Izuna, restore the glory of the Uchiha!

"Lord Izuna! Please slow down, you mustn't rush in the corridor!"

A servant's panicked shouts came from outside the door, accompanied by hurried footsteps, striking the daimyo's already tense nerves.

The daimyo, huddled in his heavy bundle, was startled by the noise and frantically tried to undress himself from his layers of warm clothing.

The servants were in complete chaos, some helping the injured, others picking up the scattered clothes, and it took them a great deal of effort to clean up the scene.

Finally, the lord, who was only wearing a thin casual dress, suddenly shivered, but at this moment he couldn't care less about anything else.

The body behind the curtain finally managed to straighten up a bit, but even so, it couldn't hide the overall dejection and superficiality.

"Squeak—"

The door was gently and cautiously pushed open by the servant.

Izuna stood at the doorway and took off his wooden clogs.

Through the thin curtain, the daimyo squinted, but could only see a solitary black figure.

His expression changed drastically, his cloudy eyes filled with terror, and he hurriedly whispered to the attendant beside him:

"Why is there only one person? Where's Sasuke?! Where the hell is Sarutobi Sasuke?!"

The servant was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. He looked around, but couldn't see a second person.

"Lord Sasuke, I'm afraid there's more to come..."

"You bastard!"

He cursed loudly, his fat face already slightly distorted.

What was Sarutobi Sasuke thinking?! How dare he let that Uchiha madman enter the palace alone!

Without his guards present, how can his safety be guaranteed? How can he still put on airs and put pressure on the Uchiha?

Fortunately, the daimyo had been navigating the treacherous court intrigues for many years, and his ability to speak to people in a way that suited them proved to be a lifesaver.

He suppressed his fear and adopted a friendly and enthusiastic tone, the shrill sound of which sent chills down the spines of the servants present.

"Lord Izuna, please come in, there's no need for formalities!"

The obese man pretended to be hospitable, but inside he was trembling.

Stay there! Don't move, don't move!

No! No! No!

Stop going any further!

In the end, Izuna sat down directly opposite the daimyo. Although this was not in accordance with etiquette, if the daimyo saw him take another step forward, he would probably go crazy on the spot.

Seeing that the person opposite had already taken their seat but remained silent, an eerie silence fell over the inner hall.

Daming couldn't help but want to put on his coat again, but this time the chill started from his heart.

His life and fortune were now entirely at stake, depending on whether this madman in front of him would get angry.

He finally felt a chilling regret:

Good heavens, how could anyone have imagined giving him a show of force at the palace gate and then taking away his sword!

What have I done?!

The dread in the man's heart was clearly visible, even through the curtain.

Seeing that his threat had been delivered, and estimating that Sarutobi Sasuke was about to recover from his anger, Izuna remained calm and broke the silence with normal pleasantries:

"Lord Daimyo, how have you been lately?"

The man, who had been terrified into a quail-like state, felt a sense of relief upon seeing the killing god speak in a calm tone. He replied as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders:

"All is well, all is well, thanks to Lord Izuna's blessing, everything is fine..."

Having said that, fearing that Izuna would bring up the matter of sheathing the sword, he quickly interjected:

"I...I specially invited Lord Izuna to the capital for a meeting...it's because..."

At this point, I got stuck on my name again.

His true purpose in summoning Izuna was to ask him for a favor.

—Izuna's secret technique for bringing people back to life on the battlefield.

However, according to his original script, the Uchiha clan is currently riding high, and he must first dampen their arrogance.

Make this guy back down and give in, then you, as the one in a superior position, can use a combination of kindness and pressure to extend an offer, and things will be done smoothly.

Little did he expect that these methods would not only fail to bolster his reputation, but would also nearly cost him his life.

In this situation, asking him for a favor would be tantamount to begging him out of his own self-importance.

Where will he put his pride?

Daming looked distressed and felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Having held a high position for many years, he couldn't swallow this insult.

"Bang!"

Just then, the door to the inner hall was pushed open again.

It's Sarutobi Sasuke.

He had just suppressed his shock and anger and walked out of the front door with a livid face.

This is all for the sake of the family, Sarutobi Sasuke kept telling himself.

If it weren't for the development of his clan, how could a top-tier ninja in the ninja world have fallen to the point of being a watchdog for a daimyo?

After calming himself down, he entered the inner hall, preparing to respectfully bow to the daimyo.

However, as soon as he bent down, he saw Izuna sitting not far away.

He was sitting.

And Sarutobi Sasuke, now he has to kneel.

Simply because—

Daming found an excellent way out.

"Sarutobi Sasuke!"

Daiming was furious; he had been suppressing his frustration for so long and finally found an outlet for it.

"You are being extremely rude to Lord Izuna!"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent; all the servants held their breath and dared not look up.

This is precisely because everyone knows exactly what happened—the daimyo himself wanted to intimidate them, but now he's shifting all the blame onto the guards.

Sarutobi Sasuke felt as if he had been struck on the head.

He endured humiliation, he buried himself, and he devoted himself to the cause of fame.

Is the result that at this moment, you are used as a disposable stepping stone by the daimyo, and then trampled on?

His shock and anger rendered him unable to move.

But what can he do?

They've already endured this long enough.

For the sake of the family...

He turned around and faced Izuna.

"terribly sorry!"

He gritted his teeth, bowed deeply, and gave a deep salute to the Uchiha who was much younger than him.

Izuna turned to the side, avoiding being hit.

He had no reason to accept such a grand gift, since Sarutobi Sasuke was not the instigator of all this; and the two were not enemies on the battlefield at this moment, so he had no reason to be happy to see the other suffer a setback.

Faced with such absurd behavior, if one had to summarize an emotion, it could only be—

The rabbit dies, the fox grieves; the lips are gone, the teeth are cold.

"Lord Sarutobi, there's no need to apologize. I was just doing my job and it wasn't offensive at all."

Izuna gave the other party a final bit of dignity.

Daming's expression changed, and everyone present knew exactly what was going on.

But since Sarutobi Sasuke has already apologized on his behalf, then this matter is over.

"Lord Izuna, where were we...?"

Daimyo pretended nothing had happened and tried to regain his composure.

"You summoned me to the capital."

"Ah, yes, yes! That's exactly it!"

Da Ming's voice became obsequious, further revealing his weakness and lack of vital energy.

"I heard that Lord Izuna, on the battlefield, cough... cough... cough..."

Before he could finish speaking, the daimyo suddenly coughed violently, startling the surrounding servants.

"Your Highness!"

"Go get it quickly..."

The scene immediately descended into chaos. After a flurry of activity, Dai-ming, having taken the medicine, finally calmed his breathing and resumed his previous bulky attire, which was covered in layers of clothing.

He slumped helplessly in the main seat, his face pale and listless, before finally revealing his true intentions:

"I've heard... you were even able to save Tobirama Senju from the brink of death... that method, do you think... I can use it?"