The blood of the Hokage follows the snare

The new daimyo sat on the rickety palanquin, and he could see from the slightly transparent gauze curtain the thousand trails riding a tall horse leading the way in front of the escort troops.

The daimyo’s palanquin was carried by four majestic samurai, guarded by layers of samurai in front and behind, and in the long escort procession, only one of Chiji was dressed in ninja clothes, and the others were all samurai equipment. But despite this, everyone did not dare to have the slightest objection to this leading ninja, and Qianji alone completely suppressed the arrogance of the noble warriors.

Qianji is actually very unaccustomed to horseback riding, ninjas rarely need transportation to do tasks, but if they can’t ride a psychic beast, tailed beast and the like, the speed of riding a horse is like a turtle crawling for ninjas.

Chiji felt his back being watched by a burning gaze, and more than one pair of eyes were looking at him, Chiji twisted his shoulders a little uncomfortably, stretched his hand behind his back and scratched it, which was an extremely indecent action in the eyes of the nobles, and the daimyo and some samurai behind him shook their heads one after another.

Qianji doesn’t care about this, he scratches and scratches his back when he is uncomfortable, and he is bored and riding on horseback without a serious manner, sitting sideways for a while, sitting on his stomach for a while, anyway, he is not like a samurai riding on his side, with his waist straight and his head held high.

Qianji was extremely depressed in his heart, not knowing how long it would take to reach the palace with such a speed, he reached out boredly and picked a leaf and bit it between his lips, urging the horse to turn around and walk to the daimyo’s palanquin, and asked: “Daimyo, how about I discuss something with you?” ”

This new daimyo was a boy about the same age as Senji, but he was white and thin, like a girl, and very timid. Asked by Qianji suddenly, he was a little overwhelmed, and it took a long time before he opened a little gap in the gauze curtain, looked at Qianji a few times in fear, and spoke weakly: “What happened?” If it’s not a big deal, the chief guard can make his own decisions. After that, he also swallowed his saliva nervously.

“Can I go to the palace first and wait for the daimyo?” Senji patted the back of the horse on his crotch, “This is also too slow, doesn’t the daimyo think?” ”

“This…” the young daimyo’s face was very embarrassed, Senji’s request was simply nonsense, as the chief guard, he actually wanted to leave the daimyo alone and hurry first, “I’m afraid this is not appropriate, the chief guard must always be by the daimyo’s side to protect the daimyo, and if you go first, talk about protection.” ”

The daimyo, who had refused Senji’s request, lowered the gap in the gauze curtain, and his hands were nervously clenched into fists, shrunk into wide sleeves, and his body trembled slightly. He had heard people say about a thousand traces, a person who killed thousands of samurai soldiers, it was simply the devil, and he had just refused the devil’s request, and his heart was now almost jumping to his throat, for fear that a thousand traces would start in the next second.

Senji also knew that everyone here, including the daimyo, was afraid of himself, and if he wanted to act recklessly, no one would dare to stop him. But Qianji is not a bully who prides himself on bullying the weak, these samurai and daimyo are just ordinary people who have no power in his opinion, and he also makes it difficult.

The escort continued on their way, and the party that set out from Konoha in the morning had been a day, and seeing that it was about to get dark into the night, Chiji was already bored lying on horseback and sleeping heavily, and did not mean to stop marching and camping at all, but the daimyo and samurai behind were anxious.

If you want to say that the samurai continue to march without rest, at most they are a little tired, but the daimyo can’t help rest, do you want the daimyo to sit on the palanquin overnight?

In desperation, the daimyo had to send a retinue of samurai to the front to remind Qianji that it was time to prepare for camping and repairing the team at night.

“Guardian grown-up! Wake up! The retinue samurai carefully pushed the sleeping Shoka Senji on the back of the horse, “Senkai-sama, wake up quickly, the daimyo has instructions!” Lord Thousand Calamities! ”

“Hmm… What’s going on? Qianji, who was lying on horseback, got up in a daze, his eyes still squinting and not opening, “Don’t call me if it’s not an assassin killer.” After that, Qianji planted one after another to sleep in the past.

The entourage appointed by the daimyo was very helpless, so he had to continue to wake up Qianji, “Lord Qianji, it’s getting dark, and we have to arrange for the escort troops to set up camp.” It is the order of the daimyo, Senkai-sama. ”

“Good, good, according to the daimyo.” Qianji sucked in his saliva, rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned, clamped his legs hard, and stopped the horse under him, “All people rest!” ”

After receiving the order issued by Qianji, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Especially the few samurai who carried the palanquin quickly put down the daimyo’s palanquin, rubbed his shoulders, and sighed repeatedly. They were still thinking that if this ninja leader did not promise to give them rest, it was estimated that this shoulder would be wasted.

Originally, the speed of travel was slow, and the troops had to rest in the evening, which was simply torturous for Qianji. He could have left it alone, but before setting off, Watergate had specifically told him to send the daimyo to the palace in person, and not to clash with the samurai, otherwise there would be no additional reward for Watergate, and Tsunade would settle accounts with him. Weighing the pros and cons, Senji had to follow the daimyo.

It was night, the tent was set up, the fire was lit, and Qianji sat alone in front of his tent for barbecue, and no one dared to approach him. Qianji skewered the three-tailed meat cut during the day on a sharpened wooden stick, and then raised it to the fire and slowly grilled it, fragrant and oily, causing his mouth to water.

Just as Qianji was grabbing the piece of roasted three-tailed meat and was about to send it to his mouth, a small hand gently patted his back shoulder.

“Who?!” Surrounded by a dark and dark dense forest, this sudden arrival startled Qianji. Qianji grabbed the piece of meat in his hand, pursed his lips, and did not dare to turn back immediately, he was afraid that he would have no appetite if he saw something that should not be seen in the evening.

Seeing that Qianji did not look back, the little hand patted him on the shoulder again, and made a soft and soft voice: “That, meat, can you divide me a little?” Accompanied by the sound of gently swallowing saliva.

Unexpectedly, he dared to covet the roasted meat that Qianji brought to his mouth, and this Qianji couldn’t bear it, and he bit the roasted three-tailed meat in one bite, turned his head, and triumphantly prepared to show off.

“If you don’t give it, you won’t give it!” Qianji grimaced and turned his head. Unexpectedly, it was a richly dressed little girl begging him for food.

The little girl twisted her fingers timidly and bit her lower lip, her pink little face looked particularly cute in the light of the fire. She looked at the piece of meat in Qianji’s mouth and swallowed her saliva aggrievedly, but did not dare to say anything more. _

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