In an inconspicuous position in the back hall of the auction, several Konoha Daily Ninjas directly under the administration were sitting, perfectly recording every scene on the scene.

The compiled reports were sent to Nara Kahei as soon as possible, and printed them into newspapers and magazines on the same day.

The ninja event held inside Konoha can touch the nerves of many people.

The establishment of the Ninja Alliance and the collision between major hidden village leaders and daimyos from various countries have long attracted the attention of the whole world, not to mention the still-in-progress auction of tailed beasts.

"Minister Nara, this is the transaction of all the tailed beasts."

Lu Ping, who was buried behind the document, took the information from the civilian staff and fell into deep thoughts about the amazing numbers.

"Do you want to publish it truthfully?"

“Publicate.”

Lu Ping knew that if so much money was exposed, he would definitely be jealous of many forces.

But it cannot be concealed that there are forces from all over the ninja world gathered in Konoha Village, and the information will inevitably spread over time.

Instead of being passively trapped in the whirlpool of public opinion, it is better to publish them openly and increase the sales of Konoha Daily.

"Have you recorded all the reactions of the daimyos?"

Lu Ping asked faintly when he looked at the civilian staff, a ray of light flashed through his eyes.

"some."

The civilians flipped the paper and handed him the page that recorded the Daming.

Lu Ping, who took the document, laughed at the dense text.

The malicious laughter sounded in the office, attracting everyone's attention.

"Bang"

Nara Kahei pressed the report on the table, stood up and looked around everyone, setting the tone, "focus on reporting, the expressions of the major names and leaders; emphasize the joy of the leaders when they slapped the tailed beasts, and the daimyos' heartbroken look."

"Yes! Minister."

In the office, a neatly answered.

The power of the pen holder is no worse than that of the detonating talisman.

Lu Ping, who had sat down again, stroked his pineapple head, looked over the documents and murmured in his heart.

"General! The warrior era is over!"

"No!"

"As long as we can practice sword skills hard, we will definitely surpass those ninjas! If ten times of effort is not enough, we will use a hundred times. I believe that the long sword on our waist is no worse than those ninjas!"

"General! See the reality clearly. The tailed beast has been sold by the ninjas by weight!"

A group of samurai in armor stood in the forest inside Konoha. A man with his right arm broken in the team said heartbrokenly to the burly man at the front.

As soon as his words fell, the burly man seemed to have lost all his strength and leaned against the moss-covered tree.

"Is the magnificence of the warrior really gone forever?"

The sad doubts made all the warriors present empathize with each other.

Most of them are not from the Ninja clan. Even if there is chakra in their bodies, they do not have a complete ninja inheritance, so they can only practice sword skills and wander under the nobles of various countries.

When they heard that the ninjas had established a hidden village in Konoha, they also united in the Iron Country.

The power of the ninjas has expanded, making their survival more and more difficult.

"Let's have a good time with the Ninja League."

A tentative sound came from the crowd.

"The warrior cannot bow his head to the ninja."

Someone immediately refuted.

The forest wind blew, causing everyone to fall into a dilemma.

The general stood up, and his sharp temperament returned to him, "You must take a good look when you come to the Ninja Kingdom for the first time."

The broken arm nodded and echoed: "I heard that the craftsman is still in Konoha Village, and now you can satisfy your wish."

The haze retreated from their faces, and the weapons forged by the craftsman were extremely popular treasures in the Iron Country.

A warrior loves swords as much as his life, but it is not just a saying.

He raised his remaining left arm and cursed with a smile: "Dogs, the master craftsmen of the Iron Country, can't even catch your eyes on you, right?"

The general walked forward and said to the samurai: "In Konoha, you must abide by the rules of ninjas. When you see the leader of Hongping, you must be polite. If you don't have enough money, you can use white strips to use high-quality domestic ore as collateral."

"Boom"

The sound of the knife driven by the armor neatly expresses their attitude.

The warriors crossed the forest and gradually became a point in the general's sight. He whispered to the man beside him: "Daesuke, I have an idea."

"I happened to have an idea," the one-armed man said to him with a smile, "I don't know if our ideas are the same."

The first auction was a huge success, and many people secretly awarded the honorary title of Uchiha Madara, the No. 1 Auctionist in the Ninja World.

The person involved didn't care. He pulled his disciples and stood on the Naruto Rock in the night overlooking the lights of thousands of families.

"Every time I come here, the scene I see is very different. No, it should be that my mood is different every time."

Lu Sheng looked at him strangely, and suddenly felt sad about the teacher of Chun Qiudi, "Maybe he has grown old?"

Uchiha Madara, who was facing the storm, turned around and glared at him, took out the scroll from his pocket and threw it to him, "I'll have a picnic here tonight, and I'll tell you something."

The tall figure disappeared in an instant. Lu Sheng glanced at the scroll in his hand. He knew what was sealed without opening it.

The evening breeze blew the fire at the bottom of the pot, and the beating flames stretched out light, forcing Lu Sheng to pick up firewood and throw it into the fire to suppress the restless spark.

The steaming water sounded like a gulp, just as his thoughts were surging at the moment, and he could vaguely guess what Madara wanted to say.

For Uchiha Madara, the power of the Samurai Eye is an irresistible temptation, let alone the ten tails that have disappeared from the ninja world for thousands of years.

Although Madara didn't say it, Lu Sheng could see that he was still worried about the defeat by Hashirama back then.

Now that Konoha is walking on the road of Yashuo, he will leave the village to open the Samānāna, and it will not have much impact.

Hashirama alone is enough to suppress the entire ninja world.

The night wind blew, and he appeared beside him with spots of the processed ingredients, and threw them into the steaming duck pot.

He wiped the grease of kuna and said to the disciple who was stirring the soup: "I'm leaving the village for a while."

"Have this day finally arrived?"

Madao frowned and raised his hand to give it to the disciple who was pretending to be sighing.

Lu Sheng, who successfully dodged, asked seriously with a serious expression: "Do you ignore the affairs of the clan?"

Mada was self-aware and sighed: "We have been away from the village for two years. All the affairs of all tribes are handled in an orderly manner under the fire core."

He looked at the full moon hanging high in the sky and continued, "After I leave, Fire Core will become the acting patriarch."

Lu Sheng stopped the spoon in his hand and looked at him in surprise, "What if Tomoma takes me into the Angle after graduation?"

"Anbe?" Madara laughed out loud, "When will you pass the Shangnin assessment before you can talk about it."

Lu Sheng accepted the ridicule calmly, paused and asked, "How far has the teacher's chakra been integrated?"

Spots sniffed the fragrance of the air, narrowed their eyes, and affirmed the skill of Landing Student, "Well~ Just judged by the taste, it looks pretty good."
Chapter completed!