The warm morning sunlight is almost parallel to the village, and the colorful rays of light leaps over the treetops and scatters on the streets.

The rows of shining glass in the wooden house reflect the summer sunshine, and the white mist between the dense forests and hills in the distance gradually dissipates with the wind.

A big clan?

This concept was severely impacted in Shimura Danzo's young mind, and his inherent impression was ruthlessly shattered by reality like ice.

After passing the towering concierge of the Uchiha tribe, the lively scene in front of you was full of popularity and seemed to be a country.

The white walls were covered with the patterns of Uchiha ball fans. The streets were covered with black hair and Uchiha people wearing long robes, and they walked towards the training ground with laughter and joy.

The Sarutobi tribe is more prosperous than the Shimura tribe.

Even so, the Shimura clan is a big clan who can be named in the Kingdom of Fire.

Even after the village was formed, the clans and tribes in Konoha Village were not allowed to enter at will. The confidentiality of clans was like an era where various ninja tribes were parallel to each other in war.

Holding the invitation in his hand tightly, he could finally get a glimpse of the scene of the rich people of the Kingdom of Fire, and this scene did not disappoint him.

Walking in front of him, Sarutobi Hinata heartlessly pulled his tribe members. The two of them looked at the Uchiha tribe with laughter and suddenly ran to the stall selling marshmallows.

"snort!"

A cold snorted disdain came from Danzo's tightly closed lips. Unexpectedly, Rizhan, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, also learned from Lu Sheng and bought things for girls.

He knew the girl holding the hand of Hi-Zhan. It was Sarutobi Lake Biwa, and the Shimura family and Sarutobi family had a good relationship for generations. He knew people of the same generation, regardless of gender.

When he passed by the street corner, he vaguely saw a purple shadow flashing by.

The purple hair is too unique among the Uchiha clan, who is full of black hair, so you can know who it is without thinking about it.

"Why is Jiri there? Shouldn't she be preparing in the training ground now?" Danzo said hesitantly to the two people holding marshmallows in front of him.

"Look at the signs hanging on the shops in the street corner." He kept looking around and handed him the white marshmallow he bought in his hand and explained.

It's a Tuanzi store.

After taking the marshmallow, he bit the Danzang, nodded and looked around. It turned out that this was a food street.

"Where is Lu Sheng and Jing?"

"Danzangjun, you have been distracted just now. I didn't see Jingjun pulling Lu Shengjun's hand and pulling him out of the Tuanzi shop in anger." After Biwahu and Hizhan looked at each other and smiled, they sang and described the scene at that time vividly.

Danzo sighed speechlessly, looking at the crowd coming and going, not knowing what to say, whether to complain about pulling Lu Sheng Run's mirror or chasing them with a Tuanzi box.

"Oh, there's no need to be so anxious about the mirror."

Lu Sheng, whose right hand was tightly pulled, glanced at the corner of the girl beside him and took out the paper with his remaining left hand and handed it over.

"It's not that I'm in a hurry, it's that Lord Naruto and the patriarch are here too."

The mirror who ran from the training ground to here, explained with a little unstable breath.

"That's right, only Hokage can make the teacher change his mind."

The Lu Sheng, who was taken to run, pointed the palm of his hand and signaled that he could let go, and the training ground was already close.

On the platform in the training ground, the tribe members who came to watch and the ninjas invited came sat. Lu Sheng, who followed the mirror into the track passage, saw at a glance, Hashima and Madara who had changed their hairstyles in casual clothes hidden among the crowd.

With the vision amplification effect brought by the Sharingan, the number of people hiding in the shadows and counting the black crowd on the high platform can reach half of the clan meeting.

It seems that in an era when there is no special entertainment, this intense sports of the clan is still quite popular.

Most of the ninjas who were invited to watch the battle were also young ninjas.

After all, in the war era, all families experienced fighting due to commissions. Although they are now in the same village, it is inevitable that they are a little embarrassed to meet enemies. It is a good idea to make the younger generation who have not experienced war come.

After seeing the staff all arrived, Huo Ku suddenly stood up from the chair, looked at the round fan leaning on the empty seat beside him, and looked at the spots hidden in the crowd without moving.

He spoke loudly in the eyes of everyone, thanking all the tribesmen and the invited guests for their polite words, and announcing the next entry of all the contestants.

"There are more people participating in the competition than the school." Danzo, who was sitting in the audience, counting the number of people in the center of the venue and whispered.

Sarutobi Hiruzen looked at Uchiha who had been exposed in the group and hid in the game passage again, and said to the two people standing in the center of the field: "It's going to start."

Uchiha in the field started a battle, using physical skills and shuriken to the fullest until one side retreated.

"There is no escape technique or illusion." Hizawa, who discovered something during several rounds of competition, whispered: "Do you want to choose the first place through the ring competition?"

Baru, who successfully defended the beating, waved his right hand in the cheers, and looked into the dim passage with fighting spirit.

Don't be anxious.

Lu Sheng, it will be your turn when the competition in the tribe is completed.

The competition system arranged them at the end, of course this was the result of Fire Core and Shin's deliberate manipulation of the game.

Everyone in the passage knows it well. The reason for not complaining is simple and cannot be beaten.

As the ring match progresses, every Uchiha who plays will arouse people's expectations. When it reaches the end, more intense battles will surely bring them a more exciting visual impact.

This is exactly the case.

After Baru, who successfully defended the ten rounds, was defeated by Nake, the silent field instantly burst into shouts.

Immediately after Na Ke was knocked down by the mirror, the fanatical sound reached its peak.

Now the Uchihas in the clan school have placed all their hopes on Lei. Although he is usually weak, he will not lose his chain at critical moments.

With infinite expectations, the thunder fell into the hands of the mirror.

No one would blame him because they could all see that the strength of Jing in the game was jaw-dropping, and it was simply incomparable to the clan school hours.

Nakajiri Nakano smiled sweetly at the boy beside him, stroked the short knife around his waist, and walked towards the venue in the sunshine.

The purple-haired girl raised her hand to cover the dazzling sun, and burst into shouts at the audience.

"Oh, I said, "Second uncle, I guess Xiaozhiri can kill the mirror in three moves." Chi Li, who was shaking the fan, said to the absent-minded old man beside him.

"Well, it's almost the same." The second uncle raised his eyelids that were about to sleep and responded slowly.

Danzo glanced at him curiously, and the grandma Uchiha who was drawing conclusions in a familiar tone beside her could not tell from their clothes that she looked like a ninja.

His eyes turned to the center of the field and thought to himself, how could Mirror be killed within three moves? His strength was something he had experienced in the Ninja School.

The sun is gradually rising from the sky, and the scorching sun is inevitably hot. Countless people are looking forward to the wonderful scenes that are about to happen.

"One move."

The long hair covered the spots of his right eye whispered to Hashirama.

As he expected, a sound of smoke and dust floated on the ground. The short knife in Jiri's right hand pointed steadily at the lower jaw of the mirror, and the purple hair blown by the wind floated like purple silk.

The palpitations of cold sweat falling from the temples made the mirror feel weakly as the point of the knife pointing, and the pores were creepy, as if the next second I accidentally moved my own body, and the short sword with cold light would be cut down with the flow.
Chapter completed!