and change his outfit and try out different styles of outfits.
All this is for Land of Demons, the country that raised her.
Returning to Land of Demons's Miko Palace, Shion plunged into his dormitory.
She opened her dressing room and ordered her maids to quietly fetch the latest styles and patterns from the best clothing stores and jewelry shops outside the palace.
She selected for a long time and finally selected a gorgeous dress that was not traditional Miko clothes.
It was a gorgeous long dress that combined the solemnity of an aristocratic dress with a touch of exotic style. It had a dark Purple Eyes base and was embroidered with patterns of auspicious clouds and spiritual birds outlined with silver thread. The neckline and cuffs were inlaid with tiny pearls, the waist was tightened, and the hem unfolded in layers like petals.
It not only loses the noble bearing of Miko, but also vaguely outlines the graceful curves of a young girl's first growth.
She also called for her most skillful maid to comb her hair.
Abandoning the usual simple tied hairstyle, Long Hair was instead twisted into an elegant and slightly mature bun, decorated with several exquisite amethyst hairpins.
A thin layer of powder was applied to the face, the lips were reddish, the eyebrows were drawn, and the diamond-shaped mark on the forehead was slightly outlined with special gold powder, making it look even more mysterious and noble.
When all the makeup was done, Shion stood in front of the huge bronze mirror, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the mirror, even she herself felt in a trance for a moment.
The young girl in the mirror who is beginning to show her beauty has a delicate face and gorgeous clothes. Her temperament is added to the original sanctity, adding a bit of stunning brightness and nobility.
Except for Festival, she had never been so dressed up. Looking at herself in the mirror at this moment, she actually felt a strange throbbing and uneasiness in her heart.
This kind of self should be "attractive" enough, right?
She took a deep breath, tried to calm down her heartbeat that was a little too fast, adjusted her facial expression, and tried to make herself look beautiful and calm. Then she lifted up her skirt, walked as dignified and elegant as possible, and asked the attendant where Sixth was.
She still didn't trust that Naruto's promise was binding enough.
However, the answer she received was like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing the little fire that had just been ignited in her heart that was mixed with expectation and uneasiness.
"Sir Miko," the attendant bowed his head respectfully, "Sir Sixth Hokage left more than an hour ago."
Left?
Shion was stunned in place, her carefully painted makeup could not conceal her instantly pale face and the shock that flashed in her eyes.
She had prepared for so long, mustered up the courage, and even convinced herself that this was for the sake of the country...
As a result, the other party didn't even look at it, just like that...
Gone?
"Did he leave any words? Or, did he say where he went?"
She heard that her voice was a little dry.
"Lord Hokage only gave orders, and Land of Demons has surrendered to Konoha and he will keep his promise.
He didn't say much else and didn't mention his whereabouts."
The attendant answered truthfully.
Shion waved her hand and signaled the attendants to step back. She was the only one left in the empty corridor, wearing that too grand and gorgeous dress, which looked a bit abrupt and ridiculous.
She slowly walked back to her room, closed the door, and stood in front of the bronze mirror again.
The girl in the mirror is still beautiful, even more radiant because of her careful dressing. But this beauty is like a stage play that has lost its audience, leaving only empty magnificence.
An indescribable emotion surged into my heart.
Is it a blessing?
Glad she doesn't have to face a possible situation that might happen right away that would make her feel overwhelmed?
Is it loss?
A kind of loss that was carefully prepared but completely ignored, a kind of frustration that cast doubt on one's own charm, and even a hint of unwillingness to be slighted?
Why?
She stared at herself in the mirror, and for the first time she had such clear doubts about her appearance.
Why didn't he even want to take a second look?
Am I not pretty enough?
She recalled the news sent back by Ninja who was sent to Konoha to collect intelligence, including many rumors about Sixth Hokage Naruto Uzumaki's romantic affairs.
Could it be that... that information is all wrong?
Is he not a womanizer at all?
Or is it that his "type" is not to his liking at all?
Shion stretched out his slender fingers, gently touched the cold mirror, and traced his delicate eyebrows in the mirror.
An unprecedented sense of confusion and slight grievance enveloped her.
As Miko, the education she received from an early age was how to use power, protect the country, and how to maintain majesty and sanctity. No one had ever taught her how to "attract" the attention of a man, especially a man who is so powerful and elusive.
She stood like this in front of the mirror for a long time, until the afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the window lattice, giving the Chinese clothes a layer of warmth Golden, and reflecting the lingering complex look in her eyes.
At the same time, Land of Demons's north.
Naruto stood at the height of Land of Snow's newly opened border post, looking at the land in front of him that was completely different from what he remembered.
The cold wind is still biting, but the air lacks that biting cold that seems to freeze the soul.
Looking around, it is no longer the boundless, monotonous and desolate world of ice and snow in my memory.
Instead, there is a vast grassland full of vitality and greenery.
Green grass buds tenaciously emerge from the fertile Kurotsuchi, covering most of the plains within sight, like a huge, soft carpet, with layers of green waves in the wind.
In the distance, the continuous mountains are still covered with white snow caps, but the snow line is obviously much higher than the position in memory. Below the mountainside is the lush Forest.
The pure white snow and the Jade Green earth complement each other, just like plain surrounding jasper.
"Geothermal Generator..."
Naruto whispered to himself.
He remembered that when he first came to this frozen country, he helped the stubborn and beautiful princess Kazahana Koyuki, defeated the ambitious uncle Kazahana Dōtō, and finally activated the device left by his father Kazahana Sōsetsu that could change the climate of the entire country.
Now Land of Snow has changed from a bitter cold place with year-round cold to this land of hope with vast grasslands suitable for farming.
The air is no longer filled with the smell of ice and snow, but the fragrance of earth and grass.
When I first came here, everything was blank and survival was the only theme.
But now, green has become the main theme, and vitality is surging in every inch of the land.
This earth-shaking change made the fatigue accumulated in Naruto's heart from days of running around, calculating, and fighting seem to be diluted by this scene full of vitality.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of air mixed with the scent of grass.
The face of Kazahana Koyuki that always looks strong but occasionally shows vulnerability comes to mind.
I wonder how she is doing now?
Have you become a qualified Queen?
Did the reconstruction of Land of Snow go smoothly?
"Just relax a little."
He said to himself, the Blue Eyes eyes that opened were a little less sharp and deep than usual, and a little more rare peace and expectation.
With a gentle step, his figure disappeared from the height of the outpost, turning into a stream of light Golden, speeding away in the direction of Land of Snow Capital.
Behind you are the boundless green fields and the white snow in the distant mountains, forming a picture full of hope and vitality.
As for the tangled worries about Land of Demons, that Miko girl, he had already left them in South not far away, like a breeze blowing through the grassland, without leaving any trace.