Naruto, be my son.

He looked despair and bewilderment.

"Ah! It's a headache... It seems that I have accidentally made your will stronger." Kakashi showed a smile under his mask that only he could understand.

He himself was actually a little confused, did he do it on purpose or was it an accident?

"But, kid, don't kill anyone! It will leave a psychological scar on you. Wait until you are a little older!"

Kakashi simply broke the Kusagakure-nin's neck.

End the other person's life.

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Chapter 66: Daming? You want my head?

The great turmoil in Kusagakure Village came and went quickly.

Some civilians in the village didn't even know what was happening.

All they knew was that there were suddenly two waves of riots in the village, and they were so scared that they quickly ran to the back mountain for refuge.

Then, there was a rumble like thunder.

Then, I seemed to hear someone roaring.

In the end, the whole earth was shaking violently, and they who were hiding in the back mountain watched the large buildings of Kusagakure Village collapse.

You can also see billowing smoke and dust rising into the sky. Even if you hide in the back mountain, you are still blinded by the smoke and dust.

The whole scene was like the end of the world.

Not until the noise inside the Kusagakure Village finally disappeared did the group of frightened civilians dare to speak.

"Gudong!" Someone secretly swallowed his saliva, looked at the situation in the Kusagakure Village, and murmured in fear: "Is my house going to collapse? What happened? Is the war coming?"

"That shouldn't be it? If it was a war, how could the noise disappear so quickly? It looks more like something exploded."

"What on earth are those ninjas doing? They've destroyed so many houses. Where are we supposed to live?"

"Shh! Don't let the ninjas in the village hear you! Be careful or they'll kick you out of the village."

“There should be some people who haven’t retreated to the back mountain yet, right?”

The noises around him made the Daimyo of Grass Country feel irritated. He took a group of retainers and hid in the back mountain of Grass Country.

There's no air conditioning or fans in this damn place.

The feeling of heat made him fan himself constantly with the round fan in his hand. After his hands became sore, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Let's go! Go down and take a look!"

The Daimyo of the Land of Grass said to the retainers behind him, "There is no movement down there. I guess the intruders have been dealt with. I don't want to stay in this damn place any longer."

"Daimyo, be careful!" A retainer dressed as a samurai said hurriedly, "What if..."

"Are you contradicting me?" Daimyo glanced at him coldly.

"Ah? No...no!" The retainer broke out in a cold sweat.

The daimyo covered his eyes with a round fan, sighed and said regretfully: "Kill him, I don't want someone who doesn't obey. Kill him quickly, I can't stand too much bloody scenes."

"Wait! Daimyo-sama! This is a misunderstanding! My loyalty to you! --Ahhhh!!!"

puff!

"Alas~" The Daimyo of the Grass Country showed pity, "It's a pity that you are too ugly to be added to my specimen collection. You have missed an opportunity to become famous throughout the country."

"Come on, carry me down." He said to the other retainers.

"Yes! Lord Daimyo!"

The actions of the Daimyo of the Grass Country frightened the remaining retainers and the group of civilians who took refuge in the mountains.

The entire back mountain became quiet.

The body on the ground was still bleeding.

Creepy.

A group of frightened civilians could only watch as the two retainers struggled to carry the daimyo's several-hundred-pound body as they staggered down the mountain with difficulty.

It didn't take long.

The Daimyo of the Land of the Grass ordered him to be put down, as they had already come down from the mountain.

He complained: "This mountain road is too narrow. I can't lift my bicycle up. It's really uncomfortable to have someone carry me on your back."

"My Lord Daimyo, it is our fault that we are not good at carrying people on our backs." The retainers had no choice but to bow their heads and admit their mistakes.

The Daimyo of the Land of Grass ignored them.

He held a round fan in his hand and looked forward.

His brows furrowed deeply. "Did the place where I live temporarily collapse? What did those ninjas do? Don't you know how to send someone to protect the place where I live?"

"What's up with those little ghosts?"

The Daimyo of the Land of Grass looked at some little brats from the Grass Village in front of him.

A group of ragged Kusanagi children.

It gave him a very unpleasant impression.

"Master Daimyo, those are probably children who didn't have time to evacuate. They run slower than adults after all, but they seem to have survived the 'explosion' by chance."

The retainers of the Daimyo of the Land of the Grass hurried to explain to their lord.

"Too ugly."

"It's too ugly."

After Daimyo frowned and made a few comments, he fanned himself gently, as if to blow away the non-existent stench.

"Go talk to the leader of the Kusagakure Village later and ask him to sell these sloppy kids in the village. Don't bring these sloppy kids out to embarrass others."

His calm tone was filled with a hint of disdain: "By selling these little brats, we can also provide some funding for the village. After all... isn't that what he has always done?"

"Okay, okay."

One of the retainers secretly swallowed his saliva and said, "We will mention this matter to the leader of Kusagakure Village. The next time the Daimyo comes here, he will definitely not see these sloppy brats."

Just as the Daimyo of the Grass Country was walking.

While passing by the group of children.

He paused for a moment, his chubby body paused: "I changed my mind. I am the daimyo of the Grass Country, and I have a compassionate heart."

"My Lord Daimyo, what do you mean?"

The retainer couldn't help but say weakly.

The daimyo's fat face forced out an interested smile: "If we really can't hold a giant skull specimen exhibition, we can also hold a children's skull specimen exhibition!"

"Karin? Where are you, Karin?" At this moment, an untimely voice came closer and closer.

Everyone followed the sound.

You can see a woman in combat uniform and with long bright red hair, looking for someone in the devastated ninja village.

This person……

It’s Uzumaki Feng!

Uzumaki Fengshi, who had had too much blood sucked from her in the Kusagakure Village over the years, was too weak to open the "Kagura Heart's Eye" and could only rely on her voice to call her daughter.

"what?"

The eyes of the Grass Country Daimyo suddenly lit up: "What a rare hair color, it doesn't look like it was dyed later."

He was ready to move.

Salivation.

"If this head is made into a specimen, it will definitely become a very good collection!" He quickly ordered: "Quick! Go and catch her! Don't let her run away!"

Uzumaki Fengshi never expected that she would meet a group of strange people while searching for her daughter.

The other person's clothing didn't look like a ninja, nor like someone from the Kusagakure. He looked more like an old-fashioned "samurai".

She found that the group was coming straight towards her.

And surrounded her.

"...Who are you?" Seeing the samurai swords in the hands of this group of people, Uzumaki Fengshi instinctively wanted to take out a kunai.

But suddenly I remembered that I was just a blood bag tool.

She doesn't have any ninja tools on her!

"Our Lord Daimyo of the Grass Country specifically asked for your head. It's just a coincidence that you were born with red hair." A burly retainer holding a samurai sword had a grim smile on his face.

"Damn it..." Uzumaki Feng looked very anxious. She knew that her current condition was very weak.

It would be barely enough for her to deal with two or three people with her bare hands.

But there are more than a dozen people in this group.

"Dad! Mother's aura is right here! I see it! It's Mother! Mom!!!"

However, at this moment, a clear and pleasant voice came from behind Xuwo Feng.

The childish voice was filled with joy.

Uzumaki Feng hurriedly turned around.

“Karin…Karin!”

She saw her long-awaited daughter appear in front of her. And her daughter was sitting on Mr. Whitebeard's shoulders and waving at her!

“Gulala…I was wondering why I always smell a familiar yet strange smell in this shabby village.”

A heroic voice followed.

Whitebeard glanced at the eye-catching fat body, and a playful smile appeared on his face: "I seem to hear someone calling you 'Daimyo', you are the Daimyo of the Grass Country!"

"Kid!"

"You want my head, right?"

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Chapter 67: Accurately stepping on the landmine! The name of the country that cuts the grass with a sword!

"It's you who wants my head, right?"

A simple question, under the influence of Whitebeard's domineering aura, made the situation become very delicate.

The Daimyo of the Grass Country's eyes widened.

He looked up at Whitebeard in amazement.

Whitebeard's sturdy and powerful physique, as well as the domineering aura he exudes, make people feel like a huge rock is pressing down on their hearts.

The scene was silent in an instant!

"Giant... giant?"

"Gudong!!"

The Daimyo of the Land of Grass swallowed hard.

The aristocratic manner is gone.

The fear that arose in his heart made him keep retreating. While retreating, he even stepped on the insteps of several retainers. The weight of several hundred kilograms was no joke.

The pain was so severe that the retainers gasped.