Chapter 116 Yunchuan: Long Time No See, Master Musashi, You Are Not Dead Yet? (Monthly Vote Requested!!)

In the capital of the Land of Rain, inside the Hidden Rain Village.

Dragging the "Sand Ninja" who looked like a dead body in his hand, Hanzo strode towards the gate of the capital with a cold expression.

Behind him, there were two teams of fully armed Rain Ninjas on both sides, wearing purple combat uniforms and special masks on their faces, and their eyes were full of uncontrollable anger.

The place that should have been lively and noisy became dead silent after seeing this scene.

A sense of uneasiness and fear of the coming storm instantly filled everyone's heart.

Until Hanzo, the leader, was about to step out of the city gate, seeing their aggressive appearance, the Rain Ninjas guarding the gate looked at each other and whispered: "What should we do? Hanzo wants to take so many people out..."

Thinking of the serious order from the real leader of the Hidden Rain Village, Lord Musashi, several people could only bite the bullet and walk straight ahead.

"Master Hanzo!"

Two Rain Ninjas blocked Hanzo's way and asked respectfully but firmly, "Master Musashi has ordered that if you want to transfer more than two teams, you must state your intention and submit an application."

"You must show us the transfer order before we can let you leave the city, otherwise...

Hanzang said nothing expressionlessly, just looking at the two with a slightly cold gaze.

Meeting the pair of cold and stern eyes with pale gold, the two Rain Ninjas shuddered for no reason, and their raised arms involuntarily dropped.

"Ten seconds." Hanzo said in a low voice.

"What?" The two Rain Ninjas were stunned for a moment and could not understand what he meant.

"I mean..."

Hanzo raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the two and said coldly, "Open the city gate within ten seconds, and then take your people and get out of my sight! "

As soon as these words came out, the two Rain Ninjas felt like prey being stared at by terrifying beasts in the forest. The oppression they had never experienced on anyone before made their bodies tremble.

"Han, Hanzo-sama."

A Rain Ninja wiped the cold sweat from his face, whether it was rain or sweat from fear and panic, and said with a sad face: "It really can't be done. Musashi-sama has given a death order. We can't..."

Musashi-sama! Musashi-sama! It's Musashi-sama again!

"Then guess, can your Musashi-sama protect you?"

Hanzo's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his palm pressing on the sickle tightened.

But the next moment, an old voice came from behind him.

"Enough, Hanzo!" The old man said with a helpless tone, "Don't embarrass them anymore, they are just following orders! "

Hearing this, Hanzo let go of the hilt of his sword, looking at the rain ninja in front of him sweating profusely, and then turned his head to look behind him.

Looking around, all the ninjas in the rain village combat uniforms were crowded with people.

And an old man with a hunched back walked out of the crowd, and stood slowly in front of Hanzo with a staggering step.

There were many rain ninjas behind both of them, but one was an old man as old as the setting sun, and the other was a middle-aged man as dazzling as the midday sun.

"Hanzo, do we have to go this far?"

Musashi sighed and said somewhat weakly: "Believe me, I have found a way to break the deadlock."

The old man's old and decayed appearance made people subconsciously ignore the sword on his waist, and the young rain ninjas behind Hanzo couldn't help but feel a little contempt in their hearts.

But Hanzo looked at the old man, but there was no contempt on his face, but he said calmly: "Teacher Musashi, you taught me a lot before, so I still respect you as a teacher. "

"But now you can't keep up with the changes in the ninja world, so why don't you let me lead the Rain Country to move forward!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of many Rain Ninjas standing behind Musashi changed as they looked at the man in front of them who had no intention of hiding his ambition.

"How dare you!" Yoshitaka, who was beside Musashi, stood up directly, glared at Hanzo and asked in a stern voice, "Hanzo! Do you know who you are talking to? !"

"Of course I know." Facing Yoshitaka's questioning, Hanzo's face remained unchanged, and he said in a calm tone, "I admire Mr. Musashi for saving the Rain Country from the gap between the big countries at the most critical moment."

"But, just as the samurai gradually declined, the era that once belonged to the 'Sword Saint' and yours has ended. Next, it is the era that belongs to the ninja, to us, and to me! "

Hanzo's eyes were filled with pride, and his body was full of heroic aura, attracting countless respectful eyes behind him.

"As for you, Yoshitaka, a man like you."

Hanzo looked at Yoshitaka with a sullen face, and said sincerely: "I invited you a long time ago, hoping that you can join us and sacrifice your life for the future of the Rain Country, instead of staying in the city until you die of old age."

"..."

Yitaka's angry expression froze, and he opened his mouth and fell silent.

Faced with Hanzo's extremely sincere invitation, he admitted that his heart was indeed touched.

If it weren't for the grace of Lord Musashi to give him a new life, he would have accepted Hanzo's first invitation without hesitation.

Musashi obviously realized this, and looking at the people behind him with different expressions, he couldn't help but sighed secretly in his heart.

The current situation is actually very clear.

The people standing behind him are all middle-aged and elderly.

They are grateful for his contribution to the Rain Country, and they don't want to be used as cannon fodder to die, so they choose to stand behind him.

But there are young and middle-aged people with passion and ambition, and the elite of the Hidden Rain Village are on Hanzo's side.

Hanzo has always only threatened him but didn't kill him. In addition to being afraid of his contribution and reputation, he also didn't want to shed blood and sacrifice because of the civil strife, hoping to become the leader legitimately.

Even Musashi had to admit that Hanzo already had the temperament of a leader.

But...

"You are right. We really can't let the Sand Village slaughter us." Musashi's eyes swept over Hanzo and the people behind him, and he said in a deep voice, "But we alone can't confront the big countries head-on!"

As soon as these words came out, Hanzo frowned and didn't refute. Seeing this, the people behind Musashi shouted: "That's right! What do you mean by leading the Rain Country to defeat the five big countries! You will only drag the Rain Country into the war!"

"Are we just going to watch them slaughter at will?"

"It's better than standing directly on the opposite side of the big countries!"

"How do you know you can't beat them if you don't try?"

"Do you want everyone to die with you?"

Just as the two parties were arguing about it, an old but not to be ignored voice came.

"So, I found another way out!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the old man, but saw him take out a letter from his arms.

"Since we can't fight against the big country ninja village, let's go to another big country ninja village for help."

Musashi spoke slowly, raised the letter and looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "I went to ask the daimyo to help me contact the daimyo of the Land of Fire, and the daimyo of the Land of Fire has agreed to me."

"He sympathizes with our plight. If we can hand over all the war resources to them and help Konoha repel the invasion of the Sand Country..."

"He is willing to order Konoha to provide us with shelter and promise not to set foot on the border of the Rain Country again!"

Hearing that Musashi would hand over all the war resources to Konoha, whether it was the people behind him or the people behind Hanzo, they couldn't help but ask or refute.

However, when they heard that Konoha would provide shelter and would not set foot on the border again, they fell silent at the same time.

That's right.

Konoha was the party invaded by the Sand Country, and everything was just a forced counterattack. They didn't seem to have any ill will towards them, the Rain Country.

If we can really help Konoha and fight off the Sand Village, maybe we can really usher in peace.

But, is it really possible?

"..."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Hanzo gradually frowned, and a sense of anger rose in his heart.

But just when he was about to explode, a burst of applause suddenly came from the dead silence.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The applause was loud and crisp, and even joy could be heard.

Hanzo and others looked up at the sound, but saw a figure appearing on the tower next to them at some point.

"It's really wonderful."

Yunchuan walked out slowly from the shadows, put down his hands that were clapping, gently pressed on the guardrail, and looked down at everyone from a high position.

"Long time no see, Lord Musashi, I say hello to you on behalf of my dead father."

Looking at the stunned old man, Yunchuan waved to him gently, as if he saw an old friend.

"However, after not seeing you for so long, you really haven't changed at all." He smiled and said in a gentle tone, "You can make such high-sounding statements about waiting to die, waiting to be killed, kneeling on your knees, and begging for mercy."

"When I see you, I will think of my stupid father who was deceived by you and died miserably."

"Compared to that, you are still alive at your age?"