The Shimada Family's Ninja Journey

After Da Lao and Zong Quan left, the daimyo had no intention of leaving.

The daimyo's eyes were lowered, and his right hand was holding some cold tea on the desk.

After taking a sip, the slightly bitter fragrance of the tea spread down the throat to the lips and tongue.

The daimyo, who had been drunk for a long time and had not had tea for an unknown amount of time, suddenly became agitated.

At this time, the door of the living room was suddenly opened again.

The person who opened the door and came in was the old man who had left and returned.

"Lord Daimyo."

The elder bowed respectfully to the daimyo again, with a hint of excitement that could not be concealed in his words.

The elder is older than the daimyo.

When he began serving in the Fire Nation, the Daimyo was still the crown prince of the Daiming Mansion.

The two met very early.

Although after so many years, the elder has now become the spokesperson of the Fire Nation bureaucrats, he himself is deeply favored by the daimyo.

The so-called bureaucrats are basically nobles with low family backgrounds, or simply civilians.

Before him, high positions like the elder had always been monopolized by the great nobles of the Fire City.

Therefore, for him to be able to sit in the position of the elder, it is inevitable that he would receive many promotions and support from the famous names.

In the past few years, after the daimyo became decadent, it was he, the elder, who was trying to maintain the normal operation of the daming mansion.

The daimyo can safely delegate power to the elder, and the elder can indeed shoulder the responsibility of delegating power to the daimyo.

Of course, it is indeed not a wonderful feeling to serve a misbehaving master for a long time.

Especially without the restraint of the daimyo, the nobles of the Fire City began to become more indulgent.

Like the last meeting of the three clans, Hanzo had seen with his own eyes that the citizens of the City of Fire had become more miserable and the nobles had become more lawless.

Without the support of the daimyo, even though the elder himself has considerable prestige, he is often unable to do anything against those nobles.

Wiping buttocks and putting out fires everywhere. After doing such things a lot, the elder naturally had some complaints against the daimyo.

Although this still could not shake his loyalty, it also made his attitude towards the daimyo gradually become a little careless.

Of course, these are all things of the past now.

Until today, when he saw that the daimyo was finally showing signs of cheering up, he immediately got into the mood and even had tears in his eyes.

Looking at the ministers who had accompanied him for decades, the daimyo couldn't help but sigh.

"Thanks to you for your hard work these past few years, Long Guang."

After opening his mouth, the daimyo finally said this sadly.

The elder calmed down a little, took a deep breath, and said excitedly: "This is not a hardship, as long as the daimyo can cheer up, all this is nothing!"

After hearing what the elder said, the daimyo's expression turned bitter: "...It's already too late, Long Guang."

"grown ups?"

The elder was a little confused.

The daming hesitated for a moment, and finally said slowly: "My body... has completely collapsed. A few days ago, doctors from the Daming Mansion diagnosed that I can live for another half a year at most. This is still the most optimistic estimate..."

After hearing the explanation, the elder was completely stunned.

The boss really doesn't know these things.

In recent years, although the daimyo has ignored political affairs, he has not restrained the nobles and bureaucrats very much.

But out of caution, he still paid close attention to matters related to his own safety, such as Daming Mansion's medical care, meals, etc.

Especially his physical condition, only he and the doctors at Daming Mansion knew about it.

And all the doctors were very strict. Even he, the elder, or Prince Zongquan didn't want to find out anything.

In addition, for the same reason of security, the funds allocated to the General's Mansion were also cut again and again.

Of course, the external view is that the daimyo was addicted to pleasure and misappropriated the funds that should have been allocated to the shogunate.

But in fact, the elder knew that with the financial situation of the Daming Mansion, if the Daiming was just having fun, there would be no way he would be short of money and need to use the budget for the General Mansion.

In fact, it was just because the daimyo ignored political affairs that the daimyo government's penetration and influence on the Ninja Army dropped more than a bit, and even stagnated.

In this case, the daimyo simply cut the general's funding by pretending to be crazy.

Although General Qingxi was dissatisfied, as we all know, it is more difficult to communicate with a foolish king than a wise king.

Because the foolish king will not reason with you.

General Qingxi can only suffer the loss of being dumb.

However, the reason why the daimyo dared to do this was because he realized that the ninja army under the general could not compete with the three major ninja clans of the Fire Country.

Especially after he read the intelligence about the battle between Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara, the powerful power of the Mangekyō Sharingan that debuted made the daimyo completely despair. In comparison, the ninja troops of General Qingxi

, it’s not enough for these clan leaders to kill alone.

After thinking about this clearly, the elder smiled bitterly and said: "...So, Sir, you used such a radical method today to make His Highness the Crown Prince quickly realize the power of the Ninja clan. Is it because of your body?"

The daimyo nodded silently: "It was also because I didn't train Zongquan properly when I was young. Now...his temperament has been finalized. I understand my son myself. I only have less than half a year left. This is the best

method."

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

After a while, the daimyo suddenly stood up, walked to the elder, pulled him up, held his hand tightly, and said: "Long Guang, you must help me!"

"Lord Daimyo..."

The elder was stunned for a moment and said a little puzzled.

The daimyo didn't care that much, he just stared at the elder and said: "Longguang, promise me that after my death, you will assist Zongquan well, at least..."

His voice was a little low: "...At least we have to wait until the relationship between the Daming Mansion and the Ninja clan is settled, okay?"

Faced with such a request from the master who has been loyal to him all his life, how can the elder have no room to refuse?

He could only nodded silently.

But he knew in his heart that even if he wanted to assist His Highness Zongquan, it might not be that easy.

In the past few years, the nobles of the Fire City have gradually moved closer to Zongquan.

As the most trusted subordinate of the daimyo, although the prince respects him, he cannot trust him 100%.

Once the great name passes away, how long can I sit in the position of the elder? And how much can the prince listen to my words?

When the time comes, all he can do is do his best and obey fate.

Besides...

"I'm afraid my body won't last much longer than yours, sir..." The elder felt bitter in his heart.

The elder knew these things, but he didn't have the heart to say them to his lord whose life was short.

The daimyo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the elder agreed to his request.

After today's hard work, the daimyo's weakened body is almost unable to support it.

Rejecting the elder's help, the elder staggered back to his seat, waved his hand, and asked the elder to leave.

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