Chapter 21 The Organization of the Untouchables (Monthly Pass Request!!)

The Land of Fire, the Daimyo's Mansion.

In the main hall of the Japanese-style room, two figures sat opposite each other on a low table, with golden tatami underneath.

Between the two was a brand new shogi board, and the situation on it gradually became clear at a glance.

The player holding the "Jade General" had been forced into a desperate situation, and the isolated "Jade General" had been pressed by the army.

Obviously, this was a game of unequal chess skills, and the ages and appearances of the two sides were also very different.

According to the unwritten "rules", if it was a game between an elder and a younger generation, the younger generation would hold the "King General" first, and the elder would hold the "Jade General" later.

In this game, it was completely the opposite.

The player holding the "Jade General" was a man with a very gloomy temperament, while the player holding the "King General" was a young and graceful boy.

The boy lay sideways on the tatami with his legs crossed, his head resting on the kneeling thigh of the maid behind him, one hand on his knee, looking down at the chessboard with a smile, and several beautiful maids holding palm-leaf fans beside him fanning him lightly.

And the man in front of him, standing straight like a strong pine tree, staring at the chessboard expressionlessly, so focused that even his breathing was barely audible.

But the same thing is that they did not stop for a moment, constantly moving the chess pieces, knowing the positions of all the chess pieces clearly.

The whole room was filled with the rustling sound of chess pieces being picked up and put down.

Defense, sacrifice, blitz, lead-in...

Knock!

"Continue to make room for the jade general? Or continue to sell pieces to delay time?"

After the last move, the boy half-covered his face with a folding fan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and chuckled: "Elder Danzo, you have already lost."

Hearing this, Danzo did not react at all, but only lowered his head and stared at the chessboard.

After a long time, he looked up at the boy and asked, "The game is not over yet, why do you say I have lost?"

Seeing this, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in the boy's eyes, but soon he restrained it, his eyes slightly curved as if he was smiling.

"When the game reached the middle and lower stages, you left two infantry on the field, which is a great advantage for offensive control, so you only focused on the two soldiers."

"But if I were you, I would use them as bait, or abandon one of them, leaving only one to attack the hinterland, and cooperate with other chess pieces to force the kill."

The boy put away his folding fan and said meaningfully: "Not letting go, not willing to give up, is the reason why you lost. Only when your thinking and vision are open can you see further, Elder Danzo."

Danzo narrowed his eyes and was about to say something, but was interrupted by him again.

"You want to use the delaying tactic of robbing Peter to pay Paul, hoping to delay me until I make a mistake?" The boy shook his folding fan and said, "Sometimes, you should admit defeat when you should, and don't care too much about winning or losing."

As if he heard the reminder and warning in his words, Danzo finally swallowed the words on his lips bit by bit.

"...Yes."

He lowered his head, stared at the chessboard for a while, and then Danzo slowly reset the chess pieces. He sighed and said, "Your Highness's chess skills are getting more and more sophisticated. Every step of mine is under your control."

"Alas, after all, I fell in love with shogi when I was 3 years old. At that time, my brothers were still playing afternoon tea parties and playing house games, so I could only play with my father. Later... it's like this now?"

The boy covered his face with a folding fan, and only his proud eyebrows could be seen. He smiled without modesty and said, "Shogi is one of the few abilities I can be proud of."

After that, he suddenly changed his tone and sighed, "However, a chess game is just a chess game. As long as you are good at calculations and good at human nature, you can win."

"Unfortunately, the ninja world is not a chess game after all. If I deploy troops in a war, I will lose miserably."

He did not hide his shortcomings, and he didn't need to hide them in front of Danzo.

He is good at politics, not fighting, and is more like a chess player, not a pawn.

Although Danzo's political methods are very immature, he is more suitable as a knife to stab the enemy's heart.

For Konoha, he can give up everything, even if his family betrays him. He will not only treat others as tools, but also himself as a tool that can be used, and he does not care about his reputation at all.

As a young man of the Fire Country, he can roughly see what Danzo is thinking.

Perhaps Danzo has been regretting, regretting the hesitation when he appeared when facing the choice given by Mr. Tobirama.

Just a moment of hesitation, and he missed the position of Hokage.

Danzo's decisiveness and ruthlessness now are all showing his determination with actions. Perhaps he wants to tell Mr. Tobirama that he was wrong to choose Sarutobi.

Because what he cherishes most is always the entire Konoha, not Mr. Tobirama or others in Konoha.

Although he hesitated when he was covering the rear for his companions, he could bear everything for Konoha, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

"So, Your Highness asked me to come here this time, do you want me to do something?" Danzo asked bluntly.

"Yes and no, because this is what you are supposed to do." The young man nodded, but then shook his head, then smiled and covered his face, "War is coming, I hope you can control the battlefield outside the Fire Kingdom."

"What does your highness mean?"

"The Rain Kingdom."

The young man showed a cold look that was not in line with his age, and whispered: "Since they want to resist beyond their ability, let's bring the war to the Rain Country and completely destroy the Rain Country!"

The appearance of Hanzo and the rebellion of the Rain Country also aroused his vigilance.

Especially seeing that the Daimyo of the Rain Country also began to lean towards Hanzo, this made him, as the Daimyo of the Fire Country, even more afraid.

The nobles in the ninja world have always been in harmony with each other, and there is an unspoken understanding between them.

For example, when the number of ninjas reaches a certain level, they will even deliberately cause wars to maintain their dominance.

Therefore, if it were not for leaving a buffer between the big countries, how could the Rain Country survive until now.

How can others sleep soundly beside my bed?

The Rain Country jumped too hard, and he couldn't sleep well.

It is necessary to hurt the Rain Country and weaken its arrogance.

Just like the Grass Country, they all become "guides" by being a fence-sitter.

"I understand." Danzo narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "I will find a way to make the Rain Country the target of other big countries!"

"Also, please don't worry about the Hidden Cloud Village. Orochimaru has already gone there, and they will soon be unable to take care of themselves."

Orochimaru?

Can he hold the Hidden Cloud Village back?

Hearing this, the boy raised his eyebrows, recalled the man with a feminine temperament in his mind, and nodded casually.

As for how many people would die in the end because of his light words, he didn't care about such things.

In the ninja world, the least valuable thing is human life, even ninjas are equally poor.

"By the way." As if thinking of something, the boy raised his eyebrows and said casually, "Recently, an organization appeared in the Rain Country, which seems to be formed by a group of untouchables. Although it is not worth paying attention to, I have sent my people over, you can..."

Click.

"Your Highness!"

Just when he wanted to explain something, a waiter suddenly pushed the door open, walked in with a panicked look, holding a box in his hand.

Wrapped in colorful ribbons, it looked very bright.

"..."

The interrupted boy was slightly displeased. He frowned and looked at the box first, then glanced at the waiter's face and said coldly: "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

"You, the person you sent..." The waiter trembled, his face was full of fear, and his hands couldn't help shaking.

In an instant, the "gift box" he was holding fell from his hand, making a creepy click sound on the ground, and a strange sound similar to a ball leaking air.

In a strange silence, gurgling black dirty blood gradually flowed out of the gift box, winding along the gaps in the precious carpet to Danzo's feet.

The room, which was originally filled with elegant fragrance, was gradually filled with the pungent and foul smell of blood.

The head with its eyes open rolled to the ground, the young man's frightened face reflected in his eyes.