Naruto: My Own Wind

Kazama happened to look down and didn't see the look of the Daimyo of the Tea Country. Even if he saw it, he wouldn't care.

At this moment, he was taking out two military pills and letting Fuma Sasame and Sagiri take them.

The Daiza naturally saw it clearly. He smiled at the Daimyo first, and then slapped Kazama on the shoulder, "Kazama, why are you here?"

"Are you still asking me? If I hadn't come, you wouldn't have seen my sister-in-law."

Puff!

Morino Ida on the side laughed heartlessly.

Bang!

Kazama patted Morinoida, "Smile, you still have the nerve to smile.

If I had come late, you guys would have died."

Seeing Morinoida lowered his head, Kazama looked at him and Sagiri, and said with a serious face: "Why didn't you two take the kunai I gave you?"

"Teacher, I just went out and they dragged me here." Morinoida scratched the back of his head and smiled silly.

"What about you?"

Seeing Kazama ask himself again, Sagiri lowered her head timidly and answered in a low voice, "I forgot."

"Hehe... one didn't care, and the other forgot, you are very good." Kazama was a little amused and even a little angry.

At the beginning, he gave them three people, one Flying Thunder God Kunai each, just in case of emergency.

But, except for Fuma Sasame who was obedient, these two ignored his words.

Now Kazama regretted that he shouldn't have given them the soldiers' ration pills, which he exchanged with points.

Seeing the awkward situation, the master hurried forward to smooth things over, "Okay, it's good that the three of them are fine, otherwise you, as a teacher, will be very sad."

"Who is it? I'm not sad." Fengjian patted the master, pointed to the ground and asked, "What are you going to do with these three?"

Seeing the dead Wasabi people, the master, who was originally smiling, immediately became a little depressed, "They are all good, none of them ran away, and they didn't lose face for the Wasabi people.

Fengjian, I want to take them home."

After saying that, the master looked up at Fengjian.

After knowing each other for so many years, Fengjian naturally understood what the master meant, and he naturally would not object.

Nodding to the master, Fengjian came to the corpses of the three Wasabi people, first closed their eyes with his hands, and then took out a scroll and sealed the three corpses in it.

This was done for the convenience of carrying.

The Daimyo of the Tea Country stood aside, watching everything in front of him with interest.

Seeing that Kazama had finished his work, the lord asked about Sagiri's current situation and got the answer that it was nothing serious.

The lord glanced at the daimyo with his peripheral vision. After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, let us escort you back to Dadu."

"Haha... I couldn't ask for more." Hearing the lord's words, the daimyo was very happy.

What the lord said was also what he thought in his heart. When he didn't know how to start, the lord actually took the initiative to propose it. Isn't this exactly what he wanted?

Kazama didn't say anything. He understood what the lord was thinking and naturally wouldn't spoil it.

So, such a broken lineup escorted the daimyo back to Dadu.

When the daimyo of the Tea Country entered Dadu, there was an inconspicuous little thin man on a stall near the city gate. With a little panic in his eyes, he turned around and ran out of Dadu.

After a while, this thin man came to a temple called Guangyuan Temple.

Although both are temples, Guangyuan Temple and Xuanzhi Temple are very different.

It's not that the buildings are different, but the number of pilgrims is huge.

Xuanzhi Temple is crowded with people, while Guangyuan Temple is deserted.

There are only a few lonely old trees in front of the mountain gate, adding some signs of life to the temple.

The thin man went forward and knocked on the door. Because he was anxious, he knocked much harder.

Naturally, the monk who opened the door turned his face away.

The thin man didn't care at all. He squeezed the fat monk and ran all the way, and finally came to a side hall of the temple.

Without caring about stabilizing his breathing or etiquette, the thin man pushed open the door of the temple and shouted loudly: "Boss, that daimyo is back safely."

His shout made three of the four people in the hall look disappointed.

In the middle of the hall, there sat a slightly fat middle-aged man with a round face and bean-shaped eyes. Behind him stood a one-eyed dragon with an expressionless face and a samurai sword on his waist.

There was one person sitting on each side.

On the left, there was a monk with a treacherous face and a moustache.

On the right, there was a middle-aged man with a flat head, a small moustache, and a bad face.

The man on the right was the first to react. He stood up and grabbed the thin man by the collar, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Boss, I saw it with my own eyes, but..."

"But what, tell me!"

"Yes, boss, but the guards of the daimyo are different when they come back and when they go."

Before the flat-headed man asked, the round-faced man in the middle asked, "How are they different?"

"There were as many as eight people escorting the daimyo back. But only three guards who went with the daimyo came back."

"Oh, that means there are five more people?"

The thin man nodded.

"Five people? You know them... Never mind, you've only been here for a short time." The flat-headed man let go of the other's collar and patted him on the shoulder, "Then let me ask you, what do those five people look like?

Do you remember?"

"Boss, I didn't dare to stare at them directly, so I only remember the general idea."

"Then tell me the general idea."

"Okay, boss, three men and two women. Two middle-aged men and one young man, and the two women are not very old."

"Anything else? "The flat-headed man was a little dissatisfied. This answer was the same as saying nothing.

The thin man scratched his head, "Yes, there is a man among them with yellow hair.

As for the others, I... they don't have any characteristics."

"Yellow hair?" The flat-headed man frowned, and a figure flashed before his eyes, but he quickly shook his head. He remembered that this guy was very lazy and rarely meddlesome.

Looking at the thin man, the flat-headed man waved his hand and said, "Okay, you go down first."

The thin man bowed and backed out after hearing this.

After closing the door, the hall fell into a brief silence.

Finally, the round-faced man with bean-shaped eyes sighed and broke the silence, "His luck is the same as always."

The flat-headed man turned his head and was about to speak, but the round-faced man with bean-shaped eyes raised his hand and he closed his mouth.

"This failure is due to our inconsiderateness, or it may be that the ninja who took the task is not good enough. "Round-faced bean-eyed man looked at the flat-headed man calmly, "I'm talking to Jiuliu.

If you want your clan to return to the Land of Tea, then you have to be more cautious next time."

"Yes, I..."

"Okay, I have to go back." Round-faced bean-eyed man waved his hand and stood up slowly, "If you stay out for too long, people will be suspicious."

He came to the flat-headed man and patted his shoulder, "Next time don't look for a good-for-nothing."

The flat-headed man quickly bowed 90 degrees and replied "Yes".

At the same time, the monk who didn't speak also stood up and bowed to see him off.

After Round-faced bean-eyed man and one-eyed dragon left, the two stood up.

"Brother Jiuliu, failure is the mother of success, don't be sad." The monk said lightly.

The flat-headed man sat down on the stool, "I'm not sad, I just missed this opportunity and I'm a little unwilling. ”

“Alas, didn’t that guy just say that there will be another chance?”

“I understand, so next time, I plan to pay a high price to hire that organization to help.” A hint of enthusiasm flashed in the eyes of the flat-headed man,

“Why, you don’t go to the underground gold exchange…”

“No, isn’t one failure enough?” The flat-headed man waved his hand, “I heard that there is a mysterious organization called… called… called Akatsuki, as long as you are willing to pay, there is nothing you can’t do.

So, next time there is a chance, I will pay them to help.”

“Akatsuki? Is it reliable?”

“It should be, probably, maybe reliable.” The flat-headed man said uncertainly.

The monk heard this and nodded, “I hope so.”

At the same time, at the gate of the daimyo’s mansion, the daimyo put his hands behind his back, looking at the back of Fengjian leaving, and fell into deep thought.