manynovel Chapter 100: The farce ends, Hancock gets what she wants.
Chapter 100: The farce ends, Hancock gets what she wants.
Chapter 100: The farce ends, Hancock gets what she wants.
"Monkeys! Is this how you repay me?!"
On the other side, Tobirama's roar from the resurrected form shook the ground slightly. "The reason I was willing to sacrifice myself back then was because I believed you could lead Konoha to a more prosperous future. But what have you done?"
He abruptly raised his hand, pointing at Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo, his fingers trembling slightly with rage: "Leaving aside the fact that you ostracized the Uchiha, you forced your comrades to their deaths, indulged your disciples, and feared external enemies—how did you become like this?!"
Before he could finish speaking, Tobirama Senju, enraged to the extreme, flashed across the ground, holding a Flying Thunder God kunai covered in runes. Clearly, he was so angry that he wanted to eliminate his own sect.
"Wait a minute."
Broly's voice rang out calmly.
Upon hearing this, Yamato released Susanoo once more, and the chakra giant spread out the shield of the Eight-Foot Mirror to block the Flying Thunder God Kunai in front of Tobirama Senju.
"Susanoo?!"
Tobirama Senju's pupils constricted, and he looked at Broly in disbelief: "Why are you stopping me? You shouldn't have any good feelings towards those monkeys."
Broly's lips curled into a playful smile. "Wouldn't killing them be more interesting?"
His gaze swept over Hiruzen Sarutobi's pale face, then landed on Danzo's evasive eyes. "The legacy you and Hashirama Senju left behind is still too great. Konoha is far from its rightful place. I want to see just how badly Konoha will decline under the leadership of this bunch of good-for-nothings."
Tobirama Senju froze, his face, made of clay, filled with astonishment.
He had seen countless strange things in his life, including the endless stream of lunatics from the Uchiha clan.
But I've never seen a freak like Broly.
Why not kill the enemy just to watch a farce?
This operation was completely beyond his comprehension.
"You—" Tobirama Senju trembled with rage, yet he was utterly helpless.
The actions of Broly, as described by others, were beyond his comprehension; his own reanimated body was no match for him.
Broly seemed to remember something, and turned his gaze to the trembling Koharu Utatane and Homura Mitokado beside him, his brows furrowing slightly: "But speaking of which, these two old guys are too boring."
He glanced at their pale faces and said casually, as if discussing the weather, "They have neither ambition nor ability; they are just parasites living off Hiruzen Sarutobi. Kill them."
After a moment of silence, the eyes of the thirty-odd Uchiha clan members, led by Uchiha Tetsuka, lit up instantly!
The crimson Sharingan swirled in its sockets, and the hatred suppressed for decades found an outlet at this moment.
"Lord Broly!"
Uchiha Tetsuka suddenly knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the ground. "Please, please give this opportunity to us Uchiha! Over the years, they've colluded with those two old bastards, Danzo and Sarutobi, to suppress our clan. We've wanted to settle this score with them for a long time!"
The other Uchiha clan members also knelt down, echoing in unison, "Please grant our request, Lord Broly!"
Broly raised an eyebrow, watching the group of vengeful Uchiha with interest: "Oh? Alright then."
The moment he received permission, Uchiha Tekka abruptly stood up, his eyes blazing with murderous intent: "Attack! Avenge our fallen clansmen!"
More than thirty Uchiha clansmen rushed forward like hungry wolves, their kunai and ninja swords gleaming coldly.
Koharu Utatane and Homura Mitokado were terrified and screamed as they tried to escape, but were surrounded by the Uchiha clan members.
"No! No!"
"This is all Danzo's idea; it has nothing to do with us!"
The desperate pleas for mercy rose and fell, but only fueled the Uchiha clan's anger.
They remembered the horrific massacre of their people and the humiliation of being ostracized and oppressed, and their blades fell without hesitation.
Blood splattered, the wails gradually weakened, and finally disappeared completely into the air.
The Konoha ninja present were all terrified, their bodies turning ice-cold and their faces deathly pale.
Looking at the almost frenzied excitement on the faces of the Uchiha clan members, and at the corpses turned into pieces on the ground, they gained a new understanding of the deep-seated resentment between the Uchiha and the Konoha leadership.
Hashirama Senju stood there, watching the bloody scene unfold, then slowly closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
He opened his eyes, looked at Broly, and said with a hint of weariness and helplessness, "Child, why must you do this? Konoha is already in chaos enough. You've probably achieved your goal. Why torture Koharu and the others?"
Broly turned to look at him and gave the same answer as on Pirate Planet: "Fun."
Hashirama Senju was stunned.
As the reincarnation of Ashura, and born a saint, he was destined to be unable to understand Broly.
Broly had no interest in continuing his conversation with Hashirama Senju and said to Orochimaru, "Alright, enough of the show. Send the souls of these two Hokage back to the Pure Land."
Orochimaru licked his lips, a strange glint in his eyes: "Lord Broly, what about Nohara Rin? Should we send her back to the Pure Land as well?"
"Need not."
Broly's gaze fell on Nohara Rin, who was not far away, and a smile appeared on his lips. "This one will be useful. I'll find a way to revive her later and take her to see Obito. Let's see how that simp hiding behind the mask reacts when he sees his living goddess."
Kakashi and the others were shocked. Resurrected?! Is this really possible?
Orochimaru nodded, asked no more questions, and quickly formed hand seals.
The bodies of Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju gradually scattered, eventually turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air.
Before leaving, Tobirama Senju glared angrily at Hiruzen Sarutobi, the disappointment and anger in his eyes making Hiruzen feel uneasy and unable to calm down for a long time.
With the departure of the two Hokage, this farce that swept through Konoha finally came to an end.
The impact of this farce was far from over—the Fourth Shinobi World War ended with Konoha's crushing defeat, the destruction of Kumogakure, and the rise of Kigakure, completely rewriting the landscape of the shinobi world.
The entire battle, from its announcement to its conclusion, lasted less than two days.
Let the entire ninja world see just how powerful Kigakure is.
In the blink of an eye, six years have passed.
The Hidden Leaf Village of today is a far cry from its former glory. Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo Shimura still rule the village, but Hiruzen Sarutobi's reputation has plummeted.
The crushing defeat six years ago became a stain on his life. The Konoha villagers dared not say anything on the surface, but they complained about him in private.
Danzo continues to secretly control Root, but his power has diminished considerably.
And Kigakure Village has become the undisputed number one strongest village without any controversy.
Meanwhile, in the training grounds of Kigakure, an eight-year-old boy was sweating profusely.
He has a face similar to Sarutobi Shinnosuke, but his eyes are more determined than those of children his age. Ichiko no Homare
Six years ago, after Broly brought him away from the Sarutobi clan, he had his men take him to Kigakure to raise him.
Konohamaru is no longer the naive child he once was. In the introverted and competitive Kigakure, he has already reached the level of a genin at the young age of eight.
Broly once jokingly considered renaming him "Kikagemaru," but then decided against it.
Not long ago, Uchiha Tetsuka sacrificed himself to Broly, saying that when the Sarutobi clan was wiped out in the future, Konohamaru would take action.
Upon hearing this suggestion, Broly couldn't help but give these envious people a thumbs up; they were indeed quite perverted.
Meanwhile, Konoha's Ninja Academy is also celebrating graduation season.
Naruto, Sakura, and a group of other children are about to graduate from the Ninja Academy and become official ninjas.
However, unlike the original story, Sasuke Uchiha was taken away by Obito Uchiha three years ago and his whereabouts remain unknown.
Without Sasuke, the originally planned Team 7 could not be formed.
Just when Hiruzen Sarutobi was having a major headache over this, an unexpected person stepped forward.
"Hey! Hokage, let me join."
It was Yamato who spoke.
After hearing about this, she thought it was quite amusing.
In six years, Yamato has perfectly mastered the power of her Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. In addition, she has integrated her father Guy's staff techniques, making her a match for ordinary Kage-level opponents.
Hiruzen Sarutobi was stunned. "You—those two children can't keep up with your strength."
"It's okay~"
The now graceful and elegant Yamato waved her hand and said with a smile, "I just think it's very interesting."
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Looking at the girl in front of him who shared the same name as one of his former subordinates, Hiruzen Sarutobi pursed his lips and reluctantly agreed.
He doesn't have many options left now.
And so, Team 7, consisting of Naruto, Sakura, and Yamato, was officially formed.
The morning light of Kigakure shines through the clouds, and the wine is placed on the character "Ki" in the very center of the Kigakure building.
Broly, who was now past twelve, had just finished his morning exercise. He casually took the towel Monet handed him and wiped his body, which was as perfect as an ancient Greek statue, and said, "Monet, change the sheets in my room and wash them. Remember to wash them separately."
"Yes, Lord Broly."
Monet responded respectfully, a strange glint in his beautiful eyes.
She had followed Broly for many years and had always taken care of his daily life, yet she specifically emphasized the instruction to "wash separately".
In the past, these kinds of chores were handled by specialists, so she, as the personal maid, never had to do them herself.
Although he had doubts, Monet did not ask any further questions.
From the day she chose to follow Broly, everything she had belonged to the strongest person in the universe.
She would obey Broly's every request unconditionally, let alone something as trivial as washing the sheets.
She went into Broly's room and changed the neatly made white sheets.
As soon as I picked up the bed sheet, a strong, mixed scent of youth and a secret aroma wafted into my nostrils.
Monet's cheeks flushed instantly, then she realized what was happening, and a gentle smile involuntarily curved her lips. She raised her hand and lightly brushed away the almost imperceptible stain on the sheets, murmuring to herself, "So that's how it is—"
"Our owner has grown up too."
"Hmm? Monet, who are you saying has grown up?"
A voice carrying a lazy laugh came from behind.
Monet turned around and saw Mei Terumi, dressed in a dark blue cheongsam, passing by. She stood gracefully at the door, her eyes full of curiosity.
For the past six years, Mei Terumi has lived a very comfortable life in Kigakure. With her own strength and skills, she has become one of the high-ranking members of Kigakure and has a good relationship with Monet, who has a similar temperament.
Monet's blush deepened. She hesitated for a moment, then, seeing the probing look in Mei Terumi's eyes, pulled her inside and whispered, "It's Lady Broly—I went to change the sheets and found some marks—"
"Oh?"
Mei Terumi's eyes lit up instantly.
She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the corner of her lips, a hint of undisguised passion flashing in her eyes.
At twenty-seven years old, she is at the most charming age for a woman, exuding mature allure in every gesture.
Six years ago, Broly personally invited her to join Kigakure.
Despite the significant age gap between them, Mei Terumi always considered herself Broly's woman.
Over the past six years, she has watched Broly grow from an innocent child into a tall, handsome young man exuding a strong aura of hormones, and her admiration and desire have long been irrepressible.
It's just that we haven't found the right opportunity yet.
Now, Broly has finally grown up.
Mei Terumi's heart began to race, countless thoughts that would not pass censorship flashed through her mind, and her eyes became burning.
Six years, six years! Do you know how I've spent these six years?!
She was already starting to plan whether to find an excuse to "bump into" Broly's room tonight.
Monet noticed the change in Mei Terumi's expression and quickly reminded her, "Mei, don't be impulsive. Lord Broly promised Lady Hancock that his first time would be reserved for her."
"What?!" Mei Terumi's smile froze instantly, the fervor in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by deep regret.
She pouted her full lips, her face full of resentment, yet helpless.
"What a pity—"
Mei Terumi muttered something under her breath, suppressing her impulse, and turned to return to her residence.
There's no way around it, the difference in strength is too great, so let's just leave the first round to Hancock.
After settling the matter with the sheets, Monet immediately told Hancock about it.
"What?! Brolita—"
In Hancock's room, the moment the Hidden Air Empress received the news, she abruptly stood up from the bed, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson, and her alluring eyes blazing with astonishing light.
When Hancock arrived, Broly was still eating breakfast. In the past, Hancock would have waited patiently at the door until Broly finished eating, but today was different.
"Broly!"
Broly put down his food and looked at her with interest. "What's wrong, Hancock? Why did you rush over like that? Is something the matter?"
Hancock walked up to him step by step, leaned closer, and a rich fragrance wafted over her.
She stretched out her slender, pale fingers and gently traced them across Broly's chest, her voice alluring and seductive: "Broly, do you still stand by what you said?"
Broly grasped her wrist, feeling the smooth skin of his palm, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Of course it counts, but I don't really know much about this stuff. Want me to teach you?"
"Even though I was almost fainting from embarrassment, the desire I'd suppressed for years still managed to overcome my shyness. 'Broly, this body has been waiting for you—now, finally—'"
She slowly leaned down, her red lips almost touching Broly's cheek, her breath warm and rapid.
The air in the room instantly became hot and humid, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread like a tide, setting the stage for a "battle" that had been brewing for years.
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