Chapter 27: Ninja of the Hand 1 Clan

Ling shook off the blood stains on the blade, his smile still gentle, but he did not sheath the knife. "I think you might be willing to reorganize your language now?"

But soon, listening to the sounds of swords being drawn, Ling smiled helplessly, "You are really rude in treating your guests... But this is more convenient for me."

While Ling and the others were doing their things in an orderly manner, this somewhat remote town welcomed another team of ninjas. The leading male ninja was tall, with healthy wheat-colored skin, a handsome and generous appearance, and he could make people trust him just by looking at him.

But when passers-by saw the clan emblem on the man's headband, they all stepped away to avoid bringing unnecessary harm to themselves - even if they recognized that the clan emblem belonged to the Senju clan, which was rumored to be kind-hearted. But who knew if these powerful ninjas would be found to be in harm's way for some strange reason the next second?

The young ninja who was the leader was already accustomed to this and did not care. He just led the teenagers behind him into a restaurant on the street and then sat down in a corner where they could be observed easily.

After ordering food with the owner, the young leader looked at a kid with a bowl-shaped head in the team and said, "To be honest, you guys really disappoint me in this mission, especially you, Hashirama."

The teenager who was named by the man pursed his lips and turned his head away without saying anything.

Seeing this, the young man sighed again, "Hashirama, you are indeed very powerful, but I must make it clear to you that you cannot show mercy to those suspicious targets who may threaten our completion of the mission when you are on a mission."

"But they are just civilians passing by!" The young boy called Hashirama slammed the table, his eyes filled with anger, "There is no need to go to that extent!"

Senju Hashirama as a child

The young man rubbed his temples, looking exhausted. "That level of illusion won't cause any harm to them, and it can also eliminate the unstable factors of the mission... In short, if you want to get the qualification for an independent mission, this is a must."

"So I was—" Hashirama looked at the horrified shopkeeper, smiled at him apologetically, then lowered his voice and sat back in his seat, "So didn't I say that at the time?! They are just ordinary people who don't even have chakra!"

"Hashirama, not everyone has your intuition - and intuition can't always be accurate." The young man covered his head, his voice sounding a little broken, "Even a perception ninja can't guarantee that every perception is accurate, not to mention that people without chakra sometimes leak our information intentionally or unintentionally...

God, I would rather fight an Uchiha than take you on a mission! A fight that can decide the outcome, life or death!"

The boys who were traveling with him also poked Hashirama, signaling him not to be so stubborn.

Hashirama was not convinced and wanted to say something else, but at this time the wind chimes at the door of the store rang again, and a gentle voice also sounded, "Excuse me, do you sell any wine here?"

Hashirama didn't want to care at first, but he saw the young man in front of him suddenly burst into strong hostility. Out of curiosity, he couldn't help but turn his head to look over. What he saw was the brightly colored fire fan on the man's chest - it was an Uchiha!

"Yes, yes, there is wine here," the owner glanced at the group of people sitting in the corner, and said in a stumbling voice, "No, but..."

"That's great. Please give me a cup of ale mixed with tea - more tea. After all, it's hard for me to find a shop in my current state. Please."

Hashirama couldn't help but look at the young man from Uchiha. The young man looked neat in light-colored clothes, and his black hair was neatly combed behind his head - but the hair seemed a little unruly, and it curled up in some mischievous arcs on the young man's head. However, this did not damage the young man's image, but instead reduced the sense of alienation caused by his overly perfect face.

But what puzzled Hashirama the most was the silk ribbon used to cover the young man's eyes - after all, it was a well-known fact in the entire ninja world that the Uchiha were good at eye techniques, and he couldn't understand why the young man had to cover his eyes.

[Is he practicing? ]

Thinking of this, Hashirama became more and more curious and couldn't help but stare at the young man.

"Is there something wrong with me? You all look at me eagerly."

Hashirama was startled and raised his head, looking directly at the young man's face. Even though he didn't look directly into his eyes, he still felt that he was being watched. Along with it came a sense of crisis that made his hair stand on end. He subconsciously said, "No, it's just that there's a lot of blood on your body, so I'm a little concerned."

The young man was stunned and lowered his head. "Huh? Bloodstains? Where are they?"

"The right cuff and the right hem..."

"Hey - this is the only set of clean clothes I have... It's really a headache. I should wear dark clothes from now on." The young man sighed and turned to Hashirama with a smile on his lips, "Thank you for reminding me."

Hashirama was still a little dazed. He didn't expect to be thanked by Uchiha. He shook his head subconsciously, but when he saw the silk cloth covering his eyes, he came to his senses and said, "No, it's nothing. After all, it's normal to help each other when you are out and about..."

“Pfft, pfft, hahahahahahahahahaha—you’re such a funny guy, hahahahahahahahaha, but you’re right, we should help each other when we go out, hahahahahahahahaha—”

As the young man laughed, Hashirama felt that the hostility that had been following him like a shadow just now disappeared, but the doubts in his heart increased instead of decreasing - why was this Uchiha family different from what the adults at home said?

"Are you confused?" The young man propped up his chin with a gentle smile on his face, "Why am I different from the Uchiha described by the older generation of your family?"

Before Hashirama could react, the young man leading the group spoke first, "Shopkeeper, why haven't the dishes we ordered arrived yet? Isn't it too slow?"

"I'll be right here, right here." The shopkeeper smiled, but couldn't help cursing in his heart, "Everyone knows that the Senju and Uchiha don't get along. With the atmosphere you guys just had, who would dare to come near me?"

After instructing the waiter to quickly serve the dishes to both parties, the restaurant owner led the waiter to step aside, trying to reduce his presence.

Under the threatening gaze of the young leader, Hashirama said nothing more, but his eyes still unconsciously fell on the Uchiha sitting in the middle of the lobby, watching him drink a large cup of beer mixed with tea in a very generous manner.

"It's delicious! It's really the best to have a drink after the mission! Satisfied, satisfied--" The Uchiha youth let out a long sigh, "Boss, please pay the bill."

"No, no, it's my treat. It's my treat."

“That won’t do…” The young man shook his head slightly, the smile on his face turning helpless, he took out some money and put it on the table, “Although there are other [friends] here today who didn’t drink to their heart’s content, they are all trying to make a living, so there’s no need for me to embarrass you…

Ah, yes, yes, the group of [friends] in the corner, although I don’t know whether you are from the Senju clan or the Uzumaki clan, next time when you bring your clan children out for training, it’s best not to show hostility casually. This time I let you go for the sake of your children, but the Uchiha you meet next time may not be as good-tempered as me. "

After his identity was exposed, the leader of Qianshou's team was no longer silent, and his words were full of sarcasm, "Oh, if you didn't have your tribesmen with you, do you really think I would worry about a blind man like you? Tell me your name, and then we can compete on the battlefield."

"What's your name..." The young man stood up with his sword and a smile on his face. "My name is Uchiha Ling."