Naruto: Dark Night Shura

Uchiha Makoto, who had not figured out how to enter the daimyo's mansion, simply handed over the intelligence to Orochimaru.

He could take root in the Land of Fields, so he must have power.

Uchiha Makoto went out to train alone, swinging the sword in his hand with extremely strange movements. If other people saw it, they would definitely think he was playing house.

In fact, compared to the swordsmanship of this world, he is better at the Burmese sword.

He once found a master abroad to learn the Burmese sword, but he just practiced it.

But now he can make the steel become soft, but now he can't find good materials to customize his own sword, so he can only use the sword that he picked up on the battlefield.

With one knife, all the trees around him broke.

After training, Uchiha Makoto wiped the blade.

"When I have money, let's go and fight. Give my swordsmanship a nice name."

"Hey, kid, your swordsmanship is pretty good."

Uchiha Makoto turned around and saw Jiraiya and a gloomy Orochimaru standing not far away.

Uchiha frowned, wondering how these two had time to peek at his training, but he didn't show it on his face at all, and shouted respectfully: "Jiraiya-sama, Orochimaru-sama."

"I didn't expect that you have realized your own swordsmanship under Sakumo's guidance. It's really amazing."

"It's just that Zhen-kun's technique is not domineering enough."

Orochimaru's words surprised Uchiha Makoto.

Is he instructing me?

But on second thought, it's true!

I have no desire to fight, and becoming stronger is just to survive.

If possible, he is willing to solve the problem in the most peaceful way.

Uchiha Makoto closed his eyes again and put the katana back in his hand.

The moment he opened his eyes, he chopped back.

This time, it was not as gentle as before, but with a bit of murderous intent. No tree was spared wherever the strange sword passed.

"That's the feeling." Uchiha Makoto suddenly realized, "The sword and the body seem to have merged into one."

Jiraiya stared at Uchiha Makoto waving in the forest with wide eyes.

If he had just seen a genius junior, he would be a Shura who slaughtered people's lives at this moment.

What others may not be able to understand in their lifetime, he actually understood it with a word from Orochimaru.

No wonder Orochimaru likes to hang out with him, ugh! Bring him to carry out the mission.

"Orochimaru, within ten years, he should surpass us."

"His life is destined to be extraordinary." Orochimaru's next sentence, Konoha can't hold him, did not say it out loud.

After Uchiha Makoto realized it, he put away his knife and looked at the destroyed grove around him, muttering, "It's a sin to destroy so many flowers, plants and trees."

But soon this thought of pity disappeared. The world of the jungle is like this. Who made you a tree!

"Thank you for your advice, Lord Orochimaru."

Orochimaru pulled Uchiha Makoto into the illusion and said, "You find a way to go to the daimyo's mansion, control him, and then take a shortcut back to the village and meet up halfway."

The two of them, one big and one small, one tall and one short, looked at each other.

Jiraiya touched his chin and felt that the look between the two was too affectionate.

"Ahem! Have you completed your mission? When will you return to the village?"

"Tomorrow, maybe I can meet Sakumo." Orochimaru took Jiraiya to the izakaya, and took the opportunity to leave.

As for Uchiha Makoto, he fell into deep thought after getting the map of the daimyo's mansion.

Should I treat the daimyo!

Recalling the Chinese medicine knowledge he had come across, he bought all the medicines that could replenish yang, and came to the daimyo's mansion in the appearance of Mizunotsuki.

As soon as he came in, he found that there were several powerful chakras hovering in the daimyo's mansion.

No wonder the daimyo was just an ordinary person and no ninja dared to kill him. Ten jonin alone had already been found.

How much money does a jonin cost a year? I'm afraid it would be difficult to come up with this money.

The Hokage and the daimyo make money by technology and business respectively.

Uchiha Makoto entered the daimyo's room and took a breath of cold air.

Except for a few female jonins who were close to him, the entire room was decorated in an extremely luxurious way.

Rich!

It's just a small country, and the rich daimyo of the Land of Fire is even more luxurious.

It's true that a full man doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man.

Envy is a must.

If these are used in scientific research materials, ten years will not be a problem!

When passing by a ninja, it is obvious that the other party's strength is at the elite jonin.

"Wait." The jonin called Uchiha Masaru and pointed at the herbs in the basket, "What is this?"

"Medicine for men." Uchiha Masaru responded coldly. The man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and gave him a look that he also wanted.

Uchiha Masaru took one of the bags and put it in the basket.When the name was not paying attention, he stuffed it into the man's arms.

"Here we go, let's continue today!"

The daimyo dragged his fat body to lie on the bed and drove away the ninjas around him. After all, no one wanted others to know about this disease.

"Daimyo, today we can try special medicine, which will take effect within three days."

The daimyo got up happily. After all, he didn't want to get a needle. Who would be willing to get a needle if he could be cured by taking medicine.

"Great, is it really so effective?"

Suddenly, a knife was placed across the daimyo's neck.

"Don't talk, look into my eyes."

Uchiha Masaru's three magatama cast an illusion on the daimyo, thereby controlling his mind.

"My name is Uchiha Masaru, and from now on you must obey my orders."

"Yes, master, I will obey your orders."

Uchiha Masaru's words were like a death warrant from the devil. The daimyo didn't resist at all and just lay down.

"Is this... done?"

"From now on, continue to be your daimyo and wait for my orders."

Outside, I don't know what the ninja who took a pack of Yang-boosting medicine said. Everyone was waiting for Uchiha Masaharu to come out a hundred meters outside the door.

"My lord, that medicine... I don't know..."

Seeing a group of people looking at him with starry eyes, Uchiha Masaharu's eyelids twitched, and he wrote a prescription and threw it to them.

Overnight, the herbs on the prescription had been sold at sky-high prices in Tianzhiguo.

According to Orochimaru, he could take a shortcut back to the village and didn't have to go back to join him.

"Oh, that's great. Find a place to sell the extra ninja tools on the battlefield to supplement the family income."

Uchiha Masaharu sold 9,000 kunai, 3,000 shurikens, and 500,000 books at a weapons shop in Tianzhiguo for a few thousand yuan, which was 40% lower than the factory price.

He freed up several scrolls and made a lot of money at the same time, which he planned to give to his parents after returning home.

"Boss, do you have any scalpels?"

The shop owner collected so many low-priced ninja tools, thinking that he would make a lot of money during the war, so he naturally smiled at Uchiha Makoto, "Yes, we have several types here. If you take the whole set, I will give you a 20% discount."