The world of Naruto in Sharingan Eyes

Chapter 234: Death of the Daimyo, Gyopokuto
The wind and rain are almost stopping, the cumulus clouds are dispersing, the sun is setting and the stars and moon are rising.

A little bit of rain could not affect the hustle and bustle of the Fire City at all. With the lights just coming on, the Fire City seemed even more prosperous, with lights all over the streets, dazzling fireflies, and swaying fire trees.

In the middle of the Fire City, there is a dangerous building standing tall into the sky, filled with auspicious smoke and haze, and dotted with fluorescent lights.

This building is called "Picking the Stars" and was designed and built by the famous civil engineering master Kakashi Hatake. It is 24 stories high and has magnificent buildings, pavilions and towers, which are extremely luxurious and are used for the enjoyment of the daimyo of the Fire Country.

In the nearly ten years since this building was built, the Fire Nation Daimyo has been obsessed with it, indulging in wine and women and enjoying himself to the fullest, neglecting court meetings, and even saying absurd things like "I'm having so much fun here that I won't go downstairs".

Standing on this spectacular castle tower, overlooking the lights of thousands of homes, the bearded Asuma Sarutobi exhaled a puff of smoke, flicked the ashes on the railing, and stared in the direction of Konoha in a daze.

After Uchiha Gen came to power, he did not wipe out the Sarutobi clan, but he did marginalize them imperceptibly.

He was young and ignorant, and came here to serve as the guardian of the Twelve Ninja. If Sarutobi Hiruzen was still the Hokage, he could easily resign from this responsibility, but now he couldn't even return to Konoha.

"Oh, I don't know what happened to Hong!"

Asma thought of the person he admired when he was young, and he exhaled a long puff of smoke. His face wrinkled, and he looked a bit old even though he was less than thirty years old.

Tick, tick!
puff!
Asuma suddenly lowered his head, spit out the cigarette in his mouth, took out his brass knives "Flying Swallow", and pricked up his ears to be alert.

The half-burned cigarette butt drew a parabola in the air and landed in the courtyard below the Zhaixing Tower, making a slight sound that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

The lights in the distance were still bright, and the bottom of the Star-Picking Tower was also quiet.

Asuma's face turned grim.

The sound of his smoke exhaling was difficult for ordinary people to detect, but the twelve guards guarding the bottom of the building should at least give him some feedback.

No response means that something might have happened to them!

Clang!
Feiyan flew over the railing on the windowsill, and three meter-long iron pipes flew towards the direction where the three guardian ninjas were hiding at the bottom of the building with a whistling sound.

After three quick and muffled noises, three more bodies with iron pipes stuck in them appeared at the bottom of the building. However, they had already died before Asma threw out the iron pipes.

With the help of the bright moonlight and the hundreds of bright lights hanging in the Star-Picking Tower, Asma saw it clearly.
The three guardian ninjas were clean, their robes were neat, their eyes were closed, and they looked extremely peaceful.

Like just falling asleep.

But their faces were all black and blue, and there was a thin needle piercing their foreheads, leaving a small hole and a pool of blood.

They were all infected with the toxins that affected their bodies silently, and then their lives were taken away by the flying needles, so they couldn't even raise their voices to warn others.

The three men died in the same way, which means there should be only one person who did it.

"Asuma, what's wrong?"

"This"

"Amitabha!"

Asuma's actions naturally attracted the attention of other guardian ninjas. In a moment, several guardian ninjas responded to each other, but the result made Asuma even more shocked.

Of the twelve guardian ninjas, only Chilu and the four men named Raimun, who were in charge of guarding the highest level where the daimyo was, spoke.

The twelve guardian ninjas were masters of the ninja world carefully selected and recruited by the daimyo. Each of them was at the level of the top five village ninjas, but now six of them are gone without any trace of the enemy.

"You've been discovered, Scorpion!"

A young man's arrogant voice came from under Asuma's feet.

"Then let's solve it quickly, Red Secret Technique: Hundred Machines Maneuver!"

Scorpion's voice was hoarse, like the god of death coming from the underworld.

Bang!
The delicate wooden planks beneath his feet exploded, and countless puppets in dark red robes flew out and scattered, attacking the guardian ninjas.

"Is it from Akatsuki?"

Asuma's face showed a look of horror for a moment.

A person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. As the largest terrorist organization in the ninja world, Akatsuki is naturally very intimidating, but haven't they been crippled by the coalition forces?

And if Akatsuki wanted revenge, it should have been on the five major villages. Why did they attack the daimyo?

Although Asuma was full of questions in his mind, his face changed drastically and he had no time to ask them because nearly ten puppets had already attacked him.

"Shinichimonji!"

Asuma silently chanted in his mind and wielded the chakra swords in both hands, flashing among the numerous puppets like a violent gust of wind.

The chakra knife, which was worth nearly two "Ma", was truly extraordinary. Two beautiful blade lights swept through the air, leaving several cuts, and the sharp blue edge cut off all the chakra lines that controlled the puppet.

Several puppets fell to the ground with a thud and stopped moving.

Asma tightly grasped the Feiyan in his hand, taking a defensive counterattack posture, and looked around cautiously. A sharp green light was faintly wandering and extending on the tip of the knife.

"Aha!"

A huge flat-eyed flounder flew through the air,

Gui Deng Man Yue jumped high into the air, holding a flounder in both hands and smashed it down from the sky.

The blade wrapped in the howling wind collided with the flounder, and dazzling flames bloomed with the friction of the blade.

boom!
Strong winds blew in all directions, destroying many delicate objects in the pavilion.

Asuma took seven steps back, groaned, and steadied himself.

Man Yue turned over in the air and landed steadily. He swung the flounder and grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and said with a smile:
"Yes, you are the strongest one among this group!"

Asuma lay sideways, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was solemn, his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth.

He had lost his father, his brother and his clan were in decline. Compared to the second prince Sarutobi in the original time and space, he was naturally much more diligent in his practice and his strength was also stronger. However, he was still limited by his talent and was still some distance away from being a truly top-level powerhouse.

Facing the Ghost Lantern Full Moon, he has little chance of winning.

but,

"I will never let you destroy the Fire Nation's Jade!"

Asuma Sarutobi roared, and his two swords were like a wind tornado, dragging long green light, and killed towards Mangetsu Kizuna.

Wow.
The white paper pieces, like nimble butterflies flying among the flowers, passed over Asuma and the full moon, floated over the battle between Dilu and the four people of Lei Meng who joined forces to resist the scorpion.
He fell into the daimyo's residence on the top floor of the Zhaixing Tower.

The outer hall is magnificent and majestic, while the inner hall is entirely carved from white jade, decorated with colorful silk lamps, inlaid with gold and jade, and covered with layers of deerskin carpets.

In the middle was a huge bed with gold and jade belts and brocade curtains, which looked gorgeous and noble.

The 40-year-old daimyo hid himself among the white jade pieces, buried his head in the whiteness, his eyes were blurred, his eye sockets were sunken, his face was pale, and he looked like he was about to die. Despite the commotion outside, the daimyo was not panicked at all, and he was still thinking about playing with the pearls and jade.

Seeing someone coming in, the daimyo pushed away the delicate bodies hanging on his side, took out a dagger, and stabbed all the concubines on the bed to death without hesitation.

Xiaonan watched all this quietly.

Although the daimyo seemed to have refined his chakra, his strength was only at the cannon fodder level. He would be doomed to die if she got close to him.

"Akatsuki? What did Uchiha Gen use to bribe you? I can give you more!"

A gleam of light flashed in the turbid eyes of the Fire Nation Daimyo.

This famous person is not as absurd and confused as the rumors say. Xiaonan shook his head silently, raised his hand and said, "You can't afford it."

"I have lived in this Star-Picking Tower for ten years! I haven't issued an order to the outside of Fire City for ten years, ten years!"

boom!
Daimyo swept his hands and threw several valuable incense burners and glass cups to the ground. He said madly: "He still won't let me go. He won't let me go! I know. But what can I do? What should I do?"

Although Uchiha Gen's intentions were not known to everyone, they could be hidden from smart people.

But no matter how smart you are, it is useless. Fists are power. Uchiha Gen has a fist that can subvert the ninja world, so he has the power to reset the order of the ninja world, just like the first Hokage who once divided the village and the country into one system.

As a powerful being, Daimyo saw through this, but he had no way to resist, so he could only live a life of drunkenness and debauchery, wishing to live each day happily.

After venting his anger, the Fire Country Daimyo sat up straight and said haggardly:
"A daimyo should die in a daimyo's way! Please allow me to bathe, change clothes, put on my hat and burn incense. Anyway, he sent you here, and I can't escape death anyway, at least let me die."

Wow!
Explosive tags were affixed to the daimyo's body, covering his naked body.

"Is that so? This is really disgraceful!"

boom!
A blindingly bright firelight lit up, drowning out the daimyo's final whisper.

Thick smoke billowed and spread, scattering the daimyo's flesh and ashes outside the Zhaixing Tower, and was blown by the wind to every corner of the Fire City and the Fire Kingdom.

The daimyo, the so-called noble descendants of Amaterasu, are just ordinary people, and seem to be less noble than bloodline families like the Hyuga and Uchiha!
With the paper wings spread out, Xiaonan, floating in the air, looked at the billowing smoke dissipating in the wind, and seemed to understand what Uchiha Gen said about the 'wind of the new era'.

"Daimyo!!!"

A wailing sound resounded through the sky. Asuma, covered in blood, was frightened and panicked, and was caught in a dilemma by Kizuna Mangetsu.

In a flash, the two missed each other.

Mangetsu stopped and put the flounder back on his back.

Asma continued to run forward a few steps, stumbled into the wall, and then fell to the ground with a thud. The blood from his body soon stained a large area.

Blood flowers blossomed from his body and spread across the ground, like a beautiful painting of red plum blossoms.

Asuma's gradually dilating pupils reflected a thick blood-red color, which filled his entire world.

In the last second of his life, his eyelids drooped and he whispered softly:
"red"

"red!"

A hand carelessly patted Xi Ri Hong's shoulder, startling Xi Ri Hong so much that her body trembled.

"It's Hongdou, you're here too?"

Yuhi Kurenai turned around, shook her hair, and got together with Mitarashi Anko. The two sisters became good friends and chatted in secret with each other.

They were currently in a square beside the Nanhe River. Other ninjas also came to the square one after another, chatting in groups of three or four.

While listening to Hongdou's review of the newly opened meatball shop in the village, Yuhi Kurenai secretly observed the many ninjas who came and soon discovered something suspicious.

"It seems that those who came this time are all the village's special jonin and outstanding chuunin, and there are basically no people over the age of 30."

Yuhi Kurenai leaned over to Anko's ear and whispered, "Could it be that the village is selecting a group of new jonin?"

Her beautiful red eyes lit up, and a look of eagerness appeared on her face.

Konoha's overall strength has grown rapidly over the years, and the number of ninjas at all levels has reached new highs every year, but the growth of Jonin, as a quasi-high-level official, has always been controlled.

According to Yuhi Kurenai's strength, she would have reached the standard of a jonin in terms of merit and strength ten or twenty years ago, but now she is still stuck at the position of special jonin because of the policy of 'selecting the best from the best'.

"Will not!"

Mitarashi Anko shook her head, a hint of darkness flashed in her eyes, denying Hong's guess: "If they wanted to pick a jonin, they wouldn't let me come!"

She is Orochimaru's disciple, which means her background is incorrect, especially since jonin is her pinnacle, and it is impossible for her to be promoted to jonin.

"Not necessarily. Everyone has seen how you've performed over the years, Hongdou." Xihihong hurriedly comforted Hongdou.

At this time, surrounded by 20 or 30 Uchiha ninjas,
Uchiha Gen came to the central podium of the square.

"Lord Hokage!"

Sincere shouts came one after another, continuously, and some little fans even blushed from shouting.

Over the years, Uchiha Gen's reputation among the lower-level Konoha has been growing. Coupled with his handsome face, he has already far surpassed the monkey-like third generation at his peak.

"Good! Good!"

Uchiha Gen waved in all directions and gave a speech about how building a harmonious Konoha is everyone's responsibility. After winning rounds of applause, he started talking about today's business.

From the water tank that Shisui was holding, Uchiha Gen pulled out a 30-centimeter-long "short sword", held it high, and showed it to the hundreds of ninjas below.

"What a beautiful knife!"

Xiurihong couldn't help but admire it.

The sword in Uchiha Gen's hand sparkled like a ruby ​​under the sunlight. There were countless exquisite scale-like patterns on the translucent blade. The back of the blade and the handle had distinct blade bones running through the blade. The blade bones were naturally formed and it was simply a perfect work of art.

Moreover, this knife gave Xihi Hong a strange "sense of fluctuation", as if it had life.

Uchiha Gen held the knife and swung it casually, and several burning fireballs shot up into the sky.

Afterwards, he showed everyone the snow-white "Ice Blade", the red-yellow "Melting Blade", and the "Transparent Blade" which was invisible and could make the holder invisible.
More than ten kinds of colorful bloodline jutsu swords were displayed one by one. Even the dullest person could realize the mystery, let alone these sharp ninjas.

They looked at Uchiha Gen excitedly, their eyes filled with anticipation and enthusiasm.

"Yes, these swords, as you can see, can grant the wielder the power of bloodline escape techniques!"

Uchiha Gen raised his hand to suppress the cheers and exclamations of the ninjas, and chuckled:

"These Fish Soul Swords are yours from today on!"

(End of this chapter)