Chapter 411 Sarutobi Asuma

The Kingdom of Fire, Daming Mansion.

It's night and the moon is in its first quarter.

On the roof, a young man with black hair was smoking a cigarette out of boredom.

Under the eaves, soldiers wearing armor and holding spears patrolled in an orderly manner.

The former was one of the twelve soldiers who guarded the Daming Palace, and was highly skilled in martial arts. The latter was a soldier of the Daming Palace. The combination of the two formed the guard work of the Daming Palace, which was so tight that even a fly could hardly fly in.

"Buzzing..."

The young man holding the cigarette slapped himself in the face and let go of his hand. There was a dead mosquito in his palm.

"Asma, it seems you are quite popular..."

A teasing voice came from behind, and the young man called Asma turned his face. There was a man walking towards him. His shiny bald head was particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

His name is Jilu, he is a rare ninja monk, and he can be said to be Asuma's best friend. "

"Come on, I don't want mosquitoes to like me." Asma joked back: "I think mosquitoes should like you more. After all, you have no hair on your head."

After hearing this, Dilu smiled, and then his face darkened: "Recently, Kazuma..."

Hearing this, Asma's face lost some of its smile: "I know..."

Like him, Kazuma belongs to a group that protects the Twelve Warriors. Recently, they had a bad fight over the meaning of Hokage's existence.

"Oh, why did it come to this..."

"Who knows, for this kind of matter, it's better to wait until I return to the village and then discuss it again."

The old man in the village wrote a letter, asking him to go back to the village now.

"Then you should have a good rest today. I will be on duty here."

The twelve guardians adopt a rotation system and guard the daimyo 24 hours a day.

"Then trouble you."

Asuma didn't shirk. He trusted Jilu's strength, and he lived nearby. If there was an accident, he could arrive immediately.

Asma turned over a few times and went straight back into the house. After a brief wash, he lay down.

He took a nap for a while, then the window opened without warning, the curtains flickered, and the night wind took the opportunity to sneak in, and the accompanying subtle sound was not the wind, but something else.

Asuma's eyes widened suddenly, he lifted up the quilt and threw it towards the window, using this cover to assume a confrontational stance.

"Take it easy."

A man's voice sounded leisurely. After saying this, Asma became even more nervous: "Who are you?"

Asuma stared at the speaker without turning his eyes. Under the night light, his white hair exuded a faint brightness, and his face was handsome. He was a type that was not easily forgotten at a glance.

Besides him, there was a young man standing next to him. He had black hair and a handsome face. He looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, quite young.

This strange combination made Esma a little more curious.

Three Magatama Sharingan appeared in the white-haired young man's eyes: "My name is Uchiha Aokiji, you should have heard of me."

After that, he introduced another black-haired boy: "He is Uchiha Itachi."

Asuma had an impression of the name "Aoji". It was mentioned in the letter sent by the old man that he was a dead person in the past, but he was resurrected recently for unknown reasons.

"You show up here in the middle of the night. You can't be just wandering around after eating."

Asma used a joking tone to ease the tense atmosphere in front of her: "Besides, this is Daming Mansion and no one can come in casually."

Although they are all friends from the same village, it is not normal for the other party to appear here in this way.

Qingzhi smiled and said, "Of course, I'm not that bored. The main thing is that I want your help with some things."

Asma looked strange and had an unknown feeling in her heart: "What are you doing?"

"As someone who grew up in Konoha Village, you should know the current predicament of Uchiha."

Asuma nodded, not denying it.

Aoki said meaningfully: "My job is to hope that you can help the Uchiha clan change this predicament."

Hearing this, Asma breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved, thinking that he wanted to help him: "Although I sympathize with your situation, there is nothing I can do about this kind of thing."

Although he is the son of the Hokage, he has no say in the internal affairs of the village.

"No, it can be done, as long as you become Hokage."

Asuma was stunned for a moment, understood what was going on, and smiled bitterly: "If this is the case, forget it, not only do I have no interest in Hokage, but my personality is not suitable for being Hokage.

Qing Zhi saw that the other party had misunderstood something and couldn't help but laugh.

"whee……"

Asma frowned, and the laughter lingering in the air was evil: "Why are you laughing..."

"I think you must have misunderstood me."

Asuma asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

"I'm talking about becoming Hokage, not someone else, but me."

"What!" Asuma looked surprised.

"For this, I need your help." Aoki squinted his eyes and kept a smile on his face, "If you, the Hokage's son, give me your full support, I think I should be very sure of becoming the Hokage."

Asuma remembered what the old man had mentioned in his letter about the new Hokage, and combined with Aokiji's statement now that he was here, everything became clear.

Aoki hopes that he, the son of the Hokage, can say a few words in front of his father to influence the Hokage's decision-making.

Asma doesn't have much involvement in politics, and doesn't know how many twists and turns there are, but one thing is certain, his old man will not let his few words affect the solution:

"Except for other reasons, even if I support you, the effect will be very small, maybe even negligible. I don't understand where your confidence comes from?"

"Don't underestimate yourself, you have more energy than you think."

Asuma asked in confusion: "What's the reason?"

"That's a good question." Qingzhi answered: "But before I answer this question, I have to tell you something else."

"what?"

"Itachi." Aokiji signaled.

Itachi nodded, raised his sword finger, and his Sharingan eyes rotated rapidly.

Asuma was startled and found that the surrounding environment had changed unknowingly.

Aokiji reminded: "Don't worry, this is not an illusion, but one of the abilities of the Sharingan. It can release what the eyes see like a movie."

As soon as he finished speaking, Asma was already in a room where four people were sitting together. In front of them was a black-haired boy who was half-kneeling.

These four old people are not other people, but the top brass of Konoha, Shimura Danzo, Mito Kadoen, Koharu Koharu, and the Third Hokage, who is also his father Sarutobi Hiruzen.

And that black-haired boy was Itachi Uchiha.

At this moment, what Konoha's top brass told Itachi was simply horrifying.

Uchiha was planning to launch a coup, and the higher-ups planned to kill all the Uchiha clan.

Immediately afterwards, the scene changed, and Danzo was privately giving Itachi an order to kill all the clan members.

Then, the screen disappeared.

Qingzhi said: "Now you know why I want to be Hokage. For the sake of my people, I must become Hokage."

"There must be some misunderstanding."

Asuma couldn't believe that something like this would happen to the village without him during this period of time.

"This is not a misunderstanding that can be dismissed lightly."

"...What do you want me to do?"

"I didn't do anything. I just wanted you to behave like Itachi."