Inside Konoha ninja village, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki Mito Uzumaki perfectly demonstrated what it means to be a married daughter who is like spilled water.
“Princess, Kirigakure is approaching, we need help.”
The young Uzumaki ninja, Uzumaki Honoo, with a few wounds on his body, looked sorrowfully at Mito Uzumaki.
He had been here for more than ten days, and only today did he finally manage to see Mito Uzumaki.
Even this meeting was achieved because he couldn’t stand the “cold violence” and used “hot violence” (force) to get it.
“Boy Honoo, I am already old, unable to move, and can’t help you.
When Hashirama was alive, he helped too much.
I can no longer make Konoha act.
You know Konoha’s situation.
Currently, the entire village has less than five thousand combat-ready troops.
How could they stop Kirigakure?”
Mito Uzumaki had a face full of helplessness.
“But…?”
Uzumaki Honoo opened his mouth, and in the end, nothing came out.
He really wanted to say that their Land of Whirlpools had always been proud of Mito Uzumaki.
In the First Shinobi World War, grateful for Hashirama Senju’s kindness, they helped Konoha intercept Kirigakure.
Now, they needed help, yet their princess had this attitude.
Back then, it was their princess who personally sent the letter.
They always thought the princess remembered her maiden family.
“Yes, I understand, Princess.
I will take my people and leave Konoha right away.
There is my root, I need to take responsibility for it.”
Uzumaki Honoo gritted his teeth and turned to leave.
He wasn’t a fool.
To be sent as an envoy to Konoha, he couldn’t possibly be a fool.
He already understood the meaning of Konoha and Mito Uzumaki.
For public and private reasons, Mito Uzumaki couldn’t leave Konoha, and neither could Konoha.
Looking at the departing Uzumaki Honoo, a complex expression appeared on Mito Uzumaki’s face.
She knew that Uzumaki Honoo’s departure meant the end of her ties with the Uzumaki clan.
“Dying of old age in my bed, my life is almost over.
It’s just hard on Kushina.”
As an elderly person, Mito Uzumaki quickly adjusted her mindset.
Kushina was protected very well and didn’t know of Uzumaki Honoo’s arrival from beginning to end.
Uzumaki Honoo also never saw Kushina.
…
In the Land of Whirlpools, Uzushiogakure indeed treated them to good food and drinks, just as Masahiko Uzumaki had ordered.
Within three days, Ebizo even met the Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools, a robust middle-aged Uzumaki.
From him, Ebizo acquired a batch of excellent craftsmen.
This was the only event that put Ebizo in a good mood over the past three days.
“Lord, the craftsmen of the Land of Whirlpools we ‘hired’ have already boarded the ship to the Land of Wind and are personally received by Lord Sunasuke.”
While Ebizo was sitting in his room thinking, a Sand ninja suddenly appeared and reported.
“Good, I got it.
Is the situation you observed the same as what the Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools said?”
Ebizo asked another question.
“Yes, entirely the same.
After the Daimyo explained the situation, these residents of the Land of Whirlpools showed not a sliver of objection to going to work in our Land of Wind.”
The Sand ninja said in amazement.
He himself was shocked too.
He was Ebizo’s direct subordinate, a core force of the Kazekage faction.
He also knew some confidential intelligence.
He knew everything about the conversation between Ebizo and the Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools.
He still remembered the calmness of the Daimyo when he arrived, and the words he spoke.
The meaning of the Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools was very simple: however much population the Land of Wind could swallow, he would give.
Regarding Kirigakure, he didn’t believe they would treat the people of the Land of Whirlpools kindly.
Regarding Konoha, he didn’t even want to wait for news.
After the First Shinobi World War, he had no expectations from Konoha and Mito Uzumaki.
“This is a true figure, but unfortunately, he already has a death wish.”
Ebizo sighed.
Every time he thought of that Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools, he felt a burst of pity.
Their Sand ninjas loved talents, and he, Ebizo, especially loved talents with high IQ who could see the situation clearly.
That Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools was exactly the talent they liked.
…
Inside the ancestral hall of Uzushiogakure, Masahiko Uzumaki knelt in formal attire.
“Kid, come out since you’re here.
There’s no need to hide.”
Masahiko Uzumaki, who had his eyes closed praying for the ancestors to guide him on where to go, suddenly opened his eyes and scolded coldly.
“Uncle Masahiko is indeed hale and hearty.
I thought my concealment was done quite well.”
A middle-aged red-haired man walked out from the dark and said with a smile.
Masahiko Uzumaki snorted coldly and resumed his prayers:
“You kid, not acting like your Daimyo, what are you doing here?
Courting death?”
“I came here to accompany my birthplace to the yellow springs together.”
Under the moonlight in the sky, the Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools said sorrowfully.
“You are a Daimyo of a country.
Kirigakure dares to kill you?”
Masahiko Uzumaki said in shock.
“There’s nothing they wouldn’t dare.
The agreements between ninjas and countries were set by the Five Great Nations.
Kirigakure wants sealing jutsu, the Land of Water wants land, and the Daimyo and Mizukage want achievements.
What is impossible about that.”
The Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools saw things quite thoroughly.
He didn’t think the Land of Water went too far.
If he were in that position, he would do the same.
He might even be more ruthless.
“Uncle Masahiko, send the young people of the clan out.
Send them to the Land of Wind.
The older generation will stay here and accompany us to our deaths.”
Without giving Masahiko Uzumaki a chance to be shocked or speak, the Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools spoke on his own.
“Honoo hasn’t returned yet, and Konoha hasn’t sent any news.
Also, why not go to Konoha?
Our princess is there.”
Masahiko Uzumaki continued to deceive himself, becoming angry out of humiliation.
“You are not stupid.
On the contrary, you are very smart.
Unfortunately, you are too pedantic.
You use your pedantry to control your thinking.”
The Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools shook his head and laughed mockingly.
Under the moonlight, the Daimyo’s laughter made Masahiko Uzumaki’s face uglier and uglier.
“You better stay here.
Keep repenting.
I will arrange the following matters.”
The Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools glanced disdainfully at Masahiko Uzumaki, walked out of the ancestral hall, nodded to the four middle-aged Whirlpool ninjas outside, and ordered:
“Guard this place.
Manage the time yourselves, don’t let Uncle Masahiko out early.”
“Yes, Daimyo.”
The four Whirlpool ninjas replied.
Subsequently, the four stood at the four corners of the ancestral hall, jointly casting a barrier, sealing Masahiko Uzumaki inside the ancestral hall.
After finishing all this, the Daimyo walked towards the Uzushiogakure meeting hall.
Having arranged Masahiko Uzumaki, he still needed to arrange the others.
“Konoha and the Land of Fire are completely unreliable.
Mito Uzumaki is useless too.
Just being able to take good care of Kushina is already a big achievement for her.
Damn it, Hiruzen Sarutobi completely lacks the demeanor of the Third Kazekage.
If he had it, Konoha wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.”
The Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools thought angrily as he walked.
In Konoha, their Uzumaki clan still had roots.
Unfortunately, Hiruzen Sarutobi lacked the demeanor to swallow this great tonic pill, and the Daimyo of the Land of Fire went without saying.
For the Daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools, his only way out now was the path of Sunagakure represented by Yun Qing.