The Shimada Family's Ninja Journey

"Your Highness, the Daimyo-sama please come in."

Damingfu, the City of Fire.

Under the guidance of the servants of Daming Palace, Zong Quan, the crown prince of the Kingdom of Fire, walked into the living room of Daming Palace and knelt down opposite the Daming Palace.

The behavior of the nobles is naturally different from that of the ninja clan.

Rows of candles have been installed in the conference room, and the candlelight is as bright as beans, but I can't bear to have enough candles to illuminate the huge living room.

Unlike the previous time when he came to meet the daimyo, he was so proud. At this time, Zong's face was pale and numb, and his whole body's energy and spirit had changed. He looked completely different from a few days ago.

The daimyo sitting opposite Zongquan couldn't help feeling a little distressed in his heart when he looked at his depressed son.

No matter how much the daimyo disliked him for his great ambition and lack of talent, he was still his son after all.

However, thinking of the many years of inheritance of the Daimyo clan of the Land of Fire, the Fire Daimyo could only suppress the unbearable feeling in his heart and said coldly to Zongquan: "Yesterday, you also went to witness the battle between Shimada Hanzo and Uchiha Madara.

Let me ask you now, do you still insist on your previous thoughts?"

Hearing this, Zong Quan immediately lowered his head, and after a while he whispered: "Father, why can ninjas be so powerful? What's the point of what we, a great name... do?"

Even though the Fire Daimyo's original intention was to attack his own son, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart when faced with such a problem.

Isn't this a pain point in his heart?

If he hadn't truly understood the power of top ninjas, how could he have fallen into depression?

After a moment of silence, the daimyo still failed to answer his son's question directly. He just pretended to be calm and said: "You don't need to think too much. As daimyo, we are the legitimate rulers of the Fire Country. Even ninjas... will not take it easy.

Break up with us."

However, the daimyo's weak explanation failed to comfort him at all, and instead made Zong Quan's face become even paler.

Zong Quan, who had always been dull in aptitude, keenly grasped the real meaning of the daimyo this time. When the daimyo mansion faced the ninjas, they actually had nothing to rely on.

Although he had expected this, he still couldn't help but feel a little sad when he actually learned this from his father.

This was also the first time Zongquan saw such a weak and powerless side of Huo Daiming.

It was completely different from the majestic image that Tong Daiming had built in his heart since childhood.

In the past, he was afraid and disgusted by the majesty of the Fire Daimyo, but now, Zongquan would rather the Fire Daimyo still put on the look that he hates. At least this proves that the Daming Palace has a certain confidence in facing the Ninja clan.

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The father and son were silent for a while.

After a long while, Zongquan suddenly knelt down to the daimyo opposite him and said, "Father, your position as a daimyo... I forgive my son for not being able to bear it anymore."

"What did you say?"

The daimyo was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then became furious.

Ever since he knew that his time was running out, the daimyo began to plan every aspect for Zongquan.

Facing his right-hand man, the elder Long Guang, the daimyo put on a brave face and begged him to give his son a lift.

In these days, he successively summoned many nobles loyal to him in the City of Fire, including his old rival General Qingxi, to make plans for Zong Quan's accession to the throne.

In two days, he even planned to make an exception and go to the Shimada clan's residence in person to visit Hanzo Shimada.

However, just when he was thinking hard, this brat was actually planning to give up his job? How could he not be annoyed by this?

Besides, although he always said he disliked Zong Quan.

But he knew it in his heart. Compared with his other sons, Zong Quan was really the dwarf general.

All in all, Zong Quan has to sit in this position, whether he is sitting or not.

Facing the daimyo's anger, Zongquan just bowed his head to the ground without any intention of wavering.

"You bastard, you are so angry..."

The Daimyo, who was almost exhausted, was so angry that he couldn't help coughing desperately.

Seeing his old father's appearance, Zong Quan couldn't care less about being angry for a moment, and quickly came to the daimyo's side in three steps and two steps at a time to help him calm down.

When the doctors who had been waiting in the side room heard the daimyo's cough, they rushed in hurriedly.

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After a period of chaos, the daimyo's situation finally stabilized.

Somewhat weakly leaning against the wall, the daimyo reluctantly waved his hand and asked the doctors to retreat.

Zong Quan also learned about his father's physical condition at this time.

The daimyo took a few deep breaths, cheered up, and said to Zongquan: "You also know my situation... Zongquan, you have no choice, and I have no choice."

Hearing this, Zong Quan suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Is this the reason why you suddenly ordered Master Tsunri to take me to watch the battle? To so-called recognize the reality?"

Facing his son's questioning, the daimyo lost his previous emotional ups and downs and just said calmly: "If you were me... what would you do? Zongquan? I really tried my best..."

The daimyo closed his eyes slightly at this time and did not look at his son in front of him.

Zong Quan knelt down in front of the daimyo and fell silent.

He has lived for more than thirty years, but it seems that it was not until today that he realized for the first time that the position of daimyo was so difficult to occupy.

What seemed like a jeweled seat, hidden behind it, were all kinds of helplessness that he couldn't help but want to escape from.

But as the daimyo said, he had no way out.

Even if he doesn't want to, he is still a child of the Daimyo clan of the Land of Fire. He has suffered from the shadow of this clan since he was born. Now, it is his time to repay the family.

"Father, maybe you should have let me know this earlier..." Zong Quan's voice was low and helpless.

Listening to his son's complaints, the daimyo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zongquan with turbid eyes.

"I'm just an ordinary person..."

There was deep exhaustion in his words: "Faced with such a blow, I chose to escape. By the time I woke up, there was not much time left."

The daimyo's words were a bit confusing, but Zongquan understood what he meant.

He still remembered the day a few years ago when the daimyo suddenly became depressed.

Zong Quan asked himself, if he switched places with his father, maybe he would choose to escape.

At this time, the daimyo seemed to have lost interest in the conversation. He waved his hand and said half-heartedly: "You should go back to your house to prepare. If anything happens, I will let the elder inform you... Don't worry, I'll take care of you while I can."

If I do something, I will do my best for the family."

However, this time, Zongquan did not obey as usual. Instead, he looked straight at his father and said, "You plan to visit the Shimada clan, right?"

"Um?"

The daimyo looked a little surprised: "Who told you this?"

Zong Quan shook his head and said: "Father, after all, I am not the empty-headed prince I was a few years ago."

Hearing this, the daimyo didn't delve any further and just said: "Don't worry about this matter, I will take care of it."

Zongquan did not agree with his idea: "Father, let me go with you."

Looking at the serious eldest son, the daimyo sighed in his heart.

"That's all, you can go if you want."

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