After crossing the border, the team plunged into the continuous rain, large, small, clear and gentle like falling beads, violent and muddy like a scoop, as Makoto and his party continued to advance, it was like a "rain" expo in front of them, but it did not live up to the name of the country in the name of rain.

"Fujiwara-sama, please come down and take a walk." The water gate shouted through the car door, although there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, but if the road is all mud nearly a foot deep, then in any case, it will not be possible for a carriage to pass.

"Understood." Zong Chun is not the kind of weak aristocrat who is useless, he lifted the curtain, did not twist, and directly stepped the specially changed clogs on his feet into the cold and delicate soil.

Yusi quickly wet the young nobleman's clothes, but Zong Chun didn't care, and still held his head high like a military general who led the army, maintaining the awe-inspiring demeanor of the noble.

This alone is enough to make the Mizumon, who is accustomed to seeing the fat-headed and big-eared aristocratic lord, secretly praise, this Fujiwara Sojun, as the intelligence said, is now a rare talent in the court of the country of fire.

"Offended." As he spoke, he saw that there were fierce warriors on the left and right who put on a pure black coat for Zong Chun, and Cheng next to him wore his red trench coat and hat, and stepped forward to seal the carriage psychic seal into the scroll.

"It's a wonderful spell." Seeing that a carriage turned into a small scroll of paper in the blink of an eye, Zong Chun couldn't help but sigh: "With this magical ability, it will be much more convenient for ninjas to do anything." ”

Makoto picked up the scroll from the ground, tucked it into his sleeve, and stood aside to let the rain slide down his windbreaker.

Even when he couldn't cultivate, he was used to keeping silent, and he didn't know how to do anything that would attract the attention of others unless he had to. Just keep it unobtrusive, put a layer of inaccessible shell on yourself, so that no one will want to talk and get closer, and the time saved from it can be used to study your ninjutsu.

Because the air is full of rain threads, if you cultivate the chakra with high temperature, the distortion and steam in the air can easily be seen, and for Makoto, the weather in the land of rain is the most annoying.

Mizuto glanced at Makoto who was silently pretending to be a wooden man, had a headache, and said helplessly: "Yes, the use of the sealing scroll is indeed very convenient for ninjas, but unfortunately, without chakra, this kind of prop cannot be used." ”

Zong Chun nodded, this is also the reason why this kind of thing that contains great profit margins has not been promoted, compared to the huge population of various countries, the number of ninjas is really as rare as a drop in the ocean.

He slowly thought to himself, if it weren't for the fact that that person had made contracts with the major powers, with the financial resources of the major powers, he would not have been unable to cultivate a profession that could also use the magical power of [chakra].

You must know that since the rise of ninjas, samurai, monks, and even ancient onmyojis who have been defeated and withdrawn from the stage of history have been learning this power, but they have been tacitly suppressed by the major ninja villages.

There are no more than 10,000 samurai, and no more than 1,000 rest.

This is the red line that the ninja who once had the name of [Living God] set for other professions.

This amount is the real [Red Line], dyed red with the blood of the new samurai that multiplied this amount.

Did the lord who left the lives of the new samurai of the Iron Country with less than 10,000 people really intimidated by the joint condemnation of the 47 daimyos, or did he deliberately leave the last glimmer of hope and fig leaf for the daimyo and nobles?

Taking this step is equivalent to completely tearing the last ** of the daimyo, the thousand-armed lord lifted the new samurai and let it go gently, who played with whom between applause?

A gust of wind blew, and the cool rain went straight into the neckline, and the cold feeling made Zong Chun come back to his senses.

What's the use of thinking so much? The Iron Nation was now nothing more than an old dog curled up on the ground and barely barking for its master.

"Fujiwara-sama?"

His eyes refocused, and in front of him was the gentle and polite young ninja.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted."

Shuimen smiled kindly, raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and Zong Chun also smiled in return, and walked towards the mountain.

The rain was still falling, gradually wetting the bare air hair of the water gate, the short golden hair hung down, stuck together in strands, the water gate raised his hand to wipe it, and the afterglow swept to a pale light flashing from the side.

Kakashi's location...... The water gate frowned imperceptibly, and looked at the honest envoy behind him.

Makoto nodded slightly, sealed, and disappeared in place.

Makoto didn't use the usual means of leaving a clone in place to cover it up, so when he saw Makoto suddenly disappear, Rain Shinobi, who was wearing an ugly breathing apparatus, knew that something was wrong.

"Hello."

The red figure appeared three steps away, a distance that would not cause an attack for the time being, but could achieve the purpose of deterring the opponent.

Yushinobu took a deep breath, calmed down, and spoke, "Is it Makoto-sama Uchiha?" There is no malice under it. ”

If you don't have malicious intent, don't hide in the shadows and watch, this is already proof of a declaration of war in the ninja world.

Makoto wanted to say that, but unfortunately he couldn't.

As early as when entering the border of the Land of Rain, Makoto and Mizumon found a few tails attached to them.

Of course, Fujiwara Muneru has the identity of a righteous envoy, and he is accompanied by a dangerous and prestigious ninja like Makoto and Mizumon, if he thinks that Hanzo will not react at all, he will look down on this ninja demigod too much.

Sending this kind of guy with ordinary ninja strength to follow and monitor is a gesture of goodwill and harmlessness - although Makoto also feels that except for Hanzo himself, there are not many guys in the entire Rain Country who are qualified to pair him and Mizumon.

So Mizumon and Makoto also acquiesced to the existence of these tails, and if it weren't for Kakashi's reckless action, they would have decided to let these ninjas follow them all the way to Rain Ninja Village.

Makoto sighed, gestured to the left side of Yunin, and said, "Hello, please raise your left foot if you are troublesome." ”

The rain was startled, and subconsciously focused his attention on his feet.

Boom.

The sound of the wire breaking, several detonators burning and bouncing off the ground, steaming flames and steam in the rain, and a roaring sound shook a large area of rain.

A pale glimmer appeared behind Yu Shinobi, who was in a hurry, and then the sword light that lit up made Makoto can't help but think of his father.