SEC Chapter 280 The Skill of Konoha Seniors
Chapter 280 The Skill of Konoha Seniors
Before you know it, dusk has fallen.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the Hokage's office in a warm orange-red hue, and also gave the mountain of scrolls on the desk a golden edge, making them look less repulsive.
Nara Shika's hands hung limply at his sides, as the chopsticks, stained with sauce, fell to the floor with a "clatter" and a crisp sound.
He no longer felt hungry.
I don't feel tired anymore.
He felt nothing at the moment; his mind was blank, and his soul seemed to have left his body, floating on the ceiling, coldly looking down at his body, which had been completely hollowed out by work.
That man named Shimura Danzo, he is not human.
No, he's not even a thing.
The final planning proposal for the New Home Community? This thing is called a planning proposal? It's clearly an encyclopedia! From the foundation depth and steel reinforcement type of each building, to the quarterly maintenance manual for the gateball court grass in the community activity center, even the location of the public toilets comes with three alternative plans based on feng shui and traffic flow!
Shikata strongly suspects that if it weren't for the limitations of the material, Danzo would have even wanted to inscribe Konoha's development plan for the next hundred years on this scroll.
And the Akimichi clan... are you devils?
Just when Nara Shikano thought his life was coming to an end and was about to collapse in his chair until Hiruzen Sarutobi came back and carried him away.
A dark figure appeared silently in the shadows of the office.
"..."
The antlers were too weak to even move.
It's the secret service again.
What kind of nonsense is this now?
Is it a report from the Inuzuka clan requesting extra food for their ninja dogs? Or is it the Aburame clan deciding to give all the parasites in the village a day off to celebrate their victory?
Whatever, it doesn't matter.
The officer in the shadows knelt on one knee and presented a scroll with both hands.
Unlike the previous thick or cumbersome official documents, this scroll was very thin, and the seal on the scroll was made of the highest grade sealing wax.
Deer Antlers' heart sank suddenly.
An ominous premonition instantly gripped him.
He struggled to sit up and took the reel.
The moment my fingertips touched the sealing wax, a cool sensation spread through my skin.
He unrolled the scroll and slowly unfolded it.
"Strange activity has been reported in Kirigakure."
The first seven words made Nara Kanojo's blood freeze instantly.
Just moments ago, my brain was drowsy and almost asleep, but now it was struck by an invisible current, instantly making me more awake than ever before.
Hidden Mist Village!
Almost instinctively, he connected this intelligence with the encrypted scroll he had received that day from Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Madara Uchiha.
That legendary name, that ghost who should have been buried in the Valley of the End along with the First Hokage, that existence whose very name was enough to make the entire ninja world tremble.
coincidence?
I'd rather believe Akimichi Torifu announced he was going on a diet for health reasons than believe it was a coincidence!
He forced himself to calm down, and his usually proud brain began to work at breakneck speed under extreme pressure.
The intelligence was vague and unclear.
The term "abnormal movement" is too broad. However, the following sentences reveal crucial information.
Dramatic changes have occurred at the top levels of the Fog Shadow Sect.
Subsequently, the entire Hidden Mist Village adopted an attitude of extreme subservience towards Konoha.
humble?
Not hatred, not vigilance, but subservience?
Would a village that had just been annihilated by the Konoha fleet on the battlefield, with even its Kage being taken away, suddenly become submissive?
unless……
Unless something happened that instilled fear in them to the core.
An absolute fear that far surpassed the effects of defeat, a fear capable of crushing all their dignity and hatred.
Nara Deer Antlers' breathing became somewhat rapid.
He was almost certain that this was the work of that person.
Having figured this out, Deer Antlers let out a long breath, feeling his tense back relax a little.
At least, things are developing in a direction that is favorable to Konoha.
However, before he could exhale completely, another, even heavier pressure weighed on his heart.
That's Madara Uchiha!
A monster who, single-handedly, could make a hidden village submit to him.
And this monster is about to... return to Konoha.
He returned to the village he had built with his own hands, and then betrayed with his own.
Countless questions swirled in Deer Antlers' mind, causing his nerves, which had just relaxed, to tighten again, even more than before.
He stood up and walked unsteadily to the window.
Outside the window, night had fallen.
The entire leaf-covered area was brightly lit, as bright as day.
The streets were bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder.
Children, holding small windmills and homemade welcome flags, flitted and played among the crowd.
The members of the Uchiha Police Force stood on the street corner, maintaining order. Their faces no longer held their usual aloofness, but instead showed a gentleness that blended into the group.
In the distance, the sign of Akimichi BBQ restaurant stood out, with a half-price promotional flag fluttering in the wind. The restaurant was packed with people, and the sounds of laughter and chatter seemed to be heard even from a distance.
The Nara deer antlers slowly, slowly straightened their spines.
do not care.
Thinking about it more won't help.
Since Hiruzen did it, he must have had his own reasons for being confident.
"This is so troublesome..."
He muttered something under his breath, but this time, there was no more complaint in those two words.
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Meanwhile, on their way back to Konoha.
A strange yet harmonious sense of division permeated the entire group.
"call--"
Just then, a leaf fell without warning from the woods beside the road.
It spun and fluttered, finally landing lightly in front of Hiruzen Sarutobi.
The commotion at the front of the procession instantly ceased.
An undercover agent wearing a pure white mask knelt on one knee and silently appeared where the fallen leaves were, holding a scroll high in both hands.
"Lord Hokage."
The officer uttered three words and said nothing more.
The air around them seemed to freeze. Everyone felt the heavy weight that the scroll represented, so incongruous with the atmosphere of this journey home.
Hiruzen Sarutobi reached out and took the scroll, lightly touching it with his fingertips to release the sealing technique.
He unrolled the scroll and began to read calmly.
He read very quickly, finishing the entire content in just a few breaths.
A dramatic change occurred at the top of the Hidden Mist Village.
Subsequently, the entire Hidden Mist Village adopted an attitude of extreme subservience towards Konoha.
It became.
Hiruzen Sarutobi remained completely unmoved; he even felt a slight urge to laugh.
Madara Uchiha, the legendary Asura, one of the pinnacles of the ninja world, was indeed top-notch in his efficiency in handling external issues.
The gift arrived even faster than I had expected.
Now, there will be no more wars in the eastern seas of the ninja world, and Konoha can devote a lot of energy to its internal development.
This feels really good.
A surge of chakra.
The flames lightly licked the scroll, which contained information that could keep any village's high-ranking officials up all night, and quickly turned into a handful of black ash, which drifted away in the wind.
Hiruzen Sarutobi patted nonexistent dust off his hands and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if discussing the weather:
"It seems that one of our senior colleagues has already helped us solve a problem."
When Uchiha Kagami heard the words "senior," his body trembled almost imperceptibly.
"Tsunade-neechan,"
A soft, sweet voice came from the side. Kushina Uzumaki had somehow come closer, tilting her head up and curiously tugging at Tsunade's sleeve. "Who is this senior?"
Beside her, Nagato also peeked out halfway, quietly watching this side, her dark eyes filled with pure curiosity.
This question instantly dispelled the eerie atmosphere.
Hiruzen Sarutobi smiled, bent down, and reached out to ruffle Kushina's fiery red hair.
"Hmm, senior colleague..."
He drew out the words, then spoke in a gentle and pleasant voice.
"They are kind people who let us go home for dinner earlier."
The team resumed its advance, moving much faster than before.
Hiruzen Sarutobi walked at the front, sensing the various emotions emanating from behind him. A faint sense of comfort welled up from the depths of his weary heart.