Naruto Reborn: The Rise of the Tsar

Chapter 141
At this moment, Fuchuan suddenly remembered the green face of the young man who inherited a trace of his bloodline power thousands of years ago.

Despite the long years apart, that mission has not faded in the blood of future generations.
The soft spot in Fuchuan's heart was touched.

I saw him slowly saying to Saran, "The Sandstorm clan has traveled thousands of miles to come to our aid. It seems inappropriate to turn them away."

"But..." Saran seemed to hesitate, but finally relaxed, "Since Fukawa has spoken, let's open a city gate for the Sunagakure ninja to enter and exit."

Is this young man Fuchuan the 'desert god of death' that gives Lian Ya and the others such headaches?

Liuli Dou couldn't help but turn his eyes to the young man aside again.

As far as he knew, this was one of the few strong men who grew up on the battlefield.

It's a pity that such a powerful person cannot be used by the Sandstorm clan, and there is even some hatred between the two.

But it's just a pity. After all, for Liuli Dou, who has been at the top of Sand Hidden Village for a long time, the opponent is just one person no matter how powerful he is.

During his long career as a ninja, Liuli Dou had seen too many talented ninjas and incredibly powerful blood successors, but they all disappeared one by one from the history of the Kingdom of Wind.

What surprised him was the other party's status in the Queen's mind.

The queen actually changed her attitude just because of the other person's words!

This meeting was extremely unusual, and from the beginning, Liuli Dou could sense the Queen's undisguised hostility.

Even though it was not the right time for him to lead his people to appear, the queen should not act like this.

Liuli Dou began to wonder if Renya or Shinichi had done something behind his back.

Putting aside the close relationship between the two clans, Loulan is the only producer of chakra metal in the Kingdom of Wind and even on this continent. It is imperative to eliminate the misunderstanding with Queen Loulan.

"It's best, I'll take my leave now." Liuli Dou knew that it would be useless to stay longer. After taking a deep look at the young man beside the Queen, he turned around and left in a stride.

"Mitsui found a lot of letters colluding with the Sandstorm clan from Shimokawa's residence."

"I think so." Fuchuan suddenly remembered the figure who wanted to destroy the Dragon Vein Formation at the risk of detonating himself, and sighed, "But now the domestic situation needs to be stabilized, and it is really not appropriate to break up with the Sandstorm Clan at this moment."

"But what if they don't give up and cause chaos during this period?"

"Let's do this." Fuchuan thought slowly, "You give me those letters, and I'll beat them for you."

It was already evening when Liuli Dou returned to the clan camp.

After he came out of the Queen's Palace, he easily got rid of the guards who were following him secretly, and wandered around the city for a long time before returning.

Almost all the secret sentries left by the Sandstorm clan in the city have been eradicated.

However, Liu Lidou still roughly pieced together the general changes of this incident.

The chief minister of Loulan, Shuangchuan, attempted to assassinate the queen and launched a coup, but failed and was killed.

Many of the Sandstorm Clan's overt and covert sentinels had been eliminated. Considering the Queen's attitude towards him during the day, Liuli Dou could guess with his toes that Lian Ya must have played some disgraceful role in this matter.

Ugh.
Liuli Dou sat slumped in the tent where he was resting. Looking at his withered palms, he couldn't help but sigh that he was really old and his control over the affairs of the clan was getting weaker and weaker.

Lian Ye didn't even discuss such a big matter as violating his ancestral precepts and secretly overthrowing the Loulan royal family.

Did I really choose the wrong person?
Suddenly, Liuli Dou's expression changed slightly, he waved his hands violently, and dozens of kunai were stabbed to the side.

I saw a figure slowly raising his hand, as if picking up fallen leaves and flowers, and picked up all the kunai. "Is this how the Sandstorm clan entertains guests?" Fukawa smiled and tossed the kunai to the ground.

Liuli Dou's face was gloomy. The other party was able to touch his tent without being discovered.

With this strength, Liuli Dou secretly clenched a black ball in his hand.

"Why did the 'Desert God of Death' come to me?" Liuli Dou asked in a deep voice, "It seems that you are on the way to perform a mission."

"I'm just leaving for a short while. It's okay. Besides..." Fuchuan looked relaxed. "I don't intend to let too many people know that I've been here."

"Put down your things first. I don't intend to cause a conflict."

Liuli Dou suddenly found that his hands seemed to be tightly restrained and unable to move.

After taking a closer look, he discovered that there was a thin stream of quicksand lingering around his wrist.

Is this the art of controlling sand?

But...but I couldn't find the other party's seal at all.

Is it possible to control sand without forming seals?
"Do you know why the Sandstorm Clan is called the Sandstorm Clan?" Liuli Dou looked at the other party and said slowly.

Not only did I know, I was there when the name was chosen.
"Oh? Why?"

"It is said that thousands of years ago, when the Kingdom of Wind was still desolate, a god came to the world and distributed the power of blood to the ancestors of the Sandstorm clan. Only then did our ancestors gain the power to control the sand."

"Since then, our Sandstorm clan has called ourselves the God's Clan, and with this power we have brought the entire Kingdom of Wind under our control."

"Do you believe this?" Fuchuan asked with a smile, slowly releasing the restraints on the other party's hands.

"Only in this way can we explain the source of this power." Liuli Dou felt a light touch in his hands, slowly raised his hands, and made a simple seal. The sand began to slowly gather, forming an axe. look.

"The 'Sand Control Technique' is different from any kind of blood inheritance limit. As long as one parent is from the Sandstorm Clan, the blood power of controlling sand will awaken in the offspring."

"But I am not from the Sandstorm clan."

"Hey" Liuli Dou shook his head and said, "The Sandstorm clan has been reproducing for thousands of years, and the people in the Kingdom of Wind more or less contain a trace of our clan's blood."

"In this case, why do you still restrict outsiders from learning the art of sand control?" Fuchuan asked doubtfully. It was because the other party misunderstood that he secretly learned the art of sand control that he and the Sandstorm Clan came to the opposite side. "Anyone who can learn it must have more or less the blood of the Sandstorm clan."

"Strictly speaking, it is true." Liuli Dou smiled bitterly, "In fact, our clan couldn't help but learn the art of sand control at the beginning. About 400 years ago, there were three families in the Kingdom of Wind. Have this power to control sand”

But now there is only one family left. Fuchuan frowned and vaguely guessed something.

"The three major families all claim to be the orthodox members of the 'Sandstorm Clan', and they are hostile to each other and would even go so far as to fight each other."

"In the end, after decades of bloody battles, our ancestors wiped out the other two tribes and then established the rule that outsiders are not allowed to learn the secret technique of sand control."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Hey," the old man said with a sly look on his face, "I understand that you are from a commoner background and don't have any family responsibilities. How about I introduce you to join our clan and open a separate branch?"

　Sorry, I'm feeling a bit unwell today, so the update is a little late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)