Chapter 203 Your Highness, Daimyo, don’t they have flesh and blood, parents or brothers?

The capital of the Rain Country, outside the Daimyo's mansion.

Hanzo looked at the world blurred by the heavy rain, and felt that the whole world was filled with the sound of the tide.

It seemed that from the rain in the tide, one could still smell the smell of blood and rain

Kacha! Kacha!

While Hanzo was in a trance, the door of the Daimyo's mansion slowly opened behind him.

"Hanzo-sama."

Hearing the soft whispers coming from behind him, Hanzo turned his head and couldn't help but be stunned.

A group of young girls knelt on both sides of the door, forming a road to the glass world.

"Hanzo-sama, please follow me."

A middle-aged man dressed in elegant and gorgeous clothes, with loose and slender robes and embroidered family crests, smiled and said lightly: "Your Highness has been waiting for a long time."

Hanzo knew this man. He was one of the Daimyo's "retainers", a direct samurai under the Daimyo, and the most relied-on source of force for the Daimyo. He was usually given territory and a certain number of samurai subordinates.

At the same time, he is also one of the "peace advocates" today.

Thinking of this, Hanzo's expression sank slightly, and he followed the man into the Daimyo Mansion without saying a word.

Entering the Daimyo Mansion, you can see the corridors and eaves in the front yard, which is a luxurious scene. Going further in, there are trees and flowers in the courtyard.

It is hard to believe that there is such a place in the Rain Country shrouded in haze. Compared with the outside, it is like a paradise.

"These are flowers and plants transplanted from other countries. They are cold-resistant and water-resistant, and they bloom all year round."

Glancing at Hanzo who was surprised, the man's eyes flashed with contempt, and he introduced casually while walking: "Your Highness likes the feeling of vitality, and he specially found these varieties."

"..." Hanzo was silent for a moment, and said, "Even if they are cold-resistant and water-resistant, these flowers and plants can't survive in the Rain Country."

It is raining everywhere in this country. Because of the long-term rainfall, the Rain Country has quite abundant water resources.

For the Wind Country, which is in drought all year round, it may be something worthy of envy for those Sand Ninjas.

But in fact, like the Wind Country, the Rain Country is also poor. The Wind Country lacks sand the least, and the Rain Country lacks water the least. Those who are drought-stricken will die of drought, and those who are flooded will die of floods. Both are not suitable for growing crops.

"Indeed, it can only live for about a month."

The man smiled slightly and said indifferently: "But it doesn't matter. If it dies, just replace it."

Behind him, Hanzo's expression became gloomy and his mood became more and more depressed.

But soon, they walked through the corridor and entered the hall.

Those colorful colors are constructed in the vast hall, the seamless glass floor like glazed glass reflects dazzling light, and the vermilion corridor climbs on the four walls.

In addition to the warriors standing at the door of the hall and guarding around, there are many high-level officials and direct relatives, all of whom are dressed in luxurious clothes and have fair faces. The luxurious decorations give everyone's face a touch of gorgeous golden pink.

A young man sat at the head of the round table, and the girls surrounded him in a sultry way.

The thighs that could not be covered by the veil were dazzling in the light, and the specially widened cuffs allowed the breeze to come and go freely, revealing the spring light inside.

The refracted light hit the girls' creamy skin, as if coated with a thin layer of golden light. The half-covered paintings on the wall reminded people of ambiguous obscene words, and at first glance it was like being in a world of gold powder.

"..."

Before tonight, Hanzo boasted that he had seen the world, the hot springs in the country of hot springs that made people linger, and the geisha houses that made people sing and dance every night, but all of that was lost under the blurred and colorful colors.

These girls, who were old enough to be his daughters, knelt there in translucent clothes, painted the most colorful rouge, and put on the most tender face makeup. The smiles and rosy faces were hard to tell whether they were sincere or fake.

It was indeed the first time for him to see such a scene. At least in the past 20 or 30 years, he had never seen such an extravagant scene, which made him frown and avoid his sight.

"Haha, Hanzo, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"

The young man stood up enthusiastically, waved and smiled, "Sit down, sit down, and try the newly researched dishes."

"Your Highness Isibi." Hanzo forced himself to suppress the extremely complicated thoughts in his heart, saluted respectfully to the young man sitting in the first seat, and said, "I came here this time to..."

"Hey, Hanzo."

Before he finished speaking, Isibi interrupted him directly, waved his hand and said, "Everyone has been waiting for you to eat, so sit down first and talk while eating."

As soon as this was said, everyone else in the room cast their eyes over, some smiled, some nodded in good faith, some secretly examined, or looked at him with disdain.

"...Yes."

Hanzo paused, wanting to say something but stopping himself. In the end, he could only sit in the empty seat, responding to the strangers who smiled and gestured beside him, and looked at the large round table in front of him, which was covered with a spotless tablecloth.

At this moment, two white arms that were as white as ivory stretched out from behind, one hand holding a teapot high and the other hand waving sleeves, and the tea poured down from high into the teacup placed in front of Hanzo, and the tea tips rolled, scattered, and swirled in the pot.

"Thank you."

Hanzo said subconsciously, turned his head and saw a girl who was heavily made up but still couldn't hide her youthfulness. Her face was full of flattery and she lowered her head timidly.

He then realized that behind everyone present, like himself, there was a chef and a girl standing.

The chefs can still stand there, but the girls can only kneel and sit beside them. Their water-like waist and hip curves are moist and smooth, and their polished skin outlines the words of luxury and desire.

"Haha, Sir Hanzo, don't be too formal."

Seeing this, the retainer sitting next to him smiled, casually put his hand on the leg of the girl next to him, and said: "I'm just a maid. If you want it, I'm very willing." Cut off love."

Compared to the timid girl next to Hanzo, the girl next to him seemed more calm.

Facing the retainer's hand on his lap, even if it was given away as an object, he just smiled without showing any disgust, and nodded generously to Hanzo's gaze.

"Okay, let's get started."

While Hanzo was lost in thought, Isibi, who was sitting in the first place, clapped his hands.

The old-looking cook behind him walked out, first turned around and bowed slightly to Isibi, then turned around and started the next "food show" after he nodded.

In front of him, various condiments were placed on the edge of the white tablecloth. The silver spoon gently reached into the black condiment cup to pull out some, and then accurately and quickly drew an arc on the huge white tablecloth.

The cook behind the others also carefully followed the example of overlapping and drawing a reverse arc. The sweet-smelling black condiment spilled out a series of beautiful arcs on the white cloth between spoonfuls, overlapping and extending into fish. Bone-like.

The fish skeleton is formed, and the carefully processed red fruits and pink meat are sprinkled on the fish bones to become "flesh and blood".

The scales and feathers are drawn lifelike and smoothly, and the silver spoon flies and dances on the table without any spillage. The skilled and elegant "painting skills" create a landscape of fish leaping over the dragon's gate on the tablecloth, completing this meal. Dessert before.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

When the first meal was finished, the first person clapped, and a round of applause broke out.

"The first dish is Fish Leaping over the Dragon Gate. Please enjoy it." The old cook said softly and respectfully.

Looking at the meal that was comparable to art, Isibi nodded with satisfaction, looked at the old cook beside him and said with a smile: "Not bad, this is fish?"

The old chef lowered his head and explained: "This is cooked drunken crab cooked with red fruit wine, Huadiao and secret spices. The crab meat is red crab from the sea east of Konoha. The red crab in this season has plump and delicious fat. Incomparable.”

As he spoke, Isibi picked up a piece and tasted it. The vintage sweet fruit wine combined with other flavors perfectly suppressed the light fishy smell of crab meat. The sweet and sour taste also played an appetizing role.

"Very good!" Isibi's eyes lit up and he praised, "You are worthy of me for promoting you to the chief chef of the dining room, responsible for managing the affairs of the entire dining room."

The Grand Dining Officer is not only responsible for the royal family's dietary arrangements, but also supervises and manages officials at all levels under the Grand Dining House to ensure the supply and quality of the palace's food. This is usually done by senior members of the nobility.

Now, it was given to a cook with civilian background, which is enough to show his level and ability.

"I dare not betray His Highness's trust."

The old man bowed his head in gratitude and respect. Isibi smiled and turned away to look at the other people in the seat. He did not see the coldness in his cloudy eyes.

And looking at the crowds of people feasting in front of him, enjoying the food with relish and exchanging compliments, Hanzo, who had just returned from the front line, felt a sense of disillusionment and unreality in his heart.

"Hanzo-sama?" The girl next to him held the crab meat in one hand and held it up to his mouth.

But the scent of the girl and the food poured into his nose, making him nauseous and nauseated more than the smell of blood on the battlefield. His whole body trembled involuntarily, and he subconsciously raised his hand to slap away the arm that was brought to his mouth.

"ah!"

The force caused by the loss of consciousness left red marks on the girl's arms, and she fell backwards to the ground and let out a cry of pain.

In an instant, the originally lively hall became silent, and everyone looked over with different expressions on their faces.

Seeing this, the girl's face turned pale with fright, and she subconsciously covered her mouth.

Hanzo also came back to his senses, faced everyone's gaze, simply stood up, looked at Isibi and saluted: "Your Highness, I am a rough man, and I really have no luck. I have only one request, can you listen to me? explain?"

Hearing this, Isibi looked at him deeply, but instead of answering, he sighed: "It's such a pity that Lord Hanzo has no intention of enjoying such delicious food and beautiful scenery."

"However, before you speak, I also have a question. I wonder if Lord Hanzo can help me answer my question?"

Hanzo's mood dropped slightly and he said, "Your Highness, please speak."

"I'm very curious." Isibi smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. "What did you say when you faced the Sunagakure troops led by Chiyo alone?"

"...I just went to ask for something."

"What?"

"Explain." Hanzo said softly, "I want them to give an explanation for the massacre of civilians in the Land of Rain."

Isibi sneered: "So, are they willing to give it?"

"No." Hanzo shook his head.

"So you took action?" Isibi stood up and said coldly, "As the leader of Yuyin Village, once you take action, it is equivalent to declaring war. Don't you understand this truth?"

"..."

Looking at the silent Hanzo, Isibi narrowed his eyes slightly and continued: "Okay, let's not express this for now. Let me ask you, are you sure you can beat the Third Kazekage?"

"..." Hanzo remained silent.

"Yes or no?" Isibi's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Hanzo, what are your chances of winning?!"

Facing the Daimyo who was pressing closer and closer, Hanzo closed his eyes and said frankly: "At most 50%."

Bang! !

The sudden shattering sound echoed in the hall, causing the bodies of the girls kneeling around them to tremble.

"madness!"

Isibi suddenly broke the cup in his hand and reprimanded: "If the Kingdom of Rain hadn't been bowing to the five major countries in these years, the Kingdom of Rain would have perished long ago!"

"And all of this has been ruined by you! After a year of fighting, except for driving Sunagakure out of the country, you have accomplished nothing. You have spent all the efforts of the country to select 10,000 rain ninjas. Their hearts are distracted and they are already afraid of war! Are you telling me now that you only have a 50% chance of winning?"

Hanzo opened his eyes and said quickly: "Your Highness, look outside. Everyone in Amegakure Village has a strong hatred for Sunagakure, and the hatred is getting stronger and stronger."

"As long as you can provide enough supplies, we will win the next battle, and we will penetrate the Defense Line of the Wind, which will surely inspire everyone's confidence in the war situation!"

"Hate? What's the use of that?" Isibi raised his finger and pointed at Hanzo and said coldly, "Hate can't change the situation of the war. Your incompetence has become a fact. The defenses that could not be penetrated before can be achieved with a full stomach. ?”

After saying that, he paused, his tone became lighter, and he persuaded: "Hanzo-san, that's almost enough. You have already achieved great success and let the big countries see the power of our Country of Rain."

"It is meaningless for this war to continue. The little hope you have brought will only turn into greater despair. It is better to negotiate a truce with the Country of Wind now and obtain sufficient benefits from them."

Hearing this, Hanzo's body trembled suddenly, he looked at Isibi in disbelief, and blurted out: "Armistice? Interests? Is this how Your Highness defines this battle?"

"I know you don't want to accept it, but behind the war is politics and the exchange of interests!"

Isibi said bluntly: "With a truce, you will lose part of your honor, but at least the people under your command can survive and live a better life. They are all flesh and blood, with parents and brothers, right?"

"..."

Hanzo looked at Isibi in astonishment for a long time. After a moment, he smiled sadly, shook his head and stepped back. He turned around and lowered his head and said, "In that case, I'll excuse you and leave first."

Looking at his broad back, Isibi said with a gloomy expression: "If you continue, you will make this feat a laughing stock!"

Hanzo paused, turned his back to him and said calmly: "Thousands of rain ninjas and tens of thousands of civilians have died in the hands of the five major countries."

"Your Highness, please tell me, do they have no blood, no flesh, no parents and brothers?"