Hokage: Sorry, Danzo is a good person

A group of Iwanin wearing Konoha costumes hid on both sides of the road, staring at the carriage coming from afar.

One of the young Iwanin wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead, approached the team leader's ear, and said with some anxiety:

"Captain, do we really want to do this?"

Captain Yannin turned his head and glared at him, patted his shoulder, comforted him and said:

"Just take action, why think so much?"

At the same time, in the carriage convoy in the distance, a child was sitting and playing beside the father who was driving the carriage. The father's face, which was darkened by the sun all year round, grinned and looked contentedly at the food behind him and the children beside him.

"These days are getting better and better. After the food purchase this time, everyone will definitely be able to eat dumplings in the New Year!"

The middle-aged man sitting in the second carriage heard the words and smiled, wiped off the saliva unconsciously, and said cheerfully:
"Hey, I haven't eaten dumplings for many years, but I really miss that taste."

At this time, a pig tied to the carriage snorted, which made the child also yell.

"Father, I want to eat meat! I want to eat dumplings too!"

"Hahahahaha." Everyone in the convoy laughed and looked into the distance with hope. If everything goes well, they will be able to reach the village by this time tomorrow.

The village is some distance away from the town, and every time it sells something to the city to exchange for daily necessities to maintain the whole village, it can be said that the food on the carriage now is the guarantee of whether the village can eat food.

An old man in the carriage in the middle sucked the smoke in the pipe contentedly, let out a breath slowly, and looked at the smoke dissipating in the air with some reluctance.

Sure enough, the tobacco in the city is pure, and I really hate to spit it out.

Looking at the big and small in the convoy, he smiled and said, "Hey, I don't have to think so much, as long as the village is safe and sound, thanks to the peace now."

"Yes, yes." Everyone looked at what they had now, and their eyes narrowed with smiles.

Suddenly, a few kunai flew over and blocked the way of a group of villagers. Captain Iwanin walked out from both sides of the road with everyone pretending to be Konoha ninjas.

Seeing this, the old man quickly put down the pipe in his hand, walked quickly to the front of the crowd, looked at the outfits of the Yannin, and said with a smile on his face:

"Dear Konoha ninjas, this is the Land of Wind, do you have anything we can do for you?"

Regardless of the purpose of this group of "Konoha Ninjas" appearing here, judging from the kunai they shot, it should be that the comers are not good, and they hope to use the reputation of sand ninjas to force them back.

Captain Yannin took a look at him, stepped forward, kicked the old man away, and said arrogantly:
"I, Konoha Ninja, have acted all my life, why should I explain to you?"

A rock ninja behind him also stood up and looked at the villagers with disdain.

"If you are sensible, leave those things behind."

"Village head!" The villagers looked at the old man who was kicked down, and glared at the rock ninjas one by one.

"I don't like the look in your eyes." Captain Iwanin looked at them coldly, his lips moved slightly, and Kunai in his hand danced in his palm like a butterfly.

The old man who was kicked over managed to stand up with his body, and shouted to the people in the village: "Stay back."

"Master ninjas, these things can be given to you, but can you leave some carriages for us." Blood dripped from his mouth, and his blood-stained teeth lit up, flattering him.

"Village chief, but" the villagers behind him saw that the village chief agreed to the unreasonable request of the ninja in front of him, and hurriedly said.

"To shut up!"

The old man turned around and scolded them, then lowered his head in front of Yan Ren.

"Huh, Hugh..." Captain Iwain wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a masked Iwain behind him. He was about to be furious, but when he saw the latter, he swallowed his breath again.

"Yes." Masked Yan Ren said coldly.

The village chief bowed gratefully, then led the villagers to unload the supplies, and pulled the carriage to the side.

"You can get out!"

Masked Iwa waved at them impatiently, as if chasing flies away. Captain Iwa Ninja wanted to say something behind him, but was stopped by his eyes.

The old man hurriedly drove away with a group of villagers without stopping for a moment.

After they all left, Captain Iwanin tore off the black cloth covering his face, and said with a bit of resentment:

"Master Ohnogi, why didn't you leave them all behind and give them back the carriage?"

"Hmph, idiot, our purpose is not to do this, but to let them report to Sand Ninja to cause a war between the two countries!

Moreover, having a carriage can speed up their journey. "

The veil of the masked Iwanoshi was blown up by the wind, and it was the young Onoki.

"Subordinates are dull." Captain Iwanin lowered his head and bowed to the leader of the younger generation in the village in front of him.

Onogi hummed softly, his eyes showed kindness, looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, shook his head, and sighed.

"Everything is for the village."

Stirring up a war is already a huge crime, so there is no need to get your hands full of blood. Once a war happens, civilians will always be injured.

"Captain, what about those supplies?" A rock ninja approached captain rock ninja and said softly.

He looked at the cheap coarse grains and the lean pigs without much meat, and shook his hands in disgust, "The pigs are slaughtered, and I will eat meat tonight. Those coarse grains are for people to eat? Burn them directly!"

The villagers who drove the carriage to the distance saw the raging fire ignited in the grain pile in the distance, almost couldn't hold back their tears, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn Konoha ninja!"

Immediately looking at their backbone, Liushenwuzhu said:

"Village chief, what should we do now?"

As soon as the old man wiped the blood from his lips, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he came to a carriage by himself with a whip.

"Go back, the old man can't swallow this breath, I will report it to the city! I don't believe it, there is no law for this!"

"I'll go too!" The middle-aged man holding the child stood up, handed the child to the villagers, and jumped into the carriage with firm eyes.

"You cough, good young man." The old man wanted to refuse at first, but his chest ached from being kicked just now, thinking that if he died on the way, there would still be someone who could continue, so he agreed.