blenderwars Chapter 151 The War Is About to Begin Again
Chapter 151 The War Is About to Begin Again
On an open space.
Nara Shikazu stared blankly at Hatake Sakumo, then glanced at the disguised Kuroko in front of him.
The brain freezes for a few seconds.
Finally, he realized what was happening.
A surge of anger shot straight to the top of his head.
"Sakumo Hatake!"
He practically roared the name through gritted teeth.
"You sore loser!"
"You flip the chessboard when you can't win! Have you no shame?!"
"I……"
Looking at his friend's flushed face, Sakumo scratched his head awkwardly, "I just accidentally slipped."
"Slipped your hand? If you slipped your hand, could you at least sort and pack all the chess pieces for me?"
Nara Shikaku was trembling with anger. He pointed at Sakumo, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Playing chess with this guy is the worst luck imaginable.
He played one game in an hour, and just when he was about to win, he physically flipped the table.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!"
Nara Deer Antlers waved their hands as if shooing away flies.
"Who wants to play chess with you! Go find that blockhead, Qu Feng, yourself! He's not as smart as you, he definitely can't beat you!"
After saying that, he stood up angrily.
This game is unplayable.
If he continued down there, he was afraid he would lose control of Sakumo using the Shadow Imitation Technique and make him slap himself in the face.
Nara Deer Antlers' eyes narrowed slightly.
He ignored Sakumo, who was still trying to explain that it was "just a slip of the hand," and slowly walked into the silent forest.
The smell of blood was very faint, almost entirely masked by the fresh scent of grass and trees in the forest.
The deer antlers walked to a headless corpse and squatted down.
He picked something up from the corpse's clothes.
It was a metal headband.
The design engraved on it is a wave-like pattern with four curves representing flowing water.
Hidden Mist Village.
Nara Shika's brows furrowed deeply.
The laziness and displeasure on his face vanished the moment he saw the headband.
What followed was a sharpness and solemnity befitting a Konoha strategist.
Deer Horn stood up and looked back at Sakumo.
"As expected, it's Kirigakure..."
His voice became low.
"It seems that the Hokage's premonition is about to come true."
"War is about to begin again."
……
Inside the Hokage's office, the autumn morning light streamed through the carved wooden window, softly illuminating several newly added green plants.
One pot is a cactus with stubborn thorns, and the other is a pothos with its lush green leaves, adding a touch of ordinary life to this house that symbolizes the highest power in the leaf world.
Hiruzen Sarutobi leaned back in his large office chair, not dealing with the mountain of documents.
He was leisurely holding a steaming cup of tea, which his wife, Biwako, had specially brewed for him before she left home that morning. There was also a plate of delicate tea snacks next to him.
On a nearby sofa, a young man was listlessly tidying up a stack of documents.
The boy had the Nara clan's signature pineapple hairstyle, and his eyes, which should have been full of spirit, were now filled with the words "What a pain."
He was Nara Shikaku, the son of Nara Shikaku.
Hiruzen Sarutobi smiled as he looked at him, who seemed ready to lie down and fall asleep at any moment.
He picked up a cardboard box from the table and handed it over.
"Shikaku, stop frowning all the time, try this."
Nara Shikaku looked up and saw the cardboard box emitting an enticing aroma. A glimmer of light finally appeared in his previously lazy eyes.
"Thank you, Hokage-sama."
He took the box, picked up a round little dumpling with a bamboo skewer, and put it in his mouth.
The outer skin is slightly charred, while the inside is soft and chewy. The umami of the octopus, combined with the salty and sweet sauce, explodes on the taste buds.
"Mmm...it tastes amazing."
Lu Jiu mumbled incoherently, but his hands didn't stop moving as he tied up another one.
"The sauce is a little too sweet. If the acidity could be increased by about three percent to balance it, the flavor would be more impactful. Also, the bonito flakes aren't the highest grade, which affects the complexity of the flavor..."
As he ate, he subconsciously began to analyze the situation.
Hiruzen Sarutobi listened quietly, his smile growing even wider.
As expected of a Nara family member, even eating can be analyzed in great detail.
"This is the takoyaki shop that the Uchiha clan opened on Hokage Avenue."
"The taste is indeed very good. I'll try it myself sometime when I have the chance."
Lu Jiu nodded, but he found going out too troublesome, so he probably wouldn't go that far just for food.
However, free takoyaki (octopus balls) are not considered troublesome.
In this peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.
A figure appeared silently in the center of the office, as if emerging from the shadows.
The newcomer was completely clad in black, with a plain white mask covering his face. He knelt on one knee and made not a sound throughout the entire process.
They are ninjas from Root.
The atmosphere in the office seemed to become heavy in that instant.
Nara Shikaku, who was enjoying takoyaki, suddenly stopped.
That brain, far beyond that of its peers, instantly determined the person's identity and the emergency situation represented by this manner of appearance.
However, to his utter bewilderment, the Third Hokage, sitting in the main seat, showed no change in expression.
The Root ninja silently took out a scroll from his pocket and presented it with both hands.
The scroll was black, bound with scarlet silk thread, and branded with a complex, spiraling sealing incantation.
The highest level of encryption on the reel.
Nara Shikaku's heart skipped a beat.
He knew that this level of intelligence was enough to shake the entire Hidden Leaf Village.
However, Hiruzen Sarutobi's expression remained unchanged.
He finished the last piece of wagashi in his hand, then picked up his teacup and drank the still-warm tea.
After doing all this, Hiruzen Sarutobi reached out and picked up the black scroll.
Without even trying to undo the complex sealing technique, he simply ran his fingertip across the scroll, and the scarlet threads automatically fell off.
He unrolled the scroll and scanned it quickly.
Nara Shikaku stared intently at the Hokage's profile, trying to catch even the slightest hint of emotion.
Surprise, solemnity, anger...
However, there was nothing there.
Hiruzen Sarutobi's expression remained unchanged, as calm as if he were looking at a routine report about the ninja academy's cafeteria's procurement list for next month.
After reading it, he casually placed the scroll on the table.
"understood."
He spoke calmly to the Root ninja who was kneeling on one knee.
"Yes."
The Root ninja responded, and his figure, just as when he appeared, silently transformed into a shadow and vanished.
Silence returned to the office.
All that remained was the hustle and bustle of the street outside the window and the gentle rustling of the pothos leaves.
understood?
That's it?
Nara Shikaku felt like his brain was going blank.
That was a top-grade encrypted reel sent from the root!
My father said that the last time such a scroll appeared was during the last Shinobi World War.
Can……
Is the Hokage... failing to grasp the importance of intelligence? Or perhaps...
A thought that even Nara Shikaku himself found absurd uncontrollably surfaced from the depths of his mind.