Quest Master of Konoha

Aoyama Reiko led Yakumo to the door of the living room, and the young man in a gray long gown immediately greeted him warmly.

"You two are ninja-sama from Konoha Village! Come and I'll take you to your seats." The young man in the gray robe smiled enthusiastically, his face full of geniality, even when facing the child Yakumo, his enthusiasm was not even half. reduce.

"By the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm the youngest son of Da Ming, and you two can call me Shinichi." When introducing his identity, his face was still humble and enthusiastic, as if he didn't think he was very noble.

At this time, Yakumo suddenly remembered that Tsunade had introduced this third son. He was a product of drinking, an existence that was spurned since childhood, and changed the world's proper protagonist template.

He has been bullied by his two older brothers since he was a child, but he never resists. His temper when he is incompetent will only lead to death. Forbearance for a while is nothing, and there are few who have not experienced hardships since ancient times.

Matekai has been called the tail of the crane for many years, but he almost kicked Liu Daoban in the final battle. Uchiha Obito was once a crane tail who was bullied by his clansmen and swallowed his voice... But he was eventually promoted to Liu Dao Yi Jian. Open the mountain.

Yakumo suddenly looked forward to today's dinner party. There were all kinds of antiques in the living room. They were the heritage treasures of other nobles, but they were destroyed and turned into trophies that showed the power of the daimyo clan.

Among the dazzling trophies, Yakumo seemed to have seen all kinds of bloody battles in the past, and saw Qianshou Hashirama slaughtering all the nobles for the ideal.

Shinichi led the two to their seats in the bright incandescent light, next to Tsunade with rosy cheeks and drunkenness.

"Escape is shameful, but it is very useful." Yakumo secretly said in his heart, after the death blows of Kato Dan and rope tree, Tsunade began to gamble and get drunk, as if this was the only way to make her forget those pains for a short time.

"Sir Tsunade, stop drinking." Aoyama Reiko crouched down and shook Tsunade's body gently with her hands, and some beautiful things began to dance up and down.

"Hiccup... I'm going to drink, don't worry about my Reiko."

Tsunade hiccupped, broke free from Reiko Aoyama's hands and lifted the bottle.

Seeing this scene, Yakumo sighed in his heart. He did not speak out to persuade Tsunade. After all, everyone has the right to choose their own way of life. Beginning.

Yakumo looked around and saw the eldest son sitting in the other seat and his wife, who was a woman full of charm, and a ten-year-old child beside them.

The eldest son was sitting there like a recumbent tiger, his eyes were bright, and he had an aura like the abyss.

The other is a somewhat feminine second son, who seems to be in a good mood, sipping the sake on the table with smiles all over his eyes.

This was a simple private banquet, except that only eight or nine people attended, but the huge meeting room did not seem empty at all.

The number of attendants at this banquet was at least three times as many as the guests. Butler Takahashi wore a well-fitting dress and was in control of the entire banquet like a conductor. His aged face was full of pride.

Finally, after Yakumo was nearly 80% full, Daimyo came to the parlour surrounded by servants. He was wearing a black kimono with gold thread on the neckline and cuffs, and his expression was solemn and solemn, as if he was attending a funeral.

He sat directly in the main seat, looked around, everyone stopped subconsciously, and looked at the old man in the center of the entire living room, except for Tsunade, she was still drinking, as if everything in the living room had nothing to do with her, and her stomach was like a bottomless pit Filled with jar after jar of wine.

"Tuohai." The old man said softly, this is the name of the eldest son.

"Father." The eldest son, Tuohai, got up respectfully and went to the aisle covered with cashmere carpet in the living room, kneeling on his knees.

"You are very much like the old me." Da Mingyouyou opened her mouth with some reminiscence and admiration,

At this moment, his face was full of kindness.

"Having ambition, perseverance, and willingness to practice hard to polish my body, I am as hungry for power as I am."

The daimyo still sighed with emotion and seemed to praise his son, the kindness in his eyes seemed to be like the warm holy light that made Takumi smile involuntarily.

"You even have the ruthlessness that a superior should have...even cruel, you have the determination to crush anyone who stands in your way, even if that person is me."

Da Ming's words changed, the original warmth and love, instantly turned into extremely cold ice, making people feel cold all over the body, and everyone's expressions changed subconsciously.

Yakumo's breathing adjusted slightly, and his whole body began to tense subconsciously. He noticed the bloody aura mixed in the words of the big name. This killing intent was so gentle, yet so cold, like a frozen lake killing someone. Frozen inch by inch.

The eldest son on his knees lost the smile on his face, and the look in the eyes of the daimyo became extremely complicated.

"You are the heir I nurtured, and sooner or later the daimyo of the country of fire belongs to you. Even if you want to kill me so impatiently, I don't blame you." The daimyo said excitedly, as if to praise his most outstanding Creation.

The living room became silent, and the proud butler Takahashi was sweating coldly. At this moment, everyone had a hunch that something was going to happen.

"Father..." Tuohai said softly with an unusually calm expression, but he didn't make any excuses.

"When he found me, to be honest, I only hesitated for a moment. After all, I have no patience to wait another ten years."

"You long for power, just like me back then. So I don't blame you, but you failed." Daimyo shook his head and whispered.

"Why don't you kill yourself?"

His tone was so light, as if he was suggesting something for breakfast.

In the corner of the living room, Tuohai's wife hugged her crying son tightly. He couldn't understand why the usually amiable grandfather became like this.

"I'm sorry, Father... Please allow me to refuse."

The eldest son got up slowly until he stood up straight and completely straightened his waist. He pulled out the long knife he carried on his back. The mirror-like blade reflected the cold light.

"Awesome! It's not a loss to be my perfect heir, my family shouldn't be caught without a hand." The big name smiled heroically and didn't care about the eldest son's opposition.

"I'm sorry, my father." The eldest son's voice was still extremely respectful, but he clenched his two blades tightly, and his waist and his arms made a tiger jump, slashing at the head of the big name with the whistling sound of the wind across a distance of several meters. !

Facing the sure-kill one-shot daimyo, there was no response, even the corners of his mouth were smiling, his eyes only expressed his appreciation for the behavior of the eldest son, everyone in the living room, at this moment, their hearts were in their throats!