Naruto: I am invincible with my full body

The two sides have been discussing the matter.

"Haven't we finished talking yet?"

"Does Ai dare to object?"

Takahashi Yong wandered around the camp for another two days. It had been five days since the gate of Kumogakure was kicked open.

"Brother Takahashi, it's not that he has an opinion, but that he is too seriously injured and often unconscious..."

Sakumo squatted in front of the tent, holding a bowl of multi-grain noodles, and said to Takahashi Yong helplessly.

Takahashi Yong listened to Danzo "swearing at the sky" to Ai in the tent, and he must have sprayed Ai's face with spit.

Danzo's request should not be much different from losing power and humiliating the country.

"Brother Sakumo, are you sure you are too seriously injured..."

Takahashi Yongye squatted beside Sakumo, holding a large bowl of noodles in his hand, and asked Sakumo in confusion.

"Hey~"

Sakumo shook his head.

"There is no way, Brother Danzo is also for the good of Konoha, and can delay the development time of Kumogakure as much as possible."

Takahashi Yong looked at Sakumo in surprise, pointing to the depressed Kumogakure Village in front.

"Brother Sakumo, don't listen to Brother Danzo all the time! Do you think it is necessary to develop in this situation?"

Sakumo also sighed as he looked at the village where the villagers were almost running away.

"Brother Takahashi, don't underestimate the five major countries, they are recovering very quickly!"

The voice of Danzo came from behind, and Takahashi Yong and Sakumo moved to both sides, leaving a space for Danzo in the space.

Danzo looked at the two people squatting at the door of the tent with disdain, and still left a space for himself in the space, indicating to join them.

"Hey~"

Since both brothers have invited me, I'll just do it reluctantly.

Danzo also squatted down and stood between the two.

Takahashi Yong watched Yamanaka Arashi bring Danzo a bowl of noodles and couldn't help but urge him.

"No, brother Danzo, we can't even light a fire in the camp. There are not many animals in the Land of Thunder, and I've been eating noodles all day..."

"Let that kid go. You can make me faint three or four times a day."

Danzo took a big bite of his chopsticks and said unhappily after hearing Takahashi Yong's complaints.

"Brother, it's easy for me to relax my requirements. It's just a few words, but how can I be worthy of my brothers who have been through life and death together..."

The three of them were silent.

Don't be like this, Lord Danzo!

Strange!

Too strange!

"But this food is really not enough, and we can't buy it..."

Danzo looked at the noodles in the three bowls (basins). They were called noodles, but in fact they were powder made from various coarse grains, and then rubbed and cooked into a multi-grain batter.

"I think the brothers are eating very happily."

Sakumo drank the noodles in two or three mouthfuls.

"That's because we won, brother Sakumo."

Takahashi Yong buried his head in the big basin and fought hard. Since he had eaten all the supplies at the entrance of the camp, the cook always gave him a big basin with a guilty look on his face.

They also felt that it was their fault that they could not feed Master Takahashi Yong.

Several cloud ninjas in white coats lifted Ai and carefully walked around the three squatting people.

They couldn't eat yet. The food was robbed by Konoha's "robbers". Now they can only eat some low-quality military ration pills.

Takahashi Yong drank the "noodles" in the basin cleanly. There was no way. The kind-hearted master Takahashi just couldn't bear to see waste.

Sakumo and Danzo looked at Takahashi Yong with distressed faces.

"I'm sorry for putting you in such trouble, brother Takahashi. When we get back to Konoha, I'll treat you to Akimichi BBQ!"

"What BBQ?" Takahashi Yong looked at the two brothers with dissatisfaction.

"When we get back to the village, the crops on my farm should be ready. I'll treat you two brothers to some of the food I grew!"

Sakumo and Danzo looked at each other.

"Okay!"

"Why is Ai so mentally ill? How can he be a Raikage? Damn it!"

Takahashi Yong looked up at the sky, wondering how Mitsuki and the others were doing.

...

"Cough~cough..."

"Monkey, how are the arrangements going?"

Uzumaki Mito lay very weakly on the big bed in the Senju mansion.

The usual glamorous appearance is gone. Mito's skin is now loose and she looks old.

Her Yin seal can no longer maintain her appearance. Now all her chakra is used to suppress the Nine-Tails!

Tsunade looked at her worriedly.

"Mister Mito, everything has been arranged and can be carried out at any time..."

The Third Hokage's face was also full of sorrow.

"Then tomorrow, Monkey." There was no other emotion on Mito's face, only indifference.

"..." The Third Hokage stared at Uzumaki Mito seriously, and did not

She could speak, but nodded silently.

"Grandma!" Tsunade exclaimed.

Mito put his hand on the back of Tsunade's hand,

"Tsunade... I haven't seen your grandpa for a long time..."

"You should be happy!"

Mito wiped away Tsunade's tears, turned his head and said to the third generation:

"Monkey, call Kushina over..."

The third generation Hokage nodded and walked out the door.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Mito said weakly.

Step, step, step

The heavy footsteps indicated that the person coming was different.

Uzumaki Mito had gathered all his chakra into his abdomen to prepare for the transfer and stabilization of the Nine-Tails, and naturally he would not waste chakra perception.

Opening his eyes, a familiar face walked in front of the third generation Hokage, and the warm breath made Mito fall into memories for a while.

Nawaki walked to Mito's bed and said to her in a firm tone:

"I won't let Uzumaki people be Jinchūriki! Grandma."

"Nawaki!? You..."

Uzumaki Mito was so angry that he had only one thought in his mind.

'Damn Shui Ling! '

'What did you say to Nawaki! ? '

"Grandma! We have failed the Uzumaki Alliance! Now we have to let Uzumaki people be the Jinchūriki of Konoha!"

"Grandpa will be angry if he knows that this happened to Konoha, which he founded!"

No, if the first generation knew that Uzumaki was exterminated and Konoha had no support, they would be furious.

"Grandpa will definitely not allow this! If Konoha really doesn't have a suitable candidate, then let me do it!"

"I will take over from grandma, I will be the Jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails!"

Senju Nawaki said to everyone in the room.

Tsunade was ashamed several times.

The direct bloodline of Senju Hashirama had a superior status in Konoha before Mito died.

Whether to go to the battlefield or cancel the surname of Senju were all their own decisions. Before Mito died, the third generation did not dare to interfere.

Moreover, Tsunade and Nawaki were well taken care of among the grassroots ninjas, and the people of Konoha owed the favor of the first generation.

The words of Nawaki, who is only nine years old now, are like a slap in Tsunade's face. Are you worthy of being the princess of the Land of Fire?

Squeezing the allies of the Uzumaki, is this the will of fire?

Is the physique of the Senju clan poor?

Can it be worse than the generations of 'B' in the Hidden Cloud Village?

And they will not be discriminated against as Jinchūriki!

Dare to discriminate against the descendants of the first generation? I think you don't have the 'will of fire' at all!

'Yes, grandpa will not agree... What did I do...'

Tsunade's cheeks were flushed, and she muttered silently in her heart, as if she was ashamed of her previous self.

"Rope Tree, don't listen to what others say, grandma..."

Uzumaki Mito wanted to explain, but she couldn't speak for a while when she felt Rope Tree's warm breath.

She waved her hand, signaling everyone to go out.

"Grandma..."

"Let me be quiet, cough..."

Mito lay on the soft bed, feeling very complicated.

Did I do something wrong?

But... it's safer for Uzumaki to be the Jinchūriki.

Oh~

It's retribution...

Hashirama, you should blame me...

In Mito's eyes, it seemed that a boy with a 'melon skin' on his head, smiling at her foolishly, smiled exactly like her grandson.