After returning to the royal capital, the daimyo immediately organized forces to thoroughly investigate the matter of the white stranger, but as for whether there would be any gains, Yasuo said that he was not optimistic.

The black gang, with their anti-reconnaissance ability, was once under the noses of the two brothers in Yuromo Village, and the Daimyo's investigation is estimated to be doomed to be fruitless.

After treating the critically ill Daimyo, Mr. Yasuo, an enthusiastic citizen of the Land of Fire, once again saved the Daimyo's favorite little granddaughter and grandson, which can be said to have made an immortal contribution.

So Yasuo spent the next week living a rotten aristocratic life in the mansion of the daimyo.

It is the so-called full of warm thoughts**.

Comrade Yasuo, who came to stretch out his hand to eat and open his mouth, after he was idle, planned to tease the maids and maids in the house if he had nothing to do, but considering that the True Iron Fist Invincible Tsunade was on his side, he could only give up.

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In the days when there was no internet, Yasuo and Tsunade were bored.

At this time, the two of them were like two salted fish, with a small salted fish rope tree, lying in the garden to bask in the sun.

The warm winter afternoon sun sprinkled on the tip of his nose, making Yasuo yawn.

However, Tsunade didn't feel sleepy, and he looked at Yasuo with his spare eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, Yasuo, who was about to close his upper and lower eyelids, sat up suddenly, and muttered with a distorted expression, "Madara...... There's a lot of calculus, so it's time to clean your teeth......"

"Madara, who is that?" Tsunade asked curiously, although she knew a Madara grandfather, she didn't think in that direction.

"A stubborn old man."

Yasuo shook his head, jumped off the recliner, and said, "Where's your study?" I haven't written a story for a long time, and suddenly my hands are itchy. ”

"Study?"

Tsunade was stunned for a moment, this kind of thing seems to have been abandoned a long time ago, right?

In the end, Yasuo was still in the study of the rope tree, channeling the almighty Tamu-kun.

"I heard that you also have a study of calligraphy?" Yasuo asked.

Tam nodded, "In my long life, I was also a lover of art, and in addition to playing the guitar, calligraphy was also my hobby. ”

"That's fine."

Yasuo had a smile on his face.

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, so may I ask, is Yasuo a gentleman?

With the specific coordinates of age spots and blackness, how can you not prepare a return gift for them?

Dare to touch my brother-in-law, ah no, dare to touch my little brother, if you don't give them some eye medicine, how can Yasuo be happy?

Originally, Yasuo planned to end the boos on Gu Madye's head, but in the end Yasuo gave up this boring idea.

Hey, after all, you and Zhuma have also been in love, and if this sincere relationship is forgotten by time, it is a sad thing.

Thinking so, Yasuo picked up his pen and scribbled a few lines of large characters on the white paper.......

"Chapter 1, the end of the world is unforgettable......

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A few months later, on a day of heavy rain and darkness, there was an underground black market.

The rotting wooden door creaked open, and a tall man walked in, hiding his figure in a cloak.

With his appearance, the black market, which was originally a bit noisy, was quiet.

The chatty guys all bowed their heads and drank, not daring to look at people, some timid bounty hunters and Lang Shinobi, and even hurriedly checked out and left.

The emerald green pupils under the mask glanced disdainfully at the miscellaneous pieces, and the tall man walked straight into the inner hall, where only ace bounty hunters could tread.

"Yo, isn't this Uncle Jiaodu, why, the S-level bounty I got last month still can't satisfy you?"

"Uncle Ben will never be satisfied with money, idiot!"

Unlike outside, there are only a few people here, except for the black market managers.

But as long as they are qualified to enter here, everyone is a bounty hunter with special strength above the upper ninja.

Some of them are rebels from major ninja villages, some are ninjas from small countries who have reached a bottleneck in their own country, and even ronin samurai from the Iron Country, in short, they are all pretentious, but powerful.

Ignoring a few rebellious noises, Kakudu threw a burden on the counter.

"The head of the young patriarch of the mountain village clan, inspect the goods."

A manager with thick glasses opened his baggage and scrutinized it with the same expression.

After a while, he threw the head into the barrel like garbage, and at the same time took out a thick stack of bills from the drawer and handed it to the angle.

"Uncle Kakudu, didn't I say you, after all, you are an S-level ninja, don't you feel embarrassed to accept such a low-level bounty?"

"Bang!"

The angle grabbed the placket of the wordy traitor's shirt and lifted his feet off the ground:

"Remember, as long as you give money, Uncle Ben will do any reward, even if it is to kill unarmed women and children, even if it is to assassinate the shadow of the five great powers, do you understand this waste, Uncle Ben is a man who has fought with the god of ninjas, the Thousand Hands Pillar!"

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, and the angle threw the mouthy rebel to the ground like garbage, and then walked away.

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