Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Chapter 294 Completely Outrageous!

Just as the Konoha leadership was worrying about the mission, an extremely strange thing happened within the Hyuga clan.

Hyuga Munehiro, the fourth elder of the Hyuga clan who had been missing for many days, suddenly appeared in the Hyuga clan's territory!

When the patrolling Hyuga branch family ninjas found him, he had already lost consciousness.

Upon learning the news, Hyuga Hiashi immediately led several elders of the main family to the location.

The secret chamber of the Hyuga clan.

Hyuga Munehiro lay on the tatami mat, his face pale.

Hiashi Hyuga knelt before him, his pure white eyes filled with solemnity and scrutiny.

"Elder Zonghong, you've finally woken up."

Hiashi spoke in a deep voice, "Where have you been all this time? What about the others? Why are you the only one who came back?"

When confronted by Hiashi's question, Hyuga Munehiro clutched his head in pain, his brows furrowed tightly.

"I—I don't remember—"

Zong Hong's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

"I have absolutely no recollection of what happened—"

Hiashi frowned and turned to look at the Hyuga medical ninja beside him.

The medical ninja wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and respectfully reported, "Clan Chief, we have given Elder Zonghong a full examination."

"Aside from some physical weakness, no other fatal injuries were found."

"but----"

The medical ninja paused, his tone becoming somewhat hesitant, "We discovered extremely faint residual chakra in Elder Zonghong's brain."

"Someone tampered with his memory, forcibly erasing a piece of it!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the several elders of the clan in the room immediately darkened.

"Who could have done this?"

The Japanese player's face also looked very grim.

The fact that they could tamper with the memories of the Hyuga main family members and enter the Hyuga clan's territory without a sound shows just how powerful they are!

His first thought was the masked man, but he quickly dismissed the idea, because if it was the masked man, there was no need to send the person back.

Could it be Danzo Shimura?

"Chieftain, what should we do now?"

An elder asked with a worried expression.

Hijika took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and unease in his heart.

"The village is now a mixed bag, with delegations from the four major powers all present. We absolutely cannot afford to cause any scandal at this time."

"Pass down the order to seal off the news. No one is allowed to spread the word that Elder Zonghong has returned."

Hiashi stood up and looked coldly at Hyuga Munehiro on the tatami mat.

"As for Elder Zonghong—for your safety and the reputation of the family, please bear with us for the time being and stay here to rest."

"No one is allowed to visit without my order!"

This is tantamount to house arrest in disguise.

But Hyuga Munehiro's mind was in complete chaos at the moment, and he was powerless to refute it, so he could only passively accept the arrangement.

In the dimly lit room, only a faint oil lamp flickered.

Hinata Munehiro leaned against the corner of the wall, desperately trying to recall his lost memories, but whenever he tried, his brain felt like it was being pricked by needles.

"What on earth happened—and what about my hand—?"

He subconsciously raised his left hand.

The hand gave him an extremely strange feeling; after all, it was a transplanted arm, and Hyuga Munehiro immediately sensed something was wrong.

"It's so itchy—"

Zong Hong frowned and scratched his arm a few times.

The itching not only didn't lessen, but actually got worse, and scratching it actually felt quite comfortable.

He couldn't help but increase the intensity.

As he scratched, several flakes of skin fell from his arm.

Zong Hong was stunned.

In the dim light, he stared intently at the small patch of skin exposed on his right arm.

That's not a normal human skin color.

Instead, it was a deathly pale, a skin color so white it sent chills down your spine!

The sun shines brightly on the bustling streets of Konoha.

"Aoba! Who is she?!"

A clear, angry shout rang out on the street.

Kurenai Yuhi's ruby-like eyes widened, her pale fingers pointing angrily at the woman beside Aoba Yamashiro.

At this moment, Yamashiro Aoba stood there helplessly, and next to him stood a tall, beautiful woman in a blue dress.

It was Mei Terumi, the representative of the Hidden Mist Mission.

Looking at the sullen teenage girl in front of her, Mei Terumi's lips curled into a playful smile.

Instead of creating distance, she stepped forward and naturally stretched out her arms to hug Aoba's arms tightly.

An amazing softness instantly pressed against me.

Aoba glanced at Terumi Mei in surprise, not expecting it to have grown to this scale.

"Oh my, is this the childhood sweetheart you mentioned?!"

Mei Terumi blinked her watery eyes, her tone carrying a hint of deliberate coquettishness, "So, Lady Aoba likes this kind of naive young girl—"

At this point, Mei Terumi slightly raised her chin and gave Kurenai Yuhi a provocative look.

"You—you let him go!"

Kurenai's face turned bright red with anger, and her chest heaved violently.

"Little sister, that won't do."

Mei Terumi looked at Kurenai Yuhi, deliberately drawing out her words in an extremely ambiguous and provocative tone, saying, "I am Lord Aoba's lover~"

boom!

These words were like a bombshell, exploding directly in Kurenai Yuhi's mind.

"Love—a lover?!"

Yuhi's face instantly turned red from her neck to her ears, and she looked as if she were steaming.

She pointed at Mei Terumi, her fingers trembling slightly, and opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Seeing Kurenai like this, Terumi Mei smiled even more happily. Not only did she not let go, but in front of Kurenai, she slightly tiptoed and gave Aoba a "smack" kiss on the cheek.

"You—you all—are shameless!"

After struggling to utter just one word, Yuhi Hong's eyes reddened.

"Alright, stop fooling around."

Aoba finally couldn't hold back any longer. He covered his face with a headache and forcibly pulled his arm out of Mei Terumi's arms.

This woman is simply a troublemaker.

Aoba sighed and introduced, "Kurenai, don't listen to her nonsense. This is Mei Terumi, the Jonin and future Fifth Mizukage, representing Kirigakure."

"Water—water shadow?!"

Kurenai Yuhi was still angry, but when she heard this name, she was completely stunned.

Is this shameless vixen in front of me actually a member of Kirigakure, or even the future Mizukage?

The huge difference in their social status, combined with the visual shock she had just experienced, left her completely unable to process it all at once.

Looking at Mei Terumi's beautiful face, and recalling the intimate way she had clung to Aoba's arm just now, a feeling of indescribable grievance and bitterness welled up in Kurenai's heart.

"Hmph! I'm never talking to you again!"

Hong didn't even listen to what Qingye was saying after that. Her eyes reddened, and she turned around with a grumble, running into the crowd without looking back.

"Hey, Red—"

Aoba reached out her hand, but in the end, she reluctantly put it down.

What kind of situation is this?

boom!

Aoba turned his head, raised his hand without hesitation, and delivered a precise chop to Mei Terumi's head.

"Ouch!"

Mei Terumi covered her head, looking at Aoba with a somewhat aggrieved expression. "Lord Aoba, why did you hit me?"

"I asked you to come with me and familiarize yourself with the environment of Konoha, not to cause trouble for me."

Aoba rolled her eyes and said irritably.

"They weren't causing any trouble; it was just a genuine expression of their feelings."

Mei Terumi rubbed her head, a mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes, then pouted and complained, "Lord Aoba is such a womanizer. He already has such a beauty like me throwing myself at him, yet he's still thinking about that little girl. Isn't me enough for him?"

Aoba glanced at her; how could he not see through Terumi Mei's little scheme?

Don't give me that.

Qingye remained unmoved and said confidently, "How could someone as compassionate as me give up the whole forest for one tree?"

Mei Terumi's smile froze instantly.

She originally thought that Qingye would explain a few words, or at least cover it up, but who knew that this man would describe "being a womanizer" in such a refined and elegant way, he was simply shameless to the extreme!

"you----"

Mei Terumi was so angry she gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at Aoba. "Scumbag!"

After saying that, she angrily tossed her beautiful long brown hair and walked towards the Mist Shadow Mission's headquarters without looking back.

Watching Mei Terumi's departing figure, Aoba shrugged indifferently.

So what if he's a scumbag?

Aoba didn't seem to care and turned to walk towards the Hokage Building as if nothing had happened.

Inside the Hokage's office.

After being informed by the Anbu, Aoba pushed open the door and went inside.

Although Tsunade has not yet held a formal succession ceremony, the village has already issued an announcement and the succession time has been set, so Tsunade is already sitting in the position of Hokage.

The third generation, just like the fourth generation, moved in a slightly smaller table and sat next to it to assist with his work.

Upon seeing Aoba enter, the two people in the office simultaneously stopped what they were doing.

"I'm back."

Tsunade's face was filled with undisguised joy.

To be honest, the gathering of delegations from the four major nations in Konoha put a lot of pressure on her, but now that she saw Aoba had returned, she felt much more at ease.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, sitting next to him, had a much more complex smile on his face.

He looked at the young man who had grown into a towering tree, his eyes filled with both satisfaction and a deep sense of worry.

Thankfully, under his rule, Konoha finally produced another "God of Shinobi" who could awe the entire ninja world.

However, the concern is that Aoba's personality and style of doing things are completely different from those of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.

Lord Hashirama was kind and tolerant, and always hoped to influence his enemies through love and peace.

Aoba, on the other hand, is completely different. His thinking is more rational, and his methods are more forceful.

If Aoba were to become Hokage in the future, would it be a good thing or a bad thing for Konoha?

Hiruzen Sarutobi puffed on his pipe, sighing inwardly.

"You little rascal, you can't stay quiet ever since you got back."

Tsunade leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, looking at Aoba with a mocking expression. "How does it feel to be the object of jealousy from two girls on the street?"

"Yeah, it feels pretty good."

Aoba nodded seriously, "But for the sake of Konoha, sacrificing a little bit of my looks is still worthwhile!"

"sacrifice?"

Tsunade raised an eyebrow.

"certainly."

Aoba said shamelessly, "The Hidden Mist Village doesn't trust us and insists on forming a marriage alliance with us to solidify our relationship. They've shown their utmost sincerity, even offering themselves up to the future Fifth Mizukage. I can't possibly be ungrateful, can I?"

Seeing Aoba's smug, "I got a good deal but I'm still acting innocent" expression, Tsunade suddenly felt an itch to punch him.

If it weren't for the inappropriateness of the occasion and the fact that she might not be able to beat this kid, she would have really wanted to punch him.

"You certainly know how to make excuses."

Tsunade scoffed. "So, how do you plan to explain this to Kurenai?"

"What's there to explain?"

Aoba said matter-of-factly, "The Hidden Mist Village doesn't mind if I marry a few more. I can just work on Kurenai's mindset slowly."

Tsunade stared wide-eyed at Aoba as if he were a monster.

"Aren't you afraid that the Crimson Jonin will beat you to death?!"

Aoba's lips curled into a confident smile. "Uncle Shinku can't beat me right now!"

"Besides, our Yamashiro family is a single-lineage family with a small population. As the only son of the Yamashiro family, marrying more wives and expanding the family line is also a contribution to the prosperity of Konoha's population."

In all her years of life, this was the first time she had ever seen someone speak of "scumbag" and "womanizer" so matter-of-factly, even elevating it to the level of family tradition and natural law!

"Good heavens—"

Tsunade couldn't help but swear, "Your skin is thicker than the walls of Konoha!"

"You flatter me."

Aoba accepted the "praise" without hesitation, then changed the subject and sighed, saying, "Although I am a bit too loving, I am at least a responsible man. As long as they are with me, I will be responsible for them to the end."

"Unlike Jiraiya-sama, who uses research as an excuse to run around Kabukicho every day, only caring about his physical needs and not his heart. That's true moral depravity."

Without hesitation, Aoba threw a large black pot away.

puff!

Hiruzen Sarutobi, who was smoking, suddenly coughed.

Tsunade's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The two exchanged a glance, and the image of Jiraiya's lecherous face simultaneously flashed into their minds.

Case solved!

It was definitely that bastard Jiraiya who corrupted them!

The Third Hokage and Tsunade both secretly held a deep grudge against Jiraiya.

Jiraiya, who was peeping outside some unknown women's bathhouse, suddenly sneezed violently and inexplicably felt a chill run down his back.

"Alright, alright, stop spouting this nonsense!"

Tsunade waved her hand impatiently, pulled a document from the drawer, and threw it directly in front of Aoba.

"This is your appointment letter."

Tsunade said irritably, "From today onwards, you officially become a high-level advisor to Konoha, and concurrently serve as the director of Konoha Hospital."

"As for your messy affairs, as long as they don't affect the village's reputation, I can't be bothered with them. Now, take your appointment letter and disappear from my sight immediately!"

Aoba picked up the appointment letter, glanced at it, and then put it into her pocket with satisfaction.