Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 121 What are you afraid of?

In the land of rain, at the top of the highest tower.

Yilong stood outside the door, watching the figure approaching from afar, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Looks like you were waiting for me?" Yun Chuan walked over, not at all bothered by his scrutiny, and asked with a smile.

"Yes." Yoshitaka stepped aside to make way for Yun Chuan and opened the door, saying in a deep voice, "Lord Musashi has been waiting for a long time."

After saying that, he paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "If possible, I hope you can show some leniency..."

"Don't say such childish things." Before Yoshitaka could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a voice filled with laughter, "A swordsman's duel is not only about determining who is superior, but also about deciding life and death."

Yun Chuan walked through the door without turning back. Yi Long, who was slightly looking up, could only see his back and could not see whether his smile was sarcastic or gentle.

Click.

As the gate behind him slowly closed, the noisy sounds of wind and rain were shut out.

"It's such a quiet and peaceful place. Even if there's a fight going on outside, you won't be disturbed here."

Yun Chuan surveyed the room's layout, then turned to look at the old man sitting there, and said with an ambiguous tone, "Lord Musashi has quite the refined taste."

In the center of the living room, there was a long, crimson table with a six-piece tea set on it, and boiling water was being boiled in the stove.

There was no decadent music or extravagant lifestyle; all that remained was an old man calmly brewing tea, and a serene and tranquil atmosphere that was clearly visible to the naked eye.

Yun Chuan walked slowly to the long table, casually sat down on the futon, and sat down in front of the old man at the long table.

In a spacious Japanese-style tea room, fragrant tea is slowly brewed over a fireplace.

It's clear that Musashi is quite accomplished in the art of tea.

It is not advisable to drink tea on an empty stomach, as tea can chill the spleen and stomach when it enters the lungs and internal organs. Therefore, a few crispy rice crackers are always grilled on one side of the teapot over the stove.

Furthermore, cold tea is forbidden, so the tea leaves are freshly brewed, and the only aroma that fills the room is the calming fragrance of tea.

gurgling~

Musashi flicked his sleeve with one hand and raised the teapot high with the other. The tea water flowed down from the height into the teacup, the tea tips swirling and spreading out.

"Noyama, oh, I should call you 'Tsukimi-sato' now."

He lowered his head slightly as he poured tea, and asked without looking up, "As far as I know, your relationship with your father isn't actually that close, at least not worth your revenge."

"So, I don't understand. You're handsome, from a wealthy family, with a bright future and unlimited potential. Why do you want to associate with those vagrants?"

"Or is it that you, as a former nobleman's son, genuinely feel indignant on their behalf?"

At this point, Musashi seemed amused by his own words, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"The Land of Rain is like an iron house, without windows and extremely difficult to break down. The people inside are fast asleep, seemingly about to suffocate, but they die in their dreams, without having to face the fear of death."

Musashi shifted his gaze from the teapot, looked up at Yun Chuan in front of him, and said calmly, "And now, you've shouted loudly, waking up several people."

"But this unfortunate minority is utterly powerless to change the current situation; they can only endure the feeling of helplessness and suffering. And you think you're so kind?"

Yun Chuan watched as the tea poured out of the teapot, slid down the cup, and swirled upwards.

The aroma of tea overflowed from the swirling vortex, rising and spreading between the two, and permeating the vermilion wooden pillars overhead.

"From beginning to end, I have never claimed to be righteous or kind. You should understand the principle of survival of the fittest."

Yun Chuan looked up through the dim tea steam and smiled at the old man sitting in the shadows of the wall, saying, "Which great power in the ninja world didn't rise to power through war and reform?"

"You don't understand. His Highness the Daimyo isn't having an easy time either." Musashi, head bowed, narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "The affairs of a nation are never that simple. It's definitely not something we samurai and ninjas can handle..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Chuan shook his head and interrupted him calmly, saying, "The Rain Kingdom has been weak for a long time and has reached a point where it is beyond repair. Anyone can see that."

"Those nobles and relatives, corrupt officials, cling to old ways, and engage in empty boasting. The people live in abject poverty, ignorant and foolish. A great nation is so cowardly."

"A daimyo? A nobleman? What's the point of keeping such daimyo and nobles around?"

Upon hearing these outrageous words, Musashi's brow twitched involuntarily.

He was aware of Yun Chuan's feud with the pro-peace faction; it was a real blood feud resulting in the murder of his entire family.

Therefore, if it's for revenge, doing anything outrageous is within his expectations.

However, he did not expect that the other party's wolfish ambitions had reached such an extreme level, completely exceeding Hanzo's ambition to seize the leadership of Amegakure, and that they actually wanted to drag the daimyo and nobles down from above.

"You, you are far too hot-tempered."

Musashi was momentarily speechless, shaking his head and saying in a complicated tone, "I originally intended to hand over the position of Amegakure leader to you, but if you truly intend to threaten the safety of the Daimyo, then I absolutely cannot..."

"In my life, I have climbed to the pinnacle of swordsmanship, a height where I can see everyone clearly. In these decades, countless karmic obstacles and stepping stones have been slashed down beneath my feet."

Musashi's eyes, no longer clouded, were now filled with sharp intent as he stared at Yun Chuan: "You're only a teenager, you haven't experienced enough, yet you think you can flatten this hill of mine?"

"If you're not spirited, are you even a young man?" Yun Chuan chuckled, looking at the old man sitting in the shadows against the wall. "On the contrary, what are you afraid of?"

afraid?

Musashi paused in his tea-pouring, then slightly raised his eyelids to look at Yun Chuan in the dim light, his tone tinged with doubt: "What am I afraid of?"

"You're afraid, afraid of our youth, afraid of the arrival of a new era."

Yun Chuan smiled, his eyes lowered, and said, "You're afraid that young people will realize the power they possess, start to make noise, stop being respectful, barge into the royal palace, and take your place. You're afraid that you'll be knocked under the table by young people, turning the beliefs that have supported you for so many years into a joke."

"You are fearful, timid, and desperately trying to prove that your era has not passed, wanting to compete with the new era in passion, but the hand that holds the knife is already old and frail, and you have even lost your faith."

"Just like those pitiful prostitutes whose beauty has faded, hoping to use heavy makeup to cover up their frivolous and dissolute ugliness and wipe away the wrinkles that are gradually deepening at the corners of their eyes."

When Yun Chuan compared him to a prostitute, Musashi's face darkened again, and he gripped the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

The smell of gunpowder in the air suddenly intensified, and even the water in the teacup tensed up like a mirror, waiting for the ripples to shatter the shimmering light.

At this moment, the true intentions of the old man and the boy were finally revealed.

I overslept today, there will be two more chapters later, so it might be a little late.

(End of this chapter)