Uchiha Mitsuki and Hara Yoshikamiyo stood side by side by the window. The two of them had a tacit understanding, and neither of them spoke.
Although I don’t know why Hara Yoshi Kamyo suddenly pretended, but someone needs to break the silence after all, and Uchiha Mitsuki doesn’t mind giving Hara Yoshi Kamyo face.
"Your Excellency Daimyo, I received information last night that Sato Harutoyo will hold a Daimyo succession ceremony at the Fire Temple in three days."
Hara Yoshikamiyo smiled and said nothing, still looking calmly at the two people practicing swordsmanship outside the window.
"It seems that the Daimyo has already received the news!"
"Yes!"
Looking at the full face of the Daimyo reflected in the window, Uchiha Mitsuki was shocked and had a bold guess. Perhaps Hara Yoshi Kamidao was not as simple as he thought. If everything in Wind and Fire City was...
…
It shouldn't be so cruel, right?
Uchiha Mitsuki temporarily suppressed the bold thoughts in his heart, shook his head secretly, turned and left.
On the side, Hara Yoshikamiyo looked through the window silently at the young man's leaving figure in the yard. Slowly, the face reflected on the glass changed from stupid to vicious.
…
In the evening, Uchiha Mitsuki sat on the roof, letting the cold wind blow on his cheeks.
Inside the house, Aburame Shiwei and Kurama Masaaki were still soundly asleep on the bed.
Looking at the starless night sky, he gradually began to think deeply.
Yesterday, the trip to His Highness's residence was fruitful.
First of all, it can be confirmed that His Highness did not collude with Sato Haruyo.
Secondly, the third generation of Mizukage is suspected to have died, and the power of Kirigakure Village has fallen, perhaps in the hands of Madara, or perhaps in the hands of the elders.
Uchiha Mitsuki is currently a bit confused.
As for the ambush in the forest mentioned by the rebel ninja last night, Uchiha Mitsuki decided to give it a try. After all, with Haimu's Byakugan around, at least he wouldn't suffer any loss.
Thinking of this, Uchiha Mitsuki rubbed the broken hair on the side of his forehead and slowly recovered from the long exam state.
At present, what he is most passionate about is the post of Taizheng Minister promised by Hara Yoshihara, and for this, he will do whatever it takes!
In order to ensure that he would have enough voice in the village in the future, Uchiha Mitsuki had to make Hara Yoshi Kamyo a strong daimyo to increase his power.
Because only in this way can the problems of his young age and lack of qualifications be solved.
At the same time, Hara Yoshi Kamidao cannot be allowed to completely control the power of the Fire Country, otherwise the powerful daimyo may have their thoughts on Konoha again.
'Looks like I need to find something to do for him!'
Thinking of this, Uchiha Mitsuki's eyes suddenly turned cold, he jumped off the roof and headed towards Sato Ryoko's residence.
A small courtyard.
Kurosaki Toshitatsu stumbled out and ran out. His childhood sweetheart, Yoshiko, would give up on himself and choose a daimyo because of power. Is there anything more desperate than this?
With a pale face, he took one last longing look at the girl's room, turned around and left alone.
Behind the tree, Uchiha Mitsuki gently walked out of the shadows, looking indifferently at the miserable back of the young man who lost his soul.
'Let's just think of it as a casual chess move.'
After pondering for a moment, he jumped up and his figure turned into a streak of light and swept away into the distance.
…
Mr. Cangwu’s house.
A middle-aged man, after serving tea to the old man and young man in front of him, turned around and left gently.
"Thank you for the tea, uncle!"
Uchiha Mitsuki thanked the middle-aged man at the door, turned to look at the white-haired old gentleman beside him, and suddenly felt a trance in front of his eyes.
Mr. Cangwu is a living fossil in the officialdom of the Fire Country. He holds a high and powerful position, but he never accepts disciples or forms gangs. His virtue is as high as the bright moon in the sky, and he is deeply loved by the subjects of the Fire Country!
Two years ago, the old gentleman went to Konoha after retiring. At that time, his master Sarutobi Hiruzen welcomed him together. He had a deep impression of the old gentleman.
After pondering for a moment, Uchiha Mizuki's face changed slightly. How could he be so distracted and rude when talking to his elders, leaving nothing to be said?
After thinking about this, he quickly stood up and bowed to the old man.
"Sir Cangwu, it has been two years since we said goodbye that day, and you are still so energetic. You are getting stronger with age!"
Seeing the old man with a sneer on his face and sipping tea by himself, Uchiha sat down and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Haha" and laughed awkwardly.
"I, an old fox, can't bear the compliments of a little fox like you. Tell me, what do you want me to do with you?"
Mr. Cang Wu put down his tea cup and squinted his eyes at the cunning little devil in front of him.
Two years ago, this kid took his fancy and showed him the score of a song called "Swordsman", which instantly took away his soul.
As a result, he was delighted to see that the young man took away all his experience in politics for many years, but in the end he didn't even see a trace of ink.
Feeling a faint sense of resentment, Uchiha Mitsuki touched the tip of his nose, feeling embarrassed.
At this time, Mr. Cang Wu spoke again and gave a kind reminder.
"No one owes me anything! You are no exception!"
Damn it, it’s been two years and you’re still thinking about Swordsman?
Uchiha Miyuki took a sip of tea with his head down, feeling a little helpless. Should he pay for it or not?
As if he felt that he had a chance to win, the old man was leisurely, sipping the tea carefully and staring at the young man calmly.
…
In the night, a figure flashed across the roof.
Inside the house, the father and son looked at the music score on the table with ink still wet in amazement, admiring it endlessly.
After a long time, the moon was shining brightly on the willow branches outside the house, and the temperature inside the house was as warm as warm jade.
The middle-aged man frowned and asked his father for advice.
"Father, do you really want to set foot in the officialdom of the Country of Fire?"
The old man said something in a deep voice without even raising his head.
"It is our duty to stabilize the country's situation."
His father's righteousness made the middle-aged man's nose sore.
"I'm sorry, father, I failed to inherit your righteousness. Instead, I embarked on the path of unscrupulous tactics."
The old man raised his head and glanced at his son tenderly.
"I never thought about letting you become the next 'me'. For you, being yourself is really the right thing!"
"Remember, methods are not important, what is important is what you can do, what you have done, and what use it is!"
The old man's eyes darkened and he sighed softly.
"There is no such thing as perfection in this world. As human beings, all we can ask for is a clear conscience!"
After hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes became firm and he nodded heavily towards his father.
"Yes! Father! My son understands!"
"No, you still don't understand!"
"Father……"
"Oh, Kuchiki!... You can't figure it out at all. You are so much worse than that little devil!"
The middle-aged man curled his lips and said anxiously: "Father!!!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing a young son eating something with a child, the old man laughed heartily.
After a while, the old man focused his attention on the score again, and gradually became completely immersed in the majesty of the score...