The strongest Takikage

Chapter 207 Liuli's Funeral

After hearing the news of Liuli's death, the shadows in various villages breathed a sigh of relief.

Another ninja legend passed away. He was sad on the surface, but he was so happy inside that he almost didn't celebrate with the village.

Finally, the old guy was killed, and while secretly thinking about it, they also sent envoys to Longyin Village to show respect and investigate information by the way.

Early in the morning, the sky was still gray with light rain, and Jiaodu's mental state had not been very good.

Because of the earth's resentment, he actually doesn't need to sleep, but some things always make people very sad.

An Anbu appeared, dressed in black, with a white flower pinned to his chest, which was standard for funerals.

"Master Takikage." After Anbu handed a set of clothes to Kakutsu, he left.

"Takikage, Master"

Kakudu is in a complicated mood. When Liuli was still there, everyone would call them the first and second generations, but now it's easier, and they can be called Takikage-sama directly.

He put on his clothes neatly, and stood in front of the mirror. The suit was cut very well, and it was made by the ninja with the best tailoring skills in the Baidi clan, and he rushed to make it overnight.

On top of the black clothes, he put on the god robe with the second generation of Takikage stitched on it, and put on the Takikage bamboo hat, only then did Kakuzu nod his head in satisfaction.

This was the first time he paid attention to his own attire. Ninja never cared about attire, but today was different, it was the funeral of his most respected elder brother.

There are probably no one who is the same age as me.

The inexplicable sadness stopped when Hanzo knocked on the door of Kakutsu's house.

Hanzo has become a lot more reticent. He is now the guardian of Takikage. After the death of the teacher who single-handedly overwhelmed the entire ninja world, the burden on him has also increased.

On the main street of Longyin Village, pedestrians dressed in black, holding white flowers in their hands, walked slowly in the direction of the funeral.

The rain in the sky has no intention of stopping.

Some people are holding black umbrellas, while others let the raindrops fall on their faces.

Not long after, Kakuzu and Hanzo walked to the funeral scene together. At this time, many people had already arrived, and it was so dark that they were earlier than them.

The two stood beside the mourning pillar with uneasy hearts, watching the crowd in front of them, waiting for the funeral to start.

Seeing Yang Dou and Luan Po appearing in the crowd, Hanzang said hello, then stopped talking and just stood there quietly.

Tsunade was much more honest, but after seeing Kakutsu and Hanzo, he still ran away from Luo Sheng and stood quietly behind them.

All the merchants in the village were closed today by coincidence. Even though it was just one person's funeral, they wanted to attend from the bottom of their hearts even if they were losing money.

Workers, farmers, blacksmiths.
No matter what occupation it is, as long as it is a villager in Longyin Village, they put down everything they have in their hands and rush to the funeral. The old man with handicapped legs and feet, even with the support of his children and grandchildren, also came here.

People of the older generation are more aware of the great purpose of the first generation.

Foreign nobles, merchants, residents, and envoys from various villages were also present.

The fragrance of flowers wafts in the air.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and it became black and white. From time to time, there were swift and violent lightning flashes across the sky, illuminating the entire village in an instant.

The rain started to fall harder and harder, and the Anbu were busy distributing black umbrellas.

Yang Dou looked at the people who started to hide from the rain, his chakra erupted slightly, and the boiling escape evaporated all the rain in the sky above.

He glanced at the envoys from other villages standing together, which made everyone, including envoy Konoha Mitomon Yan, put away their small movements.

Only then did they realize that even if the No. 1 Medakage in Kamui Ninja World passed away, there are still many strong people in Takikage Village, not counting Kakuto as the second generation Takikage!

Perhaps Takiyin Village, with more than ten years of development, has been able to be compared with the Five Great Ninja Villages without the first generation of Takikage.

As more and more people attended the funeral, Kakuzu announced the beginning of the funeral.

He didn't say much. The achievements and life of the first generation don't need to be expressed in words, and everyone remembers them in their hearts.

People held white flowers and dedicated them to the one-to-one steel statues made by the former patriarch of the steel.

The funeral was very slow, but no one complained, because they were paying homage to a great ninja.

Not only the residents of Takikage, but even envoys from other villages, civilians from other countries, and high-ranking nobles all have to recognize the achievements of the first Takikage.

Just greenhouse planting technology alone can make him surpass ordinary ninjas, not to mention various policies, tax reforms, technology, and Kaihai that benefit the entire country.

Many people may question whether it is the first generation of Hokage or the first generation of Metaka Kage. They also defeated Uchiha Madara, and they were also No.1 in the ninja world in a certain era, but no one thinks that the status of the first generation of Hokage will be Taller than the original Takikage.

The ninjas began to engage in production, and there were no more hungry people, and the first generation of Metakakage was the man who brought about such a change in the entire ninja world.

Unknowingly, the wind was strong, and the umbrellas in some people's hands were blown off, but unconsciously, they let the rain fall on their faces, and then slipped to the ground.

Most of the women have already cried to the point of tears, and the older generation, supported by their children and grandchildren, trembled uncontrollably.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, coffins rise from the ground.

The funeral was held in the village, but not buried here. According to Liuli's wishes, the coffin would be carried to the bottom of Longyin Waterfall for burial.

The second generation Takikage Kakudo Fuling, the ninja demigod Hanzo carried the coffin, the villagers spontaneously followed, and the funeral procession stretched into a long queue!
In addition to the nobles, businessmen, and civilians from all over the world, the envoys from various big and small countries, and big villages, almost the entire ninja world is seeing Liuli off!

Even Senju Hashirama, the god of ninjas, does not have this kind of treatment. No matter how powerful he is, he is only recognized by ninjas. Businessmen feel that he cannot bring benefits, and ordinary people feel that he cannot bring a good life. The nobles looked down on him even more.

Liuli is different. The first half of his life in the Warring States period was not magnificent, and even a little dull, not worthy of the title of shadow.

But after becoming Takikage, he deserves to be number one in the ninja world, and it is nothing more than an exaggeration to say that tens of thousands of people admire him.

The funeral procession stretched all the way to Longyin Waterfall.

The coffin was sealed with soil, and Jiaodu personally carved a tombstone for Liuli.

"The Tomb of the First Medakakage Amamiya Ruri"

After Jiaodu carved the tombstone, he didn't want to get up for a long time, because his tear glands had long been eroded by the earth's grievances, he couldn't cry, but he kept recalling everything in the past in his mind.

Suddenly, there was a vibration in the ground, and a large group of densely packed terracotta warriors appeared in front of everyone.

Only the ninjas of the older generation recognized that this was the undead terracotta figurine who invaded the village along with the monsters and monsters.

"Congratulations to the first Medakakage!"

Following bursts of loud shouts and orderly footsteps, the terracotta warriors and horses walked into the tomb one by one.

The number of these terracotta warriors was several times higher than the number of people attending the funeral.

"It's over, or it's beginning"

Linglong, who was far away in the capital, looked at the sky and murmured, although more than ten years have passed, she doesn't seem to see much aging.

Hanzo knocked his forehead against the tombstone, maybe it was too hard, blood flowed down, and he didn't stand up until the last kowtow.

Kakudo nodded, the funeral should be over, Takiyin Village cannot be immersed in sadness forever.

After the crowd dissipated, he returned to the completely sealed tomb, used the technique of rock concealment, and sneaked in.

(End of this chapter)