Konoha's task master

Reiko Aoyama led Yakumo to the door of the living room, and a young man in a gray gown immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

"You two are the ninjas of Konoha Village! Come and let me take you to your seats." The young man in the gray gown smiled enthusiastically, his face full of warmth. Even when facing the child Yakumo, he did not show any enthusiasm at all.

reduce.

"By the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am the youngest son of the daimyo. You two can call me Shinichi." When introducing his identity, his face was still humble and enthusiastic, as if he didn't feel how noble he was.

At this time, Yakumo suddenly remembered that Tsunade once introduced this third son. He was the product of drunkenness, a being who was spurned since childhood, and a suitable template for the protagonist in another world.

He has been bullied by his two brothers since he was a child, but he has never resisted. His temper when he is incompetent will only lead to destruction. Temporary forbearance is nothing. Since ancient times, there are few people who have achieved great things without experiencing some hardships.

Metkai has been called a bastard for many years, but he almost kicked out Madara Six Paths in the final battle. Obito Uchiha was also a bastard who was bullied by his tribe and endured it...but he was finally promoted to six paths and one sword strike.

Opened the mountain.

Yakumo suddenly looked forward to today's dinner. There were various antiques in the living room. They were the inherited treasures of other nobles, but they were wiped out and turned into trophies that showed the power of the daimyo clan.

Among the dazzling trophies, Yakumo seemed to have seen all kinds of bloody battles in the past, and saw Senju Hashirama annihilating all nobles for his ideals.

Under the bright incandescent light, Shinichi led the two of them to their seats. Next to him was Tsunade, who had rosy cheeks and smelled of alcohol.

"Escape is shameful, but it is very useful." Yakumo thought to himself. After the blows of Kato Dan and Naoki's successive deaths, Tsunade began to gamble badly. Being drunk seemed to be the only way to temporarily forget the pain.

"Tsunade-sama, please stop drinking." Reiko Aoyama knelt down and gently shook Tsunade's body with her hands, and something beautiful began to dance up and down.

"Hiccup...I just want to drink it, please leave me alone, Reiko."

Tsunade let out a wine belch, broke away from Reiko Aoyama's hands, and then raised the bottle.

Yakumo sighed softly in his heart when he saw this scene. He did not persuade Tsunade out loud. After all, everyone has the right to choose their own way of life. He was not confident enough to ask Tsunade to find the lost one again in just a few words like Naruto.

Original intention.

Yakumo looked around and saw the eldest son and his wife, who was a charming woman, sitting in another seat, and a child of about ten years old beside them.

The eldest son sat there like a lying tiger, with piercing eyes and an aura as if he were facing the abyss.

On the other side was the somewhat feminine Second Young Master, who seemed to be in a good mood, sipping the sake on the table with a smile on his face.

This was a simple private banquet, except that there were only eight or nine people in attendance, but the huge living room did not seem empty at all.

The number of service staff at this banquet was at least three times the number of guests. Butler Takahashi was dressed in an elegant and exquisite fitted dress and controlled the order of the entire banquet like a conductor. His elderly face was full of pride.

Finally, after Yakumo was nearly eighty percent full, the daimyo came to the living room surrounded by servants. He was wearing a black kimono, with gold thread on the collar and cuffs, and his expression was solemn and solemn, as if he was attending someone's funeral.

He sat directly at the main seat and looked around. Everyone stopped subconsciously and stared at the old man in the center of the entire living room. Except for Tsunade, she was still drinking heavily, as if everything in the living room had nothing to do with her, and her stomach was like a bottomless pit.

Drinking jar after jar of wine.

"Takumi." The old man called out softly. This was the eldest son's name.

"Father." The eldest son, Takumi, stood up respectfully, walked to the cashmere carpeted corridor of the living room and knelt down on his knees.

"You are very much like me before." Daimyo Youyou spoke with a bit of reminiscence and admiration. At this moment, his face was full of love.

"Ambitious, perseverant, willing to practice hard and polish his body, he is as thirsty for power as I am."

The daimyo was still sighing and praising his son, and the love in his eyes seemed like warm holy light, which made Takumi smile involuntarily.

"You even have the coldness...even cruelty that a superior person should have. You have the determination to crush anyone who stands in your way, even if that person is me."

As soon as the daimyo changed the topic, his original warmth and kindness instantly turned into extremely cold ice, making people feel chilled all over. Everyone's expressions subconsciously changed again and again.

Yakumo's breathing adjusted slightly, and his whole body began to tighten subconsciously. He noticed the bloody smell mixed in the daimyo's words. This murderous intention was so gentle, but so cold, as if someone was being killed on a frozen lake.

Frozen inch by inch.

The smile on the kneeling eldest son's face lost, and the look in his eyes towards the daimyo became extremely complicated.

"You are the heir I trained, and the position of Daimyo of the Fire Country will belong to you sooner or later. Even if you are so impatient to kill me, I don't blame you." The Daimyo spoke excitedly, as if praising his most outstanding person.

creation.

The living room became silent, and the originally proud butler Takahashi was covered in cold sweat. At this moment, everyone had a premonition that something was going to happen.

"Father..." Takumi spoke softly, his face extremely calm, and he did not make any excuses.

"When he came to me, to be honest, I only hesitated for a moment. After all, I no longer had the patience to wait another ten years."

"You desire power, just like me back then. So I don't blame you, but you failed." The daimyo shook his head and whispered.

"Why don't you commit suicide?"

His tone was so light, as if he was suggesting what to eat for breakfast.

In a corner of the living room, Takumi's wife hugged her crying son tightly. He couldn't understand why his usually amiable grandfather became like this.

"I'm sorry, Father... please allow me to refuse."

The eldest son stood up slowly until he stood upright and straightened his back completely. He took out the long sword on his back. The mirror-like blade reflected the cold light. He raised his head and looked directly into the daimyo's eyes with some presumption.

"Awesome! You are my perfect heir. There shouldn't be anyone in our clan who can be easily captured." The daimyo smiled boldly and didn't care at all about the eldest son's rebuttal.

"I'm sorry, Father." The eldest son's voice was still extremely respectful, but he held the two blades tightly, used his arms to move his arms around his waist, and made a tiger leap, crossing a distance of several meters and slashing at the daimyo's head with the sound of howling wind.

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Facing the killing blow, the daimyo didn't react at all. Even the corners of his mouth were smiling, and his eyes only expressed appreciation for the eldest son's behavior. Everyone in the living room felt their hearts in their throats at this moment!