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

If the reason why Madara Uchiha had previously monitored and collected information about Ivymon was simply because he was interested in this young man.

Now, with the apparent ability to read memories, he has become a thorn in his side.

The plan to resurrect the mother must not go wrong.

Mother will definitely come back!

He needs to plan this carefully.

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The Fifty Strings, who had always maintained an imperceptible air, took in all the changes in Black Zetsu's expression.

'Haha, he's getting anxious, he's getting anxious.'

The scope of the investigation by the fifty strings is now completely sufficient to fulfill the saying, "What the eye can see is the truth."

This means that within the range of the wind, the fire of a fifty-string cannon could reach at any time.

From a strength standpoint, Hei Jue doesn't have much value to dominate, but his special identity and bloodline make him worth getting involved with.

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Not long after, in the capital of the Land of Fire.

The Xiongnu were either terrified, furious, or resentful.

The grandeur of the mansion is fully displayed in this luxurious residence located in the capital.

The atmosphere gradually grew silent as time passed.

No matter how much you try to avoid the problem, it will still come eventually.

"Tell me, what should we do next?"

This sentence is like a drop of hot oil, sizzling and cooking the thin slices of meat.

"Who would have thought he would use a cannon, and such a powerful one at that..."

They are in great pain.

Artillery, you know.

Their army also has this kind of equipment, and it is quite powerful, but it is too cumbersome for agile and powerful ninjas.

But the cannon that Wu Shixian brought out far exceeded their expectations, ruthlessly crushing their understanding.

I never knew cannons could be so powerful.

Unfortunately, this thing is on the other side.

"Hmph! I don't believe he dares to cause trouble in the capital!" a hot-tempered nobleman roared.

The others looked at each other with wry smiles.

Under normal circumstances, no one would dare to cause trouble in the capital, let alone target high-ranking nobles, especially not so many.

But that wasn't an ordinary person; that was a mentally ill person!

The most crucial point is that the person was not a ninja.

If you're not even a ninja, how can you talk about following ninja rules?

The most important and crucial point.

Based on Isogen's past behavior, his think tank, after serious analysis, unanimously concluded that if Isogen encountered something unpleasant in Konoha, he would most likely leave Konoha directly!

Even if a young, powerful ninja leaves a ninja village, and has a history of targeting nobles, the major ninja villages will not take military action and will act according to the daimyo's wishes.

Ultimately, the national political system and the ninja village are two separate systems: politics and military. The former can influence the latter, and the latter can also influence the former.

Faced with a young man with extraordinary talent who is only occasionally rebellious, the major ninja villages would go insane and act according to the nobles' wishes.

The conventional rules, established over a long period of time, thus lost their effect on the fifty strings.

"Don't panic, we haven't lost yet!"

The oldest and most prestigious nobleman present spoke up to appease him.

"This is the capital. No matter how arrogant those lowly commoners are, they can't cause trouble here! The daimyo will not allow it."

Upon hearing this, Xingmo Nan gradually regained her senses, as if she had taken a reassuring pill.

Yes, this is no ordinary place, it's the capital!

"Furthermore, in addition to our planned backup plan, we have also contacted the ninjas of Kumogakure. As a powerful ninja village under Konoha, those people won't be able to be arrogant for long!"

Thinking that this was the capital city, and considering the many contingency plans they had prepared, Xing Tu gradually felt at ease.

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"Ha, fool." Fujiwara Osamu opened his folding fan, listened to his subordinate's report, and sneered, his tone mocking.

"Does he think he won't dare to make a move just because this is the capital?"

If it were someone else, like the Third Hokage, he would believe it.

The Third Hokage is the most respectful Hokage to any nobleman to date!

And fifty strings.

Strictly speaking, he was a commoner; secondly, he was a strongman; and thirdly... he saw the shadow of Madara Uchiha in Igarashi.

Although not of Uchiha bloodline.

However, while powerful, they showed no mercy to the nobility.

Those people are in a very awkward position now.

I am not a ninja, so you can't approach it from a ninja's perspective.

The people following Isogen all have incredibly powerful backgrounds, and now they're all connected.

In this situation, the omen of death is shining!

Therefore, as a member of the nobility and a resident of the capital, his choice perfectly respected his noble status.

"Has the letter I asked you to deliver to Igogami been delivered?"

"Rest assured, sir, we are using a secret channel; no one knows about it."

Fujiwara Osamu nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, go down and collect your reward."

Grandpa's not playing with you guys anymore, I'm going to walk the right path!

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Snapped.

Gently patting the letter with the back of his hand, Igarashi held it in his hand and smiled as he pinched the soft cheek of Hyuga Mizuki beside him.

"There are truly countless heroes in this world."

Sakumo Hatake remained vigilant, his excellent eyesight allowing him to clearly see what was written on the undisguised letter.

It feels a bit strange.

From a ninja's perspective, the aristocracy's concessions and frankness are a testament to their power and integrity.

From the perspective of an elder, he was quite worried about the thoughts of the young people who were following Wu Shixian on this journey.

He could see that after this trip, their perception and impression of the aristocracy were becoming increasingly weak.

Most of them are second-generation members of a certain ninja clan, and as long as they don't die young, they will definitely become members of the Konoha leadership in the future.

When they spread this idea, in twenty or thirty years, the number of young people in Konoha who care about the nobility will probably decrease sharply.

In some ways, it's a good thing.

But this will further exacerbate the conflict between ninjas and nobles.

However, he didn't know how to stop it from happening.

After all, he is already a father.

From his father's perspective, he naturally did not want his child to serve a pot-bellied nobleman who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, and who abused commoners.

Another thing is, it's really fun to do it with Gyūgen.

He's not just old; his experience is equally impressive.

He knew the ugly face of the aristocracy better than most people.

"Sigh, whatever, things will be settled eventually." He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, as long as the fifty strings continue to grow at the current rate, the real concern will always be the aristocracy.

"Money! Those guys must be hiding a lot of money!" Kakuzu, who was driving, had a greedy look in his eyes.

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Chapter 116 Daimyo's Faith

Under the influence of an impending storm, the capital of the Land of Fire...

Arrived.

People in the group occasionally gasped in surprise.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the most prosperous country.

I had little interest in playing the 50-string instrument.

No matter how luxurious it is, it's still just a city set in an ancient era, with only the addition of things like utility poles due to the advanced technology of the ninja world.

"They didn't stop us, actually." Minato Namikaze exclaimed.

next second.

"You are all ninjas from Konoha, right? My master invites you."

A group of warriors rushed out, and the leader laughed at them.

Uchiha Aoyama's expression turned cold: "Hidden and secretive, first reveal the people behind you, or my blade will show no mercy!"

Inuzuka Satoru bared his teeth in unison with Mamaru: "Why are you wasting your breath talking to them? These guys are definitely not good people, just take them down!"

"Hmph, you brute." Sarutobi Shikato snorted coldly, then said, "Let Yamanaka or Uchiha interrogate him and they'll know everything."

The warriors remained vigilant.

The hand reflexively gripped the knife handle.

Sakumo Hatake looked helplessly at these brutes and took the initiative to step forward.

"I wonder what His Majesty's plans are?"

This samurai team consists of Chunin-level fighters, which may not seem strong, but this is in comparison. In reality, such a lineup is sufficient to handle most situations in the ninja world.

Samurai have simply faded from the historical stage; that doesn't mean they were no longer strong.

The samurai leading the group felt the pressure coming at him, steadied himself, and said, "The daimyo wishes to invite Lord Isogen and Mr. Hakuga to speak."

His attitude toward the fifty strings was almost respectful.

The samurai who belonged to the daimyo addressed Igogen as "sir," which sounds a bit upside down, but is actually quite expected.

The samurai leader could understand.

After all, Isogen is not a ninja, so the ninja tool theory is useless. Secondly, although he is a commoner, if he is willing to accept the noble title of the Land of Fire, the daimyo will be overjoyed and crown him with gongs and drums.

Furthermore, this person is truly infamous.

He would never forget that day. It was an ordinary, sunny day. He was leading his team to escort the princess out for a spring outing. When they reached a famous mountain and were about to rest,

With a deafening roar, the earth churned, cracked open, and collapsed mountains, drastically changing everything before our eyes. In its place stood a deep, enormous sinkhole, proving that a mountain peak had once stood here.

You look somewhat familiar.

A casual remark nearly broke his heart.