Nangong Zhe looked at the thick script and didn't say anything. He just slowly flipped through it.
The Altar Masters didn't say anything. They were waiting for Nan Gongzhe to finish reading the draft and see if he had any comments.
It didn't take long for Nangong Zhe to finish reading the script in his hand, but his expression was indescribably strange.
Although the script wasn't bad, it was long-winded, and there were many meaningless words that were repeatedly piled up. Nangong Zhe really didn't know what to say.
"This script …" Nangong Zhe handed the thick script in his hand back to Hou Tu, "Although there's no problem, it's a bit too cumbersome."
Nangong Zhe said, but he also remembered the time when he was still in Konoha, every time he gave a speech to Hokage-Sama, and then he thought about the state he was in every time he listened to Hokage-Sama's speech. He couldn't help but feel conflicted about this tedious speech.
"You see, I'm just saying that a long-winded script is definitely unbearable for the Head Seat. You all just don't listen, you all insist that this is the only way to highlight the prestige of the Head Seat. "
Hearing Nangong Zhe's words, Akame immediately came out and said anxiously.
Looking at Akame's rough appearance, Nangong Zhe really couldn't connect such a person with the image of hiring ninjas to kill a village and snatch the Heaven's Calamity Sword.
Is there something else hidden or is this a careful disguise? Nangong Zhe couldn't tell at the moment, maybe more time is needed to test it.
"I wonder what the Head Seat thinks?"
Hou Tu, who has always been steady, also asked.
"This succession ceremony is actually equivalent to letting the members of the Blood Cloth Pavilion know me as the new Head Seat, so there's no practical significance in saying so many flowery words. I also have some scripts in my mind, if you don't mind, I'll go on stage myself. "
Nangong Zhe said his opinion one by one.
"Head Seat, although the succession ceremony is an internal event, it is also extremely important. It's not that I don't believe you, but there should be no loopholes in the speech. "
Aoki suddenly said.
"Of course, I will definitely not let you down. The Blood Cloth Pavilion is not only your Blood Cloth Pavilion, but also mine, Nangong Zhe's Blood Cloth Pavilion. "
Hearing Nangong Zhe say this, the Altar Masters had nothing to say.
They all saluted Nangong Zhe, then went out one by one to supervise the layout of the venue.
Only Nangong Zhe remained, watching the Blood-Garment Pavilion's disciples busying themselves with the ceremony. No one knew what he was thinking.
Not long after that, it was already late..
. the Blood's Pavilion's's's's's's's's't.
Nangong Zhe didn't show up, he just stayed inside the attic.
Many people took their seats, and the five Altar Masters of the Five Elements Altar were already standing on the round platform that Nangong Zhe had been looking at for a long time.
The oldest, Aoki, took a step forward, then gathered his internal strength and spoke.
"Thank you for putting down your many things and coming to the headquarters of the Blood Cloth Pavilion."
Aoki's slightly old voice became extremely loud under the influence of his internal strength, even Nangong Zhe, who was inside the attic, could hear it clearly.
"My Blood Cloth Pavilion has always existed as a hidden force in the ninja world. We have never fought for hegemony or bullied the weak. We are just like the beginning, an organization established by a group of internal strength cultivators for self-protection. All our actions are carried out for self-protection, this has always been our purpose. "
"However, the Blood Cloth Pavilion has always been incomplete. After the death of Banishment Senpai, the Head of the Blood Cloth Pavilion has been vacant. Banishment Senpai left the Nine Dragon Painting Wall for us, and the path of Dragonization is the only test to succeed the Head of the Blood Cloth Pavilion. However, none of us unfilial descendants were able to successfully pass through these checkpoints. It really makes one sigh endlessly. "
"However, today is different from the past. In the past, our Blood-Cloak Pavilion could live in the isolated world of Shinobi and protect ourselves from the flames of war. But now, the Ninja World is becoming more and more confusing, and some of the information from Aquamarine Altar is enough to prove that there is an undercurrent in the Ninja World. "
"Until one month ago, a person came to our Blood Cloth Pavilion with the Sword of Banishment Senpai."
"It was he who passed the path of Dragonization with his own strength and got the recognition of the Blood Cloth left by Banishment Senpai. So the five of us have gathered all of you here to meet the new Head of the Blood Cloth Pavilion! "
After Aoki finished his last sentence, he had already led the five Altar Lords to stand together in two rows, and the empty road in the middle was directly facing the door of the Blood Cloth Pavilion.
The door, which was still closed, slowly opened at this moment with a somewhat muffled "squeak" sound.
A person was standing inside the door.
The figure was slightly thin and wore a blood-red brocade robe.
His black hair was soft and low, almost touching his shoulders.
He was holding a very simple looking black sword in his arms.
But these couldn't compare to the eyes of the person. A pair of starry eyes and sharp eyebrows seemed to have endless wisdom and calmness.
This person was Nangong Zhe, who was known as' Yama 'and was about to become the Head of the Blood Cloth Pavilion.
There was no applause, no cheers, just the sight of Nangong Zhe.
Silence, but also with an inexplicable power.
Stomp …
Nangong Zhe took a step forward, and the sound of his feet hitting the ground was so clear as though it was ringing in everyone's ears.
Without stopping, Nangong Zhe's footsteps did not stop.
As the sound of his feet hitting the ground resounded, Nangong Zhe began to release waves of pressure from his body.
In the beginning, the pressure was very weak, just like an ordinary young man who had just cultivated for a few years.
However, this pressure wasn't constant. Instead, it was constantly increasing in strength.
One step …
Two steps …
Three steps …
…
Nangong Zhe was getting closer to the huge round platform, and the pressure on his body was getting stronger.
Gradually, some of the ordinary disciples from the Green Wood Altar could not hold on anymore.
Their knees kept shaking as though they would immediately kneel on the ground if there was a little external force.
Subsequently, it was not just the ordinary disciples from the Green Wood Altar, but the middle-level cadres of the Blood Cloth Pavilion who were weaker below the platform also became like the ordinary disciples.
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