Naruto: Starting with Tsunade

Chapter 426 My legs aren't strong enough to kneel, so I'll just lie down.

Shinji felt a chill run down his spine and trembled as he asked, "What exactly do you want? Aren't we supposed to have a one-country-one-village system?"

"The 'one country, one village' system no longer exists. Submit to the power of Konoha." Aokiji said coldly, his eyes icy, and a massive amount of chakra surged from his body.

"roar."

Flames surged from the Soulfire, gathering power and bursting forth from its own center. The powerful blue flames instantly engulfed everything around it, life came to a standstill, and the mournful wind howled across the frozen earth.

The guards were all blindly loyal; even after witnessing such a vast difference in strength, they stubbornly refused to give up. He trembled with cold, his steps faltering as he walked towards Aokiji: "Damn it, I must rescue Lord Daimyo..."

"Looks like you still want to dance..."

Aokiji narrowed his inner canthus, drooped his eyelids, and closed his eyes. The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, his cold gaze revealing a chilling look: "But you're still very green..."

Their eyes met, and chakra traveled through their optic nerves and into their brains. The guard, with his tenacious will, collapsed to the ground, closing his eyes helplessly.

Aokiji pointed at the surviving fish and coldly ordered, "If you don't want to die, summon everyone in the manor to my presence."

"Yes, yes..."

Those who were still alive would urinate in their buttocks and disappear in a flash.

At this moment, Fugaku and Nara Shikaku arrived and sighed as they looked at the people frozen into ice sculptures around them.

Aokiji really doesn't hold back.

Shinji saw Nara Shikaku grasp at a straw and cried out, "Lord Shikaku, save me!"

Nara Shikaku looked at the daimyo in such a miserable state and couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for him.

Normally, if someone wants to usurp the throne, they should do so gradually and quietly. But Aokiji doesn't play by that rule at all. He just found a reason and immediately prepared to become a daimyo.

Nara Shikaku said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Daimyo-sama, he is the Hokage now, and I cannot change his will."

"How could this be...?"

Shinji felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his heart was filled with utter despair.

Before long, the miscellaneous fish led the group to the square, where they stood obediently like soldiers at attention, awaiting Aokiji's judgment.

Aokiji walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, pretending to be serious, and said, "The Land of Fire has been getting weaker and weaker lately, and the lives of ordinary people are getting worse and worse. After my research, I found that the problem lies with the ruler of the Land of Fire. He is arrogant, extravagant and dissolute. While ordinary people are still eating cornbread, the daimyo is spending money lavishly and has no sense of restraint. Not only that, but officials at all levels are in cahoots. The system of the Land of Fire is being gradually eroded under such bad influences, leading to social unrest and people living in misery."

"As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked. If we want to solve this problem at its root, we must change the ruler."

Aokiji's voice wasn't loud, but it was deafening to everyone's ears at that moment, causing their expressions to change drastically.

Change your name?

They're actually changing their name?!

It should be noted that the daimyo has ruled this Land of Fire for hundreds of years, and this is an unprecedented event.

Aokiji cleared his throat and volunteered, "I propose that I be elected as the new daimyo. Now that I've finished speaking, who among you agrees and who disagrees?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd could no longer contain their emotions and erupted in uproar.

This guy actually wants to be a daimyo? Are you kidding me?

A ninja who wants to become a daimyo?

Ignoring everyone's opinions, Aokiji continued, "If you have no objections, then kneel before me to show your submission."

Immediately following this statement, a dissenting voice emerged: "I object!?"

Aokiji glanced at him coldly.

He was a middle-aged man with slightly graying temples, a solemn expression, and an air of arrogance about him.

Unfazed by Aokiji's threat, he retorted sharply, "Change daimyo? Who do you think you are? I think you're just coveting the position of daimyo of the Land of Fire. Stop spouting your righteous words. You're nothing but a mere ninja, a tool. What qualifications do you have to be elected daimyo?"

Nara Shikaku looked at the middle-aged man who dared to confront Aokiji with surprise. He remembered this man; he was a highly respected figure among all the ministers.

Instead of being angry, Aokiji laughed and asked, "So you mean you're not willing to kneel?"

The principled minister turned his face away, stroked his goatee, and said with unwavering resolve, "I am old and frail, and I cannot kneel down."

As he was speaking, he suddenly felt a darkness above his head. Looking up, he saw a giant claw rushing towards him.

"etc……"

The minister's eyes widened suddenly. Before he could even regret it, he was swatted down like a mosquito by a claw, his flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Nara Shikaku turned his face away, unable to bear witnessing this bloody and cruel scene.

Aokiji raised his voice: "Louder, I can't hear you at all."

Everyone present was frightened when they saw such a violent side of Qing Pheasant. With a plop, they knelt down to express their submission.

Aokiji found a chair and sat down, pointing to a guard.

The guard being pointed at was taken aback.

"That's right, it's you. Get up."

The guard was terrified. He stood up, swallowed hard, and cursed inwardly that he was incredibly unlucky to be called out by this madman.

"I have a question for you."

"Well……"

How much do you earn per month?

"???"

"explain."

"Uh, it's around 100,000 taels."

Aokiji shook his head, pointing at the guard he had turned into an ice sculpture: "You only earn this little money a month, why are you risking your life, huh?"

"Well……"

Aokiji beckoned with his finger, signaling the other person to come over.

The guard stretched his neck.

Aokiji pointed at Shinji, who was bound by ice chains: "Go over there and slap him, and I'll give you ten thousand taels."

Shinji's eyes widened, and he shuddered.

The guy on the other side is trying to humiliate him to death.

Being slapped by a lowly soldier is worse than being killed outright.

"what?"

The guards were dumbfounded. Their lord was a man of immense wealth and status; they would never dare to slap him, let alone touch him with a single finger.

The guard knelt on the ground, crying and pleading, "My lord, please spare me! I would never dare to do such a thing!"

Aokiji exhaled: "If you make another sound, I'll kill you."

"Uh..." This sentence had a great effect, and the guard immediately stopped crying.

"I have another question for you."

"Well, you can say whatever you want. As long as you don't make me slap Daming, I'll do anything."

"Is this guy any good?"

"..."

"Speak, don't give me any lies, or I'll kill you."

The guard honestly replied, "It shouldn't be... that powerful."

"Then why don't you dare slap him? He's already a prisoner."

The guard scratched his head.

Ah, yes.

Despite years of brainwashing, the guard still dared not touch the daimyo: "But he is the daimyo, the spokesperson of God. If I hit him, I will be punished by God."

Aokiji sneered, "If you're a representative of God, why were you so easily defeated by me?"

"Well……"

"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? In the end, a great name is just an ordinary person. It's just that these guys are good at packaging themselves."

Upon hearing this, the guard was stunned, and his mind was instantly opened.

Yes, in the end, Daming is just an ordinary person, even less capable than him.

Nara Shikaku looked at Aokiji with surprise.

He had always thought Aokiji was a madman who did whatever he wanted because of his great power, but the truth was the opposite; the other party's mind was terrifyingly clear.

Aokiji is now directly destroying the theocratic system that the daimyo has built up over many years.

Aokiji stood up from the chair and walked slowly to Shinji, who was trembling all over. He raised his hand and slapped him, drawing blood. "Daimyo, huh? From now on, only one cloud will float over the Land of Fire, and that will be me, Uchiha Aokiji."

After saying that, he turned around and said to the guard from before, "I saw it. There was no divine punishment at all."

The guard asked timidly, "Does that promise still stand?"

Aokiji smiled slightly: "Of course."

The guard approached the daimyo, hesitated for a moment, then slapped him hard across the face with a sharp, clear sound.

"asshole--!"

Shinji, his face swollen, cursed bitterly, lamenting that his noble name had been reduced to being slapped in the face by a lowly soldier.

The guard looked at his trembling hand, as if in a dream.

He had actually slapped Daiming in the face.

The disparity in their status gave him a strange sense of exhilaration.

"How does it feel?"

The guard scratched his head: "How should I put it? This feeling is even more exhilarating than winning money gambling."

Aokiji whispered seductively, like a devil, "Want to slap me a few more times?"

"Well……"

"One slap, ten thousand taels of silver!"

The guard's eyes immediately lit up, and his gaze towards the daimyo changed. Was that really the daimyo?

That's pure, hard-earned money!

"Ten thousand taels... Ah, no, Lord Daimyo, I was forced into this situation, hehe..."

Shinji's face turned ashen, and he screamed incoherently, like a beautiful young woman facing the rape of a burly man: "Don't come any closer!"

"Clap clap clap..."

Soon a rhythmic series of sounds began, one after another; one might have thought they were... well, you know...

The guard was a little reserved at first, but he became more and more excited and unrestrained as the game went on, and his strength in his hands also increased.

Seeing that the daimyo was likely to be beaten to death if things continued like this, Aokiji quickly called for a stop.

The guards then stopped, still not satisfied.

Aokiji said speechlessly, "Tell me, do you have a grudge against him? You're going to be beaten to death this time."

The guard quickly apologized.

"I'll pay you for the few times you just did it." Aokiji kept his word.

"Uh, I forgot..." the guard flattered, "But money doesn't matter, the important thing is that we can do something for him."

Aokiji laughed: "You're quite the smooth talker. Effective immediately, you'll be automatically promoted three levels from your current position."

The guard was overjoyed and immediately knelt down, thanking the guard profusely and expressing his loyalty.

He suddenly realized that the guy in front of him was quite easy to talk to, and that being the daimyo of the Land of Fire seemed pretty good.

Aokiji gave the order: "I have a task for you now."

"I am willing to serve you, sir, even at the cost of fire and water."

"Spread the word that in three days I will behead this daimyo of the Land of Fire and display his head to the public."

The guard was slightly startled; this new Hokage was truly ruthless.

But they quickly said there was no problem.

After all, it wasn't his own head that was being cut off.

"Oh, by the way, if you want to watch this beheading, you have to pay a ticket fee of ten thousand taels."

Everyone was startled?

Aokiji said, "What, can't we make use of waste?"

Everyone: ...

"After all, I'm in charge of the Land of Fire. What's wrong with me earning some money and putting it into the national treasury?"

Everyone: "..."

(End of this chapter)