"Oh, you came out so quickly, it seems it's over."
Mito Vortex smiled.
Daimyo wasn't in a good mood, so he snorted and didn't answer.
The Third Generation pondered for a moment, then asked: "Daimyo -sama, what did you encounter?"
Except for Akabane and those who experienced it personally, it was difficult for others to understand what they encountered.
"Yes, grandpa, what was the fifth wave?"
Erika was also curious.
Daimyo opened his mouth, but found it difficult to speak.
Should he say that he became Hokage Guardian Wood Leaf, but was killed by Zabuza in one move?
Also, the last sentence was sarcasm!
The fifth wave?
The Third Generation awkwardly held his pipe.
Although he didn't know the details, it seemed that Daimyo lost miserably.
This kid doesn't know how to behave, can't he just go easy …?
After thinking for a long time, he still didn't know how to comfort him.
"Hiruzen, can you use the illusion game again?"
The more Daimyo thought about it, the more unwilling he was.
"Such a large-scale illusion, do you think you can use it as many times as you want?"
Mito Vortex said angrily.
"Daimyo -sama, such an illusion can only be used once."
The Third Generation explained.
"So that's how it is."
Daimyo sighed, then thought for a moment and said: "Sorry, I know too little about ninjas."
What?
Mito Vortex opened her eyes wide, she couldn't believe that this stubborn old guy would apologize!
"Daimyo -sama's talent isn't in ninjutsu or fighting, but in ruling and managing an entire country."
The Third Generation sighed and said, "Compared to that, ninjas are just tools of war."
"War is a profound subject, I don't think I can understand it with the rest of my life."
Daimyo lay down tiredly.
After a series of blows, his interest in the game quickly declined.
"It's good that you have this awareness."
Mito Vortex didn't hold back and sneered.
At this moment, Akabane, Jiraiya, Sho Sho, and Zi Xiao arrived at the spectator stand. The four of them were about to salute Daimyo …
"No need, no need!"
Daimyo's expression was very ugly. He glared at Jiraiya and felt very angry.
This white-haired guy is very similar to that annoying guy in the illusion!
"Everyone, it's time for the comic convention to end. Shall we announce it?"
Akabane asked after bowing.
"Akabane, you've expended a lot of energy. Go and rest. I'll tell you when it's over."
The Third Generation smiled.
"Yes!"
Although Chakra didn't consume that much energy, Akabane was more than happy to slack off.
Daimyo originally wanted to stay a little longer, but when he saw Jiraiya's face, he thought of words like "newbie", "Wow", "Nice fight", and so on.
"That's it, Erika, we should go back."
He waved his hand and asked someone to help him.
Erika was a bit reluctant, but the comic convention was over, and they had to return to Daimyo's residence.
His subordinates pulled the carriage over, while Erika and another subordinate helped Daimyo walk step by step to the side of the carriage.
At this time, he suddenly stopped.
"Mito, after this, perhaps we won't meet again."
Life was short. At this point, every extra day was worth it.
Daimyo raised his head and whispered. "About the Country of Whirlpools … I'm sorry."
"Get out of here."
Mito Vortex waved her hand and said in an unpleasant tone.
Tsunade didn't say anything.
'It seems that the negotiation didn't go well …'
Akabane thought to himself.
When Daimyo got into the carriage and gradually disappeared from the mountain road, Mito Vortex sighed with some disappointment.
Their generation will finally come to an end.
"The comic convention is over, everyone go back to the village to rest."
The Third Generation used Chakra to amplify his voice.
The audience in the stands heard the sound and found that Daimyo was ready to leave. They all knew that the comic convention was really over.
"It's over like this?"
"It feels so short, I didn't play for long!"
"The next time will be a long time later …"
Many people were reluctant to leave, including the ninjas.
It was just a short and rough comic convention, but for people like them who had very little entertainment, it was already a very memorable event.
"The comic convention doesn't have to be held in the village, as long as everyone wants to, they can also hold a comic convention."
Akabane stood up and said.
"Hold a comic convention?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, unable to wrap their heads around it — they could hold a show for Daimyo?
"Cough … The comic convention can be big or small, it's not a very serious event."
The Third Generation coughed lightly and said.
If he hadn't proposed to invite Daimyo, this comic convention would indeed be a small spontaneous show.
"I see."
Everyone's eyes lit up.
They only thought that this event would become a large-scale official event like the Chunin exams.
It turned out that they could also hold one …
"That's great, grandma, I want to play Lord Mito."
A little girl shouted happily.
"Idiot, Lord Mito isn't a manga character!"
"…"
Everyone's cheerful laughter didn't change among the noisy voices.
Their voices were very weak when they reached the stands, but this wasn't a problem for the ninjas.
The Third Generation took a deep breath, proud and satisfied.
However …
"Hey, sensei, don't think that you can get away with this without paying!"
Tsunade curled his lips and said.
"Third Generation -sama, you can't forget what you promised."
Akabane followed up to ask for the debt.
Wasn't he working so hard to bring the caravan to the Wind Country?
It would be difficult for the Third Generation to burn the bridge after crossing the river.
Jiraiya's mind exploded when he heard this. "You all have benefits, what about me? I painstakingly drew, but it was torn apart by the princess! "
"Idiot Jiraiya, you still have the nerve to talk about your own drawing. Drawing such a rude thing in front of everyone, you're simply throwing the face of our Wood Leaf."
Tsunade sneered.
"Okay, you won't lose out on the benefits."
The Third Generation sighed, what a group of uncute children.
But …
What a pity!
"Okay, you all go back and rest."
Mito Vortex smiled faintly.
"Yes!"
Tsunade was very happy, Mito Vortex means that she won't interfere with the money.
Akabane was curious about the result of the negotiation, but he wasn't in a hurry.
Anyway, he will know in the end, there's no need to rush. Staying here is easy to be caught.
The group turned around and prepared to leave.
"Then, goodbye."
Zi Xiao walked at the end, bowed slightly and followed everyone's footsteps.
Mito Vortex watched them leave and sighed softly.
At this time, Danzo slowly walked out from the dark.
"Monkey, Danzo, I'm an antique of the ninja world, don't even think about the Wood Leaf, I'll leave the Whirlpool Country to you."
Mito Vortex sighed.
"Lord Mito, please rest assured, I will do my best."
Danzo was rarely serious.
Whether it's benefits or feelings, he will do his best to help the Uzumaki Clan.
"Even if most of them can't be ninjas, at least …"
The Third Generation stopped halfway and took a puff of his cigarette.
In this negotiation, Daimyo finally gave in. He allowed some of the Uzumaki Clan to escape to the Land of Fire, but except for the Uzumaki Clan of Wood Leaf, the rest must hide their identity and can no longer be ninjas.
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