Comparison of the two Hokage: Both ninja worlds are devastated.

Isn't he afraid of being criticized? Isn't he afraid of being condemned by thousands and despised by the masses?

I can now give you a clear answer: I'm really not afraid.

Including killing the Third Hokage,

I only start doing or planning things after I've thought through the consequences of doing them and determined that I can bear the costs.

When I get what I truly want, everything else can be treated as fleeting clouds, let them drift away with the wind.

Chapter 49 A Happy Ending

"Is it the most precious thing you truly desire, and the unnecessary price you have to pay?"

"What is the most precious thing that I truly desire?"

Hearing Uehara Shimei's voice, Tsunade also muttered to herself.

At this moment, she couldn't help but recall the boy's consistent style of doing things.

A promise is a promise, and we forge ahead without hesitation.

Many things that others would take very seriously, or even avoid at all costs, show absolutely no reverence in him.

They did it without hesitation.

Even Orochimaru, in the same situation, could not be as decisive as him most of the time.

For example, the third generation,

Who would have thought that this guy, in a fit of anger, would actually rush into the office and cut off the other person's head?

This is the shadow of an entire village; it represents and involves far too many things.

The Third Shinobi World War originated from the disappearance of the Third Kazekage of Sunagakure.

As Tsunade pondered this, for some reason, her expression suddenly turned extremely unpleasant:

"So, the nonsense you spouted in class when you were seven years old was actually your dream?"

"I think I've always said that, haven't I?"

Tsunade:"……"

A moment later, Tsunade asked again:

"If that's the case, then why are you so dedicated to governing Konoha, pacifying the ninja world, and even going to such lengths..."

Uehara Siming shook her head, directly interrupting the second half of her sentence.

"You are still shallow."

People often have a ridiculously naive prejudice that a good person should be good in every way, and that their actions and clear mind should be without the slightest flaw.

If he does even the slightest evil deed that goes against his reputation, his image will immediately collapse, and people will suspect that he has ulterior motives and that everything he did before was a pretense.

Bad people are bad in everything, and they always start by exploring and viewing things from a conspiracy theory perspective.

Just like the Second Hokage, who was always talking about evil, it even became his catchphrase.

It's just that he's not married. Otherwise, I suspect that if he ever found out his wife was pregnant, he would habitually start by saying "Evil Uchiha!"

Reality is not a novel, and people are complex.

I have never said that I want to be a complete saint, nor have I ever given up my duty as a savior.

In life and in work, always adhere to one simple principle: no regrets, no remorse.

A kind-hearted, gentle, elegant, and beautiful girl, just like a dream goddess.

If I stand idly by and watch her jump into the fire just because I care about what others say, I will definitely regret it in the future.

So I got to work, and it was that simple.

Let me tell you a secret: I didn't originally plan to make a move against the Third Hokage so soon.

But he actually planned to break me and Kushina up because of Mikoto, and even let that old dog Danzo run rampant. How could I tolerate that?

Damn it, if he lives even one more second, I'll never be named Shangyuan again.

"Being blinded by lust for power was the reason I killed him, not the reason I killed him at that time."

Tsunade's expression became extremely strange.

I instinctively picked up the glass to take a sip, only to find it was completely empty, so I could only awkwardly put it back on the table.

She really didn't expect it.

The Hokage, a legendary ninja hero, died because he stopped this guy from picking up girls... This...

It's somewhat absurd.

Uehara Shinmei ignored Tsunade, who was completely shocked.

With a flash, he returned with a blue wine jug filled with fine wine in his hand.

The amber-colored liquor flowed slowly from the spout.

Uehara Shinmei deliberately aimed at the lip print Tsunade had left on the wine glass, and then made a series of sounds that were almost identical to the sounds of enjoyment and intoxication that Tsunade had made when she drank.

"Look at your potential."

Tsunade rolled her eyes in annoyance.

I wanted to turn my head away from this horrible scene, but in the end I couldn't resist the temptation of the original brand of jasmine wine and couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

I have no idea how this guy managed to do it; even his brewing skills are exceptional.

They actually came up with the idea of ​​making wine from flowers, and the wines made from different flowers have completely different effects and flavors.

She searched the entire ninja world but couldn't find a single one with a similar taste or texture.

"No ambition?"

Hearing that Tsunade's tone was merely reproachful, Uehara Shimei's lips immediately curled into a smile.

Sometimes, don't treat goddesses like real gods. At appropriate times, it's okay to make some slightly excessive but not too outrageous jokes.

At this point, if she doesn't strongly object, you can make some "jokes" that are even more outrageous than before.

Without the slightest hesitation,

With a single, ravenous pounce, Tsunade, whose face was filled with astonishment, was knocked down onto the Hokage Rock.

He stuck out his tongue without any restraint or politeness.

After a long while, he finally parted his lips, panting.

With a smug look on his face, as if to say, "Hey little girl, how about it? Got a lesson for talking nonsense?" he asked Tsunade.

"Are you successful now?"

Uehara Shinmei thought that even if Tsunade didn't fly into a rage, she would at least flee in disarray.

To my utter surprise, this time, they didn't even seem inclined to get up.

She simply blushed, tilted her head, and said in a haughty voice:

"Still no, you coward."

Upon hearing this, even Uehara Siming was momentarily stunned.

The next second, a look of ecstatic joy spread across his entire face.

"Damn it, if I don't make this clear to you, I'll change my surname from Uehara."

At this moment, Tsunade was still beneath him.

With just a gentle pull of his arms, she was completely drawn into his embrace.

The next second, the two disappeared, leaving only two tables that had been knocked askew in the video footage.

The flow of time accelerated again.

In the sky behind us, it was unclear whether dark clouds were obscuring the moon's view, or whether the moon was shyly hiding behind the clouds.

In short, the screen went completely black.

The sudden action of someone made the disappointed audience, who had previously seen Tsunade only snatch a cup of wine, extremely excited.

The scroll painting was instantly flooded with posts from countless excited viewers.

"Where's the back?"

"Where's the back?"

"Where's the back?"

"I want to complain! I just got to the most exciting part, why was it cut off?"

"We want to see what happens next."

"Why don't you show us the footage below?"

……

Chapter 50 The Birth of the Seven Ninja Sects

After Tsunade and Uehara Shimei's marriage was completed, the video's pace noticeably accelerated.

The scene flashed by, and we were in a pristine, white hospital room with white walls, a white bed, white gowns, white floors, and white furniture. Almost everywhere we looked was a pristine white.

In the corner of the screen, Tsunade is struggling angrily, seemingly intending to get up and leave the hospital, but she is being held down by four nurses who were prepared in advance.

In the very center, a sophisticated female doctor in a white coat is holding a baby who is flailing its limbs and crying loudly.

The voice reported with delight:

"Congratulations, Hokage! Congratulations, Tsunade! What a lively young master!"

The scene flashes again, and Tsunade is still struggling in her hospital bed.

It was the same intelligent female doctor in the white coat, holding a quiet, well-behaved baby with bright, sparkling eyes.

The voice reported with delight: