"I think who killed the son of "Demigod" is not important to us, and there is no need to investigate."
One sentence made Hatake Sakumo's pupils shrink suddenly.
Not important? This is the cause of the whole incident!
Senju Chen ignored Hatake Sakumo's surprise. He looked at Orochimaru and the two of them and continued to say in a coherent tone, "Uncle Sakumo said that there is a high probability that he was poisoned. I think there are two possibilities. The first possibility is a vendetta. Hanzo of the Salamander has ruled Amegakure for so many years, and his methods are tough, so there will definitely be many enemies. It is normal for someone to secretly kill his son for revenge, but the person who can do this must be extraordinary. There is no reason for us to risk exposure and compromise our intelligence personnel for other people's family affairs. It is meaningless."
"The second possibility..." Senju Chen's tone paused, and a sharpness that did not match his age flashed in his eyes, "It is that someone wants him to go crazy. No one can say what a 'Demigod' who is overwhelmed by sadness and anger will do."
Hatake Sakumo's breathing stagnated slightly. As Konoha Elite Jonin, he naturally thought of these two points. But coming from the mouth of a six-year-old child, this feeling was completely different. This child saw it too clearly.
"But," Senju Chen changed the topic, with a hint of cunning on his little face, "I think both of these possibilities are not important. What is really important is who Mr. Hanzō himself... thinks is the murderer. Or, in other words, he wants to believe who is behind all this."
He stretched out a small finger and traced it in the moist air.
"Land of Rain's position is too special. It is sandwiched between our Land of Fire, Land of Earth and Land of Wind. Whoever can get the support of Land of Rain will be able to win in the future war., to keep the flames of war out of his own house. Now, Mr. Hanzō's son is dead, and he is like an angry lion, eager to seek revenge. At this time, whoever can pour dirty water on his opponent and make Mr. Hanzō believe that he can take the biggest advantage."
"So, what we have to do now is not to investigate the unimportant real culprit, but to find a way to prevent this basin of dirty water from being poured on our Konoha heads."
After listening to these words, Hatake Sakumo had already sat up straight. Looking at the child talking eloquently in front of him, he felt that he was not facing a six-year-old child, but an experienced politician who had been immersed in power struggles for many years. This vision, this depth of thought...
Senju Chen seemed completely unaware of the impact he had on "Konoha's White Fang". He looked at Orochimaru and put forward his own plan.
"I think we can learn from Iwagakure and send a delegation here. However, we are not here to discuss cooperation."
He paused and showed an innocent smile, "We are here to offer condolences and pay homage."
"Teacher Orochimaru, I think you are the best candidate." Senju Chen's eyes were bright and sincere, "Your status in Konoha is no better than that Iwagakure Ninja named Kitsuchi Bad. Moreover, you are one of the 'Sannin's recognized personally by Mr. Hanzō. When old friends heard the bad news, they came here to express their condolences. This not only represents your personal friendship, but also represents our Konoha's openness and aboveboardness."
"If you think about it, everyone is afraid of being implicated and avoids this matter. We are the only ones who come to the door, either to negotiate terms or simply to comfort him and tell him that we are also very sad. We can even help him catch the murderer if he needs it. In this way, will he still doubt us?"
"As for Iwagakure, they came with a purpose, Mr. Hanzō knows it very well. Compared with other people who are eager to distance themselves from the relationship or have ulterior motives, our Konoha image suddenly becomes taller. After reaching this point, no matter how this matter develops in the end, we are already in an invincible position."
After Senju Chen finished speaking, he picked up the tea and pretended to take a sip.
Hatake Sakumo stared at him blankly, his mind going blank. Throughout his military life, he was good at solving problems with a blade on the battlefield. How had he ever been exposed to such tortuous and complicated political techniques? Retreating to advance, doing the opposite. When everyone was retreating, taking the initiative to step into the center of Uzumaki could clear the suspicion as quickly as possible and occupy the moral high ground...
This... is this a strategy that a six-year-old child can come up with? He couldn't help but think of the Senju Clan's ancestors, First Hokage pacified the troubled times, and Second Hokage established the Ninja Village system... Could it be that this kind of overall perspective and political talent can really be passed down through blood?
And Orochimaru, those golden snake pupils also burst out with shock and fiery light.
He originally just wanted to test the disciple's ability and see how far he could analyze it. But he never expected that Senju Chen not only saw through the essence of the problem, but even gave a way to solve the problem!
Take the initiative to express condolences!
This idea was bold, outrageous, but extremely reasonable! When everyone regarded Hanzo of the Salamander as a powder keg that could explode at any time, only Senju Chen saw the grieving father who had lost his son.
Use emotion to eliminate suspicion and use magnanimity to build trust.
Really...
The corners of Orochimaru's mouth uncontrollably curved upward in a strange and satisfying arc. He looked at Senju Chen, and he was really very satisfied with the pattern of his disciple, not only his own talent, but also his advanced political vision.
"Hehehe... that's a good analysis."
Orochimaru's hoarse laughter broke the silence. He stood up, his pale face filled with morbid excitement, "Tonight, you stay here. Tomorrow morning, you come with me to Hanzo of the Salamander's mansion."
After saying that, he didn't even look at Hatake Sakumo again, stood up, took the scroll on the table, and walked into the darkness and rain outside the door.
"Yes, teacher." Senju Chen responded respectfully, but felt surprised in his heart.
Take me with you? To meet the legendary "Demigod"? But after thinking about it, I felt relieved. Isn't this like those martial arts sects in previous lives, where the master always likes to bring his most proud disciples with him when visiting other sects. Firstly, it is to recognize the familiar face, and secondly, if the disciple is good enough, he can also show off and make himself more famous.
And Senju Chen also knows why Orochimaru left him behind.
Hatake Sakumo also recovered from the shock. He stood up and sent Orochimaru out. When he came back, the look in his eyes that looked at Senju Chen had completely changed. It was mixed with exclamation, praise, and a kind of respect from the heart.
The two sat down at the table again. The atmosphere in the room that was filled with cold calculations just now suddenly changed. Hatake Sakumo's resolute face showed a rare hint of embarrassment and expectation. He rubbed his hands, his voice was trembling, and he couldn't wait to ask:
"Little Chen, Kakashi He... he is now..."