The Avengers of the Uzumaki Family

As Ah Jun watched the figure of Mian Ma disappear into the distance, his hands unconsciously clenched slightly, but then slowly relaxed again.

"Is this the future you want? Elder Wu, what is the right thing for me to do?"

A hint of self-mockery flickered in A Jun's eyes. At this moment, A Jun truly felt a little tired, and even a little lost.

Having already left, Mianma naturally had no idea about the complex feelings of Ajun, who remained behind.

Mianma's goal has always been very direct and firm.

He wanted to live!

I want to live freely and happily.

Then, on that basis, if you can realize your dreams and create a future of your own, that would be even better!

Takigaku Village is fine too.

Kusaka Village it may be.

Menma will do her best to do better, and as for the rest, she'll let nature take its course. Menma won't force things too much, but once something comes her way, she won't refuse it.

Everything depends on oneself, as well as the current situation.

It doesn't really depend on any one person.

It takes two to tango.

And it was just as Menma was speeding south and rapidly approaching Kusagakure Village.

Wuwei had already taken his son Wugou and some of his most loyal subordinates and returned to Kusagakure ahead of time.

Outside the main gate.

Looking at the familiar scenery of Kusagakure Village.

A hint of emotion also flickered in Wuwei's eyes.

He hasn't returned for nearly ten years since becoming the lord of Hozuki Castle.

Returning to the village this time, I really feel a sense of things being different now.

Wugou, standing to the side, also had a slightly complicated feeling. In fact, despite her appearance, Wugou seemed to be only two or three years older than Mianma.

But that was actually his appearance eight years ago. Ever since he was swallowed by the Box of Elysium, his face has remained frozen at that moment. In reality, he is now in his early twenties.

He had lived in Kusagakure for quite some time.

This is where he spent his childhood and his school years.

Most importantly, there are memories of his mother.

"Mom, I'm home."

A deep sense of reminiscence also shone in the depths of Wugou's eyes as she silently spoke in her heart.

"Let's go, it should be about time."

Wuwei slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and said softly.

Because it's a detour.

Wuwei has not yet received any news from Menma, although judging from the timeline, it should be around the time Wuwei arrives at Kusagakure.

Menma should have already successfully killed Mota.

But Wuwei was unaware of this.

Before arriving at Kusagakure Village.

All he knew was that Mota had already led his team away from Kusagakure.

So what he needed to do was very simple: take advantage of the time when Mota was away from the ninja village and forcibly subdue the entire Kusagakure village.

If you can subdue them, then subdue them; if you can't subdue them, then you have to deal with them according to the circumstances.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 278 Taking Control of Kusagakure

Some truly die-hard supporters need to be eliminated in advance.

In this way, even if Mota manages to evade the ambush, it will be too late to turn the tide once he returns to the village; this is essentially a strategy of exploiting a time difference.

The moment Mota left the ninja village.

The initiative has already fallen into the hands of the numbing and inaction faction.

If Mota had stayed in the ninja village, it would have been very troublesome; now, it's enough to just look at his methods.

A figure strode in through the main gate with an upright and dignified air.

There is no need for, nor can, any trace of it be hidden.

"Huh!? What's this?"

"Ah, it seems to be Lord Wuwei!"

The group of people approached at that moment.

The grass ninjas on guard at the main gate noticed him immediately, but the young grass ninjas naturally couldn't possibly recognize Wuwei.

However, even though the older Grass Ninja in the guards hadn't seen Wuwei in person for nearly ten years, they could still easily recognize him.

So it is.

These grass ninjas all looked tense.

They are well aware of Wuwei's current identity and responsibilities, as well as his relationship with the current leader.

Unaware that their current leader had already quietly left the ninja village, a very dangerous thought subconsciously surfaced in their minds upon seeing Wuwei return.

"Ah, isn't this Arakawa and Oki? It's been a long time! You've both aged a lot."

I saw familiar faces.

Moreover, they were comrades-in-arms from the same era, who had fought side by side.

Even Wuwei's usually icy face showed a rare, faint smile.

"Yes, it has indeed been a long time, Lord Wuwei. I wonder if there is any urgent matter that brings you back this time? Is everything alright at Ghost Lantern Castle?"

On the left, a middle-aged man with black hair and green eyes named Arakawa took a deep breath and stepped forward, blocking Wuwei's path. He asked with a respectful yet serious expression.

Our own ninja village has been at peace for over ten years.

The political situation in the village is very stable.

As a Jonin in the village, even though Arakawa was among those who supported Muwei's rise to power more than a decade ago, he is now getting old and doesn't want chaos to break out in the village. In Arakawa's view, Muwei's return is a very dangerous act.

He needs to figure out what the intention behind inaction is.

As he spoke, he also used very subtle hand gestures to give instructions to the other grass ninja behind him, telling them to immediately relay the information back to the leader's building.

"Hehe, it's been so many years, and you're still the same. Don't worry, there won't be any problems at Hozuki Castle. I've arranged everything. As for Mota-san, you don't need to do anything more. My return today proves that everything is different. Arakawa, stop doing pointless things. Mota isn't in the village now, nor are Sanji and Raichi. And they probably won't be coming back forever."

Wuwei resumed his indifferent demeanor, looking coldly at Arakawa in front of him. The words he spoke sent a chill down Arakawa's spine, and Amu beside him felt his pupils shrink involuntarily.

"What did you say!?"

The expression clearly showed disbelief.

"Do you think I'm lying to you? If not, why do you think I would choose to come back at this time? Arakawa-kun, isn't that enough?"

Wuwei finished speaking with a calm expression.

"whoosh"

"whoosh"

"whoosh"

"whoosh"

Inside the village.

More than ten figures suddenly flashed over.

"Lord Wuwei!"

"Welcome back, Lord Wuwei!"

"Greetings, Lord Wuwei!"

The aura emanating from each of them indicated that they were either Jonin or very close to Jonin level.

Arakawa could recognize them at a glance; they were all his comrades from his own ninja village, each holding important positions.

Some people are indeed like him before, inclined towards inaction.

However, the vast majority of them either slightly favor the leader, Mota, or are pure 'power-seekers' who follow whoever is in charge of the ninja village.

Judging from the current situation...

It is certain that my lord, Mota, is no longer in the ninja village.

If it were there.

These people are incapable of making such a choice.

He is the rightful leader of the ninja village.

"Do you see that, Arakawa-kun? This is the truth. What will you choose?"

Wuwei still maintained that indifferent expression, his gaze calmly fixed on the Arakawa River, where immense mental pressure emanated from beneath the surface of tranquility.

This happened in less than a few seconds.

While showing a wry smile, Arakawa knelt down on one knee and said pragmatically, "Welcome back, Lord Wuwei."

Amu, standing beside him, also knelt down on one knee to pay his respects at the same moment that Arakawa did.

Even the other young grass ninjas, who didn't understand the situation, followed suit and knelt down on one knee when they saw that both captains had chosen to bow to this man who didn't look like a good person.

This is not a matter of being convinced wholeheartedly.

Rather, it was a result of being forced to submit to the situation.