As a person who pursues strength, the most important thing is to see one's own heart clearly.
Watergate was like this, and Nangong Zhe was the same. People have to examine themselves again and again to make great progress. Nangong Zhe was able to reach this step naturally because he examined his own heart countless times.
Nangong Zhe did fight for the Wood leaf, but that was not because Nangong Zhe recognized the Wood leaf, but because Nangong Zhe almost coincidentally brought his young sister to a small town under the Wood leaf.
If Nangong Zhe happened to go to Sunagakure or Kumo Shinobu, Nangong Zhe also had the possibility of joining these Ninja Villages. ,
For Nangong Zhe, Wood leaf was not a special existence.
It was just a place he passed by. The current Wood leaf for Nangong Zhe was far inferior to the Blood Cloth Pavilion. After all, the Blood Cloth Pavilion was the power in Nangong Zhe's own hands. If he had to compare, the Blood Cloth Pavilion could be regarded as his own home.
This is why every time Nangong Zhe helped Wood leaf, it was only because of a whim or a fair exchange of interests.
But now, Watergate wanted to use this kind of method mixed with threats to let Nangong Zhe and even the Blood Cloth Pavilion behind Nangong Zhe directly participate in the Ninja Allied Forces decided by the Five Kages Conference. But now that the Five Kages Conference is over, the various positions in such an Allied Forces must have been allocated. Now that the Blood Cloth Pavilion was involved in such a situation, what role would the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion play in it?
They would be nothing more than cannon fodder!
The Blood Cloth Pavilion was the power in his hands, and Nangong Zhe would never allow anyone to treat the Blood Cloth Pavilion as a dispensable consumable.
When he heard Nangong Zhe unabashedly admit that he was the supreme leader of the Blood Cloth Pavilion, Watergate had already expected that Nangong Zhe would refuse his invitation with a relatively strong attitude.
Watergate has never underestimated any strong person, let alone Nangong Zhe, who he was not sure he could control.
"I'm being rude, but the Shinobi World needs the help of the Blood Cloak Pavilion. I hope you can consider it carefully. After all, we can't guarantee that we can successfully defeat the Akatsuki with only the Ninja Allied Forces. In order to protect the future of the Ninja World, even without the participation of the Blood Cloth Pavilion, we will do our best. "
Watergate apologized to Nangong Zhe, but when he spoke, the words' Ninja Allied Forces', 'defeat', and 'do our best' were particularly clear. There is also a saying in the Ninja World, that is, 'to resist foreign aggression, one must first stabilize the internal situation.'
If you want to win a war, you must maintain stability in your own camp. Although the Blood Cloth Pavilion has not yet made clear which side they are on, and some of the conflicts between the Blood Cloth Pavilion and the Akatsuki are relatively secret things, Watergate did not know.
Seeing that Watergate was still putting pressure on him verbally, Nangong Zhe's mood became worse and worse. Taking a deep look at Watergate, Nangong Zhe looked at Watergate and said coldly:
"See the guest out!"
Although he has tried his best to restrain himself, the majestic anger hidden in it can't be suppressed.
And Watergate knew that he can't continue to speak, the pressure is enough, so he doesn't need to continue to add fuel to the fire and let Nangong Zhe directly explode here.
Nodding to Nangong Zhe, Watergate didn't wait for Mashiro sitting on the side to send him to the door, he has already walked to the side of the door and directly opened the door and walked out.
When Watergate has already walked away, Nangong Zhe finally didn't need to suppress the anger in his heart, he directly slapped the short table in front of him.
"Bang!!!"
Obviously it was just such a slap, but it made a terrible sound like a tsunami hitting a boulder.
After such a slap, Nangong Zhe finally realized that he can't show such an attitude in front of his family, so he slightly apologized to Mashiro sitting on his side and said:
"Sorry, I'm really …"
Before Nangong Zhe finished speaking, Mashiro directly went to Nangong Zhe's side and hugged the kneeling on the ground. Hugging Nangong Zhe's head, Mashiro put his mouth beside Nangong Zhe's ear, not knowing if he is comforting himself or Nangong Zhe, his mouth softly whispered:
"It's okay, it's okay …"
Little Linger and Nangong Rou, who have been hiding in their room, also opened a gap in their room and looked at Nangong Zhe sitting on the ground with Mashiro hugging his head.
Little Linger's eyes were very pure, but there was a hint of worry in them.
But at this moment, Nangong Rou's eyes were more complicated. The sadness, worry, reluctance, helplessness, and relief mixed together like paint appeared in Nangong Rou's eyes.
But in the end, Little Linger and Nangong Rou closed their room door, because what Nangong Zhe needs now, only Mashiro can give it to him.
Feeling the questions from Mashiro and listening to Mashiro's comforting words, Nangong Zhe finally calmed down.
Nangong Zhe has been pursuing a peaceful life all his life, but one troublesome thing after another directly crashed into him. When Nangong Zhe was still weak, he could only passively accept this kind of coercion. But now, Nangong Zhe has become one of the strongest people in the Shinobi World, and only a few people can beat him in terms of power.
But now, he has clearly grown and become stronger, but in the face of the general trend, he still looks so powerless.
This kind of gap, this kind of gap, this kind of gap, this kind of gap, this kind of gap, this kind of gap, this kind of gap, and this kind of gap made Nangong Zhe very unacceptable.
But as a mature enough person, although there is no way to perfectly control his emotions in some situations, he must adjust himself after a period of time.
At this moment, Nangong Zhe naturally adjusted himself with the help of Mashiro.
Finally, Nangong Zhe got rid of his anger just now, slowly stood up and opened the paper door in his living room. The wind rushed from the outside into the room, blowing the white robe on Nangong Zhe's body, and blew the short table that Nangong Zhe just slapped into a cloud of dust.
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