Chapter 339, there is no room

Raise the teacup in your hand and take a sip of the tea in the cup while the aroma of tea has not yet dissipated - in fact, for some people, all that can be tasted is the bitter taste.

"Young people can't experience the fun of bitter tea~"

The man known as the god of the ninja world is now only living in the forbidden land of the Thousand Hands Clan, in order to ensure that the effectiveness of this hole card is maximized, the existence of the Thousand Hands Pillar has now become a top secret - in other words, in addition to the Orochimaru, Eagle and Maitreya who were present at the time, only Mizumon and Zhenyong himself remained.

Of course, Tsuruma himself has no objection to the decision to deal with this matter - the thing that has made Zhenyong certain after a few years of getting along is that in addition to the strong strength of the ninja god, it is his determination to always regard the interests of Konoha as the supreme.

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Frowning, since he had seen through it, of course Zhenyong didn't plan to continue drinking these amazingly bitter things - he had endless wine and food at home, so why cling to these so-called styles?

"I don't think I'll ever appreciate this in my life."

"What, that disgusted look." Pouted, compared to other strong people, the only headache between the pillars is probably the unfinished childlike heart... Sometimes, this ninja who can almost turn an entire era upside down will always do something that makes people laugh and cry.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a cup of bitter tea, and I don't put anything weird on you."

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Regarding this, Zhenyong can only smile helplessly.

Yes, it may be that from a moral point of view, some humanitarian elements are missing from this transformation that violates the laws of nature, but from a strategic perspective, it is indeed the most appropriate approach.

No, or even if this is done, it is still undecided whether the Thousand Hands Pillar will be able to defeat Madara Uchiha now.

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Of course, even if he said that, Zhenyong couldn't get angry in this resentful look.

"So, there's nothing to do about it..."

Obviously he didn't do anything wrong, but he wanted to coax an old monster who was good enough to be his grandfather like a child... Speaking of which, it is really unfortunate that Zhenyong has to take on such a drudgery.

"Okay, okay, I'll admit that I did propose to put you with a pair of writing wheels and things like that, but I should have explained the situation to you about Madara."

Zhenyong shook his head helplessly, if it weren't for the existence of this big boss, who would want to do these superfluous things, he believed in his own strength, and he also believed in the ability of Watergate and the entire Konoha as a whole, but he would never put all his eggs in one basket!

This is not a game, but an existential war, and Shin Yong has no choice.

Squinting his eyes, Senju looked into the endless distanceβ€”of course, he wouldn't give others much choice.

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The conference room of the University of Nuoda was quiet enough to distinguish everyone's breathing.

For Sha Shinobi, the messenger sent by Konoha in front of him has no intention of sending charcoal in the snow at all - of course, nominally, he is indeed here to provide corresponding assistance, but Konoha's kindness obviously needs to be exchanged for a more headache... This time, the conditions are indeed difficult for some strongmen.

"Whew..."

Sighing, as the wind shadow, the karma was the first to break the peace, and if he stayed like this, he would not have any results, and in that tone, it was better to make a simple and decisive decision.

"I'm sorry, but although we need Konoha support very much, I can't accept something like using human pillar power as a proton."

That's right, this is exactly the decision of Konoha higher-ups - Konoha needs Sand Shinobi as an ally in the war, but they need a vassal who will not betray! In exchange for the power of the human pillar, only by doing so, Konoha will give the necessary protection to the sand ninja.

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The air became even more dull, and Itachi, who was standing at the other end of the office, did not react to the answer, on the contrary, he deliberately extended the silence, as if he was holding a sharp long knife and putting it on the neck of all the sand shinobi...

"I'm afraid you didn't hear what I said before."

He didn't even look at it.

"This matter will not go through the Konoha Elder Body, but will be decided directly by the Thousand-Hand True Warrior Organ... In other words, "Itachi paused, as if it instantly choked the throats of all the murderous elders

"There is no room for negotiation."