He was in Konoha, and his domineering aura was overflowing.

Pushing aside the rubble covering his head, the disheveled samurai took a deep breath.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The monk with uneven eyes brushed the dust off his robes, his gaze sweeping over the mess before him.

"What a mess."

The samurai covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and said irritably, "What are you lamenting about now? Let's get going!"

He was relatively kind to the monks because of his visit to the red-light district.

"This is definitely a lost cause. Who said the barrier was indestructible?"

As soon as he finished speaking, people began to appear from all around.

Upon hearing this, the high priest in charge of setting up the barrier turned pale and retorted, "The barrier itself is fine, it's just that the opponent's attack methods are too... unpredictable."

The samurai rolled his eyes: "You kill people and then tell them how to kill them?"

The high priest was speechless.

The main problem is that he really has no experience with this.

He had seen cannonballs before; they were powerful, but nothing special. Anyone with a little skill could dodge or block them.

This barrier, which he set up himself and other powerful individuals, should theoretically be impossible to break through with mere cannonballs.

A priestess spoke up: "The gunpowder content in the previous chakra was scarce, while the explosive chakra made up the majority. I suspect it was the work of that 'Child of Purgatory'."

"You don't need to tell me, he's our target this time. Tch, I'm quitting anyway, the pay for this job is completely wrong!"

The recruited wandering ninjas grumbled and complained. They were drinking and having fun in the lord's mansion's cellar when the explosion occurred. They had only narrowly escaped death. When they came out and saw the devastation, they decided to leave.

They boasted so much before, and the other side definitely couldn't break through. Now, not only can they not break through, but the city lord's mansion has been completely ravaged!

No one stopped the wandering ninja from leaving.

Everyone was considering whether or not to get away.

After all, the power of those cannonballs didn't seem like something from the Land of Fire.

When it hits a person, it really does cause bruises here and there.

However, this trip was entrusted by the Xiongnu. Most of the wandering ninjas and bounty hunters recruited by the Xiongnu had families and jobs. If they just left like this, it would be difficult to explain.

The monk with uneven eyes sighed.

"It seems this humble monk is going to betray the Fire Temple today."

The samurai asked in surprise, "Are you really willing to leave the Temple of Fire?"

"What can I do even if I'm reluctant to leave? Staying here any longer would be dangerous, and going back to the temple would only cause trouble for the temple. I have no choice but to run away."

"You're quite carefree," the samurai grinned.

Sure enough, he got along well with the monk.

They made a quick escape plan, but before they could put it into action, someone tried to stop them.

The High Priest's expression was stern: "To be cowardly before the battle even begins—is this how you behave?!"

The priests, shrine maidens, and onmyoji have not explicitly stated that they intend to back down.

Those who wanted to retreat were mostly ninjas, bounty hunters, and samurai.

The samurai scoffed, "You all hold official positions, while we're just commoners. If it weren't for the money, nobody would come. Now, with so little money, you expect me to risk my life?"

"Hetui!"

Nima.

Priests and priestesses are both people with official positions. In the Land of Demons, priestesses are especially revered. It is only natural for these people to fight desperately, and it is only human nature for them to run away.

Let no one speak ill of anyone else.

If he were offered an official position now to join the ranks of the elite, he wouldn't mind staying and giving it a shot.

For example, there are differences even among high priests. The previous young one was just a gilded guest, but this one is the real deal.

The high priest's face darkened, and he was about to make an example of someone.

However, at this moment...

puff.

The two black balls rolled on the ground, eventually landing at the feet of a shrine maiden.

He subconsciously lowered his head, his two wide eyes staring straight at her.

"ah!"

"How can you disturb the peace in broad daylight? Do you have any manners or conscience?!"

The high priest's face darkened.

Looking at the unhurried approaching group, Isogen and the others, they instinctively huddled together, realizing they were facing a formidable enemy.

"You ninjas are indeed treacherous and ambitious. Letting you establish a ninja village was the biggest mistake we ever made!"

Isogen rolled his eyes: "That's enough. If it weren't for Big Pillar's brain malfunction, Madara Uchiha would have wiped you all out. Would you even need to say anything here?"

"What is the big pillar?" Kushina asked curiously.

"Hashirama Senju."

You even gave the First Generation a nickname?!

If this nickname gets around to the village... huh? Seems like there's no big problem.

Those who can't even beat fifty strings are not qualified to express their opinions, and those who can say a few words won't listen, while those who will listen are too casual in their attitude.

For example, the Whirlpool House.

She knew that Grandma Mito missed him, but if the First Hokage really came back, she would snap out of her daze after glancing at Tsunade, who was being slaughtered in the casino. She wanted to punch him.

"You ninjas have openly attacked nobles, breaking the rules. If you persist in this course of action, you will face a united attack from the major powers!"

This is no exaggeration.

The line between ninjas and nobles was clearly drawn from the beginning, and the argument that ninjas were tools was widely promoted.

If an ordinary ninja were to openly and honestly attack a noble, he would surely face the noble's ruthless retaliation.

however.

"Guess who would be most worried if I were no longer in Konoha?" Igogami asked the Grand Priest with a smile, posing a question that sent chills down the spines of both sides.

"Ahem! No matter what happens, Isogen-kun is an important comrade of Konoha, and Konoha will never abandon any comrade!"

He speaks very quickly, completing a sentence in almost two seconds.

Sasasa.

Hinata Mizuki bowed her head, her pen never ceasing.

Wherever Yu Ge is, that's where I'll be.

Little darling, don't add fuel to the fire.

First and foremost, it's definitely not Igarashi himself who's anxious. Secondly, if he really weren't in Konoha, given his exaggerated growth rate and extremely powerful techniques, these wouldn't be the key issues. The key issue is his personality, which makes him prone to overdoing things if he's not careful.

Why do people who are on good terms with Isogen receive better treatment in Konoha?

Why are funding applications for the orphanage managed by pharmacist Nono U never blocked?

That's an anchor point!

Sakumo Hatake was genuinely afraid that one morning he would open his eyes to find the newspaper headline reporting that he had destroyed some small country.

The High Priest also realized this, his face darkened, and he subconsciously forgot that this was a confrontation meeting, giving Hatake Sakumo a dissatisfied look.

Sakumo Hatake helplessly shrugged.

Who can blame them when Ivyon has a good relationship with the government and is also stubborn? If they aren't appeased, they'll cause an irreparable conflict, and all the reconstruction work after the Konoha War will be for nothing, and they'll even have to pay out of their own pockets.

The same principle applies to the current situation.

Is it worth Fifty Strings going to such lengths to deal with a mere Rose City lord who was temporarily brought in to take the blame?

The goal of the fifty strings has been clear from beginning to end.

It instilled fear in the nobles behind the scenes.

Otherwise, the Fifty Strings could have easily charged up and wiped everyone out in one fell swoop.

Such a powerful configuration would not be necessary for the city lord of Rose City alone.

Don't you care about the safety of the nobility?

If even this lineup can't hold back the fifty strings, then whether the already wavering nobles should fight amongst themselves or something else remains to be seen.

As for Isogen himself...

What is that?

What about Kakuzu?

Come here and let me taste the saltiness!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Chapter 111 is a handsome man

A dilemma.

The high priest, outwardly fierce but inwardly stern, declared: "The daimyo will not let you get away with this!"

"Then let him do it." Isogen didn't care at all, then his expression changed, revealing a Tom Cat-like smile.

"To be honest, I have a pretty good relationship with Daimyo."

Yes, it's really good.

You could say that the daimyo of the five great nations are pleasure-seeking, but you can't say they're bad.

Nobility is the only path to heaven; being a great lord brings much pleasure.

Having managed to break through the encirclement of a bunch of covetous brothers and sisters and suppress the rampant Japanese pirates within the country, the basic quality of the daimyo of the five great countries is basically guaranteed.

In recent years, Isogen has been wandering around the Land of Fire, occasionally beating up aristocratic piggy banks. He has certainly tarnished the image of the officials, but in a sense, he has also achieved a subconscious resonance with the daimyo.

From the moment they were born thousands of years ago, the nobility was destined to play a negative role.

It might be better at the beginning, but over time, once the subconscious kicks in, exploitation becomes instinctive and ingrained in our genes.

The daimyo and the nobles are in the same camp, but the daimyo also want to teach the nobles a lesson, yet few people actually do so.

At this critical juncture, the fifty-stringed instrument emerged.

One thing the nobles don't know is that many of the nobles that Wuzhixian has found in recent years were actually provided with intelligence services by the daimyo.

They were not stingy with the fifty strings, generously dividing them into two parts: the major string was two strings, and the minor string was eight.

As I said before, aside from the occasional loving punches, the treatment I received while following him was impeccable.

As for the daimyo, he is also of noble class, and he might have an attack of his illness in the future... He gestured with his index finger and thumb as if someone from a certain country had lost their composure.

Suddenly, Isugen's nerves stirred, and his invisible wind-sensing ability detected a powerful chakra signal source in the ruins.

The most eye-catching feature is the four chakra signal sources that are clearly one level lower.

Five Hearts, Bounty Hunter – Kakuzu.

Wu Zixian grinned.

Compared to the others present, he was more concerned about Kakuzu, because he was strong enough, which gave him the fertile ground to exert his will.

'We still need to adjust the angle; the chances of a fatal blow from this angle are too low.' Kakuzu, blending into the darkness, looked at Yuuka Igogen, who was in the center position, his eyes completely unmoved.

As an outstanding gold hunter, he would not back down because the enemy had Sakumo Hatake and that unknown powerful cannon.

Moreover, given the current state of the City Lord's Mansion as a ruin, if he were to capture the target, those nobles would definitely be willing to pay a high price. This could very well be the biggest payout of his bounty hunter career!