Beibeibeibeibeibei

T/N: "bei" means shell fish, cowry, and sometimes valuables and money... yeah I don't understand the title

The weather is hot again.

Just standing in the incandescent sun for a few minutes, sweat would appear on people's bodies.

But all of that was nothing compared to the passion in the Konoha arena.

Violence is a kind of beauty.

Extreme violence is an extremely special kind of beauty.

It was so destructive that it could shatter the bones of those who came close to it if they weren't careful. And yet, this threatening beauty is so beautiful that one can't help but be dazzled.

Now, weak people are drawn to this frenzy of emotion. From all over the world, they converged on Konoha just to experience this simplest and purest of beauty.

Berserk waves of sound echoed around the arena, the overzealousness was like lava, melting the hearts of the men so that they couldn't help but join in.

For a few seconds, even Hiruko was caught up in the frenzy.

Here, people forgot the unhappiness of life, forgot all kinds of boredom, and they focused all their spirits and spines on one thing - for the truly strong, to send their cheers.

For a few seconds, even Hiruko, who had long ceased to be young, almost forgot his original intention.

"Kill kill kill kill kill!"

"Come on, I'm putting down all my stature on you! If you lose, I'll have to go live in a bridge hole!"

"Boring, come on fight, we want to see blood flowing!"

...Fortunately, the betting dog was very timely and awaken Hiruko.

He is not here to fight for glory now.

He is here to take revenge on the whole world... for this unjust world, offering his hatred.

Dressed in a white straitjacket that covered his entire body, Hiruko, against the various shouts of the audience, stepped into the ring.

As a former Konoha Jonin, Hiruko clearly knew that there were many people in Konoha who recognized him.

At the very least, two of the Sennin who were often active in Konoha today should still remember him.

They had known each other for so long that it was still difficult to forget each other.

But fortunately, in the ninja world, looks weren't something too valuable.

There were too many, too many things that could be changed.

Simple ones, even the little kids know how to transform.

A little more complicated, is to directly occupy another person's body.

It is even easier to take over the appearance of ordinary people...

For true masters, they prefer to identify a person from their fighting style.

After all, the face can be changed, but the fighting pattern and style that has been refined over thousands of years is not so easy to hide.

But the words of Hiruko...

"I have long since left the past behind..."

Hiruko stood in the ring and murmured so, then slowly collected his feelings and returned to being as cold as a dead man.

The ring referee watched as he stood and then began to explain to the audience the identity and origins of Hiruko.

Rightfully so, these were all fake.

A quick check would reveal that.

But the audience and the referees didn't care.

There were so many, so many people who had signed up under false identities among the contestants this time that Konoha didn't even want to care.

Luckily, what the spectators really wanted to see was a good match, and didn't care too much about these details - of course, it would be better if the contestants and spectators were from the same country.

After Hiruko stood in place, his opponent also stood at a distance of fifty meters from him.

"Gentlemen, this is Daimaede! The seeded player in this tournament!"

"This ninja is from the Land of Birds, and what he specializes in is completely suppressing his opponents with a terrifying attack like the fury of a blistering wind! If you can't fend off his attacks in the first place, then watch out!"

The referee wearing sunglasses and a big beard explained so loudly for the whole audience, firing up the atmosphere of the scene and at the same time, he was also reminding Hiruko.

...A speed stream powerhouse with no kekkei genkai?

Also good.

Hiruko silently looked at the stoic-faced middle-aged man across from him, and already had a battle plan in mind.

"Are you two ready? -

"3, 2, 1... fight!"

Dong!

As the gong sounded in the arena, the referee disappeared into the yellow sand battlefield with a flash, leaving the match entirely in the hands of the two contestants.

"Your mistake was meeting me!"

"-Come to your senses!"

Daimaede had a big mouth, but was extremely cautious in practice. Since Hiruko hadn't given away too much information because it was his first appearance, he simply didn't go in close, but instead, with a wave of his big sleeve, he threw an uncountable number of Senbon towards Hiruko.

This hand of senbon throwing looked ordinary, but it was enough to let Hiruko know that he was a true expert.

And the excited shouts of the audience that kept coming from the viewing platform also confirmed Hiruko's judgment.

"The auditions haven't really ended yet, and a true expert has already appeared?"

"The gold content of this battle is truly not to be underestimated."

"No, besides the so-called glory of the battle, this is also the idle masters' worry for the ninja world war nine years from now... The masters of their generation are the ones who will definitely encounter the war themselves. And none of them want to make an enemy of Konoha..."

The torrent of the world was vast, hitting like a tsunami. Being in the midst of it, Hiruko also read more or less a hint of tyranny and helplessness in it.

Everyone has everyone's position, but in front of reality, they must make their own choices.

"And my choice is... this!"

Hiruko observed his opponent's every move. Seeing that the opponent's senbons were raining down more and more, without the slightest tendency to stop, he simply stopped dodging, and instead, with a single gaze, he directly rushed towards his opponent.

"Not running away, but rushing over to me? ...Either way!"

Daimaeda had already fought many matches in the sea election and was more or less famous. He didn't really care about divulging information about himself, because he knew very well that everyone else knew that he was fast and would want to avoid close combat with him.

But this way, he could also utilize his unique skill of throwing Senbon.

A true shinobi might still have weaknesses. But they must have formed an exclusive fighting style centered on their strengths - under this fighting style, even weaknesses became part of their attacks.

Seeing that the enemy was advancing instead of retreating, Daimaede hurriedly shook his spirit and threw several times in succession.

However, Hiruko's movements were also quite swift, and he was even directly burst in.

Surprised, Daimaede did not panic, but pulled out his own ninja sword.

In a moment, the two of them clung to each other and began to fight back and forth.

In serious battles, genjutsu dueling was the most boring.

Although the ninjutsu blooms were beautiful, they sometimes obscured the view. Moreover, ninjas were dirty, and often the use of jutsu was just a gimmick to deceive their opponents.

What really attracted the audience was always the physical battle with infinite killing opportunities.

The real battles were extremely cruel.

On the merciless battlefield, all people would turn into real beasts before the grueling casualties, splattered blood, sliced limbs, and explosively rising hormones.

What taboos, what norms, are all thrown to the back of their minds.

Teeth biting, eye thrusts, crotch kicks, and even the use of large trucks descending on the enemy, or heavy artillery, all become a matter of course.

Even the levers that can be found everywhere in the park can be used to kill.

On the battlefield of the ninja, there is no justice or mercy, only survival and death.

This is the ultra-realistic battle!

This kind of horrifying battle where both sides could die at any time captivated everyone.

Of course, this was after all an imperial trial match, and the ninja would be more or less restrained - after all, there were so many supportive spectators watching around you, and there were quite a few big names among them, and it might even be related to your future.

At the very least, given the choice, the ninjas are still partial to putting on a good fight.

Or even leave their opponents alive for that matter.

And this time... Daimaede wanted to do the same.

Because in the constant exchange of hands between the two sides over, he had already sensed that Hiruko was not as good as himself in terms of speed.

Hiruko's awareness is very good, when it is time to close, when it is time to release. The fighting style seemed ancient and conservative, yet it hardly ever exposed his weaknesses.

This was a veteran who had truly been on the battlefield and had a wealth of dueling experience.

In the case of both sides with similar battle strength, wanting to eat Hiruko is a very difficult thing.

But... he would win.

Daimaeda was not a bloodline ninja, nor had he received any secret passages. He was able to obtain the position and power he has today, and it was entirely put together by himself, sword by sword.

In the wilderness of war, there was always such a small portion of talent that could rise against the odds.

He could have arbitrarily chosen a small force and spent his life in relative style. But after sensing that the wind was blowing in a different direction, he still made his own judgment.

And this time, it will be the same... as the previous few battles What?

Don't look at Daimaede's moves as nothing special, almost the entire time he was flat average. However, the only martial art under the sun is fast. Thousands of hammers, spending countless blood and tears forged out of high speed, itself is the most terrifying weapon.

In front of his absolute high speed, no matter how powerful your ninjutsu is, you don't have a chance to perform it.

In countless previous battles, Daimaede had already verified this truth for an unknown number of times - but, why was his opponent even faster than him this time?

The ninjutsu blade in Daimaede's hand was fast, just like the raging thunder.

However, in his eyes, Hiruko was even faster. His figure was like a radish hanging in front of a donkey, no matter how hard he tried, he could never reach his opponent.

After attacking furiously for tens of seconds like this, earning countless gasps from the spectators, Daimaede took the initiative to stop and jumped out of the battle circle.

Breathless frenzied attacks that lasted up to tens of seconds were not his limit, but Hiruko's battle method was just too bizarre for him to care.

"What kind of speed is this... You're not just speed at all, it's kekkei genkai, isn't it!"

Hiruko didn't deny it either.

"That's right, it's precisely the Swift Escape!"

Hiruko was also very clear that it was pointless to hide something from an expert like Daimaede- moreover, he was also hoping to proclaim certain things through Daimaede's mouth.

"Surprisingly, it's a swift release, so aren't you... hmmm, it's none of my business."

As a good player of the speed category, Daimaede would naturally take the initiative to learn about some of the fastest ninjas today.

And the Swift Releasewas naturally one of them.

It was only at this point that he truly realized the pressure.

But having fought to this point, he had to fight on regardless of whether the enemy was strong or not.

Moreover, if he could defeat an expert with a swift release here... Daimaede's consciousness, stayed here.

Because when the sparks of his thoughts continued to blossom, the figure of Hiruko was already like a ghost, not giving him any chance to react at all, directly sticking up.

Daimaede's body instinctively wanted to dodge, yet it was already too late.

The power of the kekkei genkai  was not something that could be overcome by mere nerve reflexes.

Hiruko wasn't willing to reveal too many of his cards, so he only used the most basic punching and kicking techniques. However, with the addition of speed, even just ordinary punches and kicks caused great damage to the enemy.

Destructive power = mass x speed x grip strength!

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

After a flurry of punches, Daimaede was knocked to the ground.

A clean victory for Hiruko, to say the least, and the high intensity head-to-head was well received by the crowd. Seeing how easily Hiruko had knocked out Daimaede, who belonged to a hefty group of non-kekkei genkai Ninjas, the audience immediately erupted into loud cheers.

But... Hiruko didn't stop his attack.

Snap!

Daimaede had clearly fainted, but Hiruko still raised his foot and stomped heavily on his opponent's face.

Because of the embedded chakra, Daimaede face immediately twisted and distorted. His mouth full of white teeth, moreover, all shattered in an instant.

For a moment, Daimaeda's seven orifices were bleeding and his teeth were shattered, the scene looked extremely miserable.

The cheering of the audience stopped.

However, Hiruko still hasn't stopped his rampage.

The referee had to come out and stop it.

Some of the excited spectators and ninjas even booed and cursed.

"This contestant, please stop your behavior! You have already gained the victory! If you have to kill the Daimaede contestant, I will have no choice but to kill you on the spot!"

Though one must have the realization of being killed in battle when they go into the arena, Konoha's bottom line in this tournament is that no one is allowed to kill.

"Hmph."

Hiruko grunted coldly, stopping his rampage.

He didn't tangle with the referee too much, yet the words he spoke as he turned to leave enraged certain ninja.

"Hmph, how dare you be our opponent when you don't even have some kekkei genkai!"

"This world, after all, is the world of our kekkei genkai ninja! It's not even clear until now."

Hiruko, began to light a fire in the middle of the scene.

... ...

Konoha, in front of the Memorial Monument, Makoto this and the new Tsuchikage, Kitsuchi, who had just arrived, were talking.

For such an important occasion, the Kages were sure to make an appearance.

Only out of some legitimate selfishness, the Kages would not participate in the audition, but would directly enter the rematch.

No one felt that there was anything wrong with this.

Even the audience.

And before the official start of the battle, Kitsuchi had some things he wanted to say to Makoto.

As it happened, Makoto had some things he wanted to say to him as well.

"Is this the memorial momument of Konoha..."

"Well, this is the place where my grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, brother, sister, brother and sister are buried..."

"War, what a horrible beast that devours everything."

"Who says it isn't. How wonderful it would be if one day, everyone didn't have to fight."

As the two Kages were talking like this, an Anbu suddenly appeared. He couldn't care less about etiquette and whispered a few words in Makoto's ear.

"Oh... surprisingly something like this happened."

"What happened? Godaime Hokage-sama."

Makoto did not hide anything and told Kitsuchi what happened in the arena.

Both of them simultaneously showed concern.

But the things the two were worried about were actually not quite the same.

What Kitsuchi was worried about was the fact that the conflict between the kekkei genkai ninja and the ordinary ninja had turned out to be so sharp that it had even erupted directly in the arena.

It wasn't that Kitsuchi didn't know about the conflict between the two, it was just that before, when people had a bit of friction in private, it was just that. It wasn't in heaven, it was normal for everyone to stumble.

But in such an important occasion like the arena...

He was really a bit worried.

But Makoto actually wasn't worried about that.

As a past keyboard magnate, he had already experienced such things as bringing the rhythm and being brought up to speed countless times.

As far as he was concerned, Hiruko was just making the first step.

First, he was messing with himself and stirring up conflicts.

Don't say anything about a slap in the face, as long as Hiruko continues to make trouble, sooner or later, there will be a leopard manic old brother with him in a life and death battle.

There really aren't many ninjas who are good-tempered.

This is enough.

With a full four kekkei genkai, Hiruko was perfectly capable of shading the average Kage to death if he wasn't adequately prepared, not to mention the average contestant.

The person who is angered will definitely die, and as soon as someone dies, this conflict will immediately surface.

There are some things that no one cares about, but when it comes down to it...

The next thing to be tested is the ability of Hiruko to bring rhythm.

Makoto if you let yourself to come, surely is the self-disclosure of dark childhood, flowers worship, newspaper public opinion bombing and so on a dragon.

The whole ninja world will be in a state of flux with one set.

Of course, he can also not come so.

After all, Hiruko's Chimera jutsu, indeed can seize other people's kekkei genkai, and even gifted to others.

If he played a little deeper, he could have defeated certain experts who did not have blood succession, and then give the kekkei genkai of certain kekkei genkai ninja who had a grudge against them.

No one would be able to resist this temptation.

It would definitely be really fragrant.

On top of that, the non-kekkei genkai ninja's hatred towards the kekkei genkai ninja would also skyrocket - so you guys are stronger than me, really just this is more than kekkei gemkai.

With the technique of the Chimera jutsu as a guide, he can easily enlist a large number of chunin and genin ninja... who have resentment in their chests After all, complaining about the enemy's opening up is far simpler than admitting that he is a dish.

Hiruko played a little more vicious, and can even give the Chimera jutsu directly to the circulation...

If it was Makoto, he would definitely do that.

Pretty much the same as publicizing the Sword Art of Warding off Evil.

T/N: the sword art above is from the Chinese novel The Smiling, Proud Wanderer by Jin Yong, there is a movie with the same title (in Chinese) which translated to  The Swordsman, a movie that was released in 1990 of Taiwan

If you seniors don't learn it, this quick-fix kung fu will be picked up by the young pups and overthrow you.

If you seniors learn it, one by one you will become dead eunuchs, and one by one you will become extinct, and you will have avenged the extermination of the Lin family...

T/N: I gave up on the two lines above

The barrier to entry for Chimera jutsu isn't really that high, just look at his three minions in the theatrical version.

If ordinary ninjas can really also take over the kekkei genkai ninja's kekkei genkai... that would be the real world chaos.

This won't end without a big kill.

No one can deny the true power of a quick fix.

Especially those who have had a poor life, mentally perverted ninjas... the ninja world's least shortage, is the ninja with these two qualities.

In that sea of orphaned ninja, guys like Iruka who don't complain or take offense are the real freaks.

There were a lot of tricks that Hiruko could play, but Makoto wasn't really worried - after all, Hiruko was surrounded by tw pairs of eyes of Aunt Snake and Kakuzu.

The two people can listen to almost all of his plans, such a big advantage, plus Konoha's geographical advantage, he can not solve Hiruko words, then he is better to cut his stomach on the spot.

And to be honest... Hiruko chose the timing is not quite right.

The contradiction between the clan ninja and ordinary ninja does exist, Makoto previous reforms when, perceived that kind of huge pressure from the clan ninja.

But for now, this contradiction has not completely overwhelmed everything.

After all, the Fourth Ninja War has only been a year in the past, and the blood shed by many clan ninjas is still visible to everyone. Konoha had also been expanding outside, and the lives of ordinary ninja were actually pretty good.

The pressure on the other hidden villages was indeed great, but it was precisely because the pressure was so great that the conflicts between the clan ninja and the ordinary ninja were also suppressed - what was really killing them was the battle between the conservative and reformist factions.

By the time of Boruto, the shinobi world was truly finished.

The odds are that Naruto will pass the seat to Boruto, and the odds are that whoever Boruto marries, the seat will pass to his son as well.

-Under such an excellent bloodline, even in pure strength, it is estimated that there are not many people who can surpass Boruto's son.

And the sidekicks who are active in Boruto, all of them are from the family, generations of loyalty and goodness. To have a battle record, to have a name and fame, to be loyal to have loyalty.

They are full of a large group of people, occupying all the positions.

Then... this is really finished.

Ordinary ninjas were completely and utterly squeezed out of the core decision making circle.

Even the middle and lower executive circles.

Hot-blooded manga can go on being hot-blooded forever.

But reality won't.

It does suck right now, but it's not quite that bad.

What really upsets Makoto is... that he has worked so hard, put down such a big capital, and even prepared himself mentally for the same death, but the result is that there were only two trash?

The experts he wanted to kill, they damn - Did! Not! Come!

Makoto already knew that this senior brother would not come.

After the last time the two sides exchanged blows, Nagato realized the importance of the organization. Predictably, in the next few years, he will develop the Akatsuki as the main goal.

Only if there was an opportunity would he go to capture the Biju - there was no way, the relationship between the five great hidden villages was far closer now than at the same time in history, and contradictions were contradictions, and whichever tailed beasts were really captured, the five great hidden villages were genuinely likely to team up and strike.

The hardest thing is the first time.

After the previous experience of joining forces to beat up Soragakure, everyone actually didn't mind joining forces again.

In Makoto's plan, the worst case scenario was that Obito talked a few Kages into joining forces to mess up in the tournament.

After all, Obito had now taken control of Yagura, and Yagura this guy's words... Anyway, this guy was notorious for liking to make trouble, and his guts were still big. With this reputation, it was possible for the other Kages to be convinced.

Previously, during the Fourth Ninja War, wasn't that what he did.

In that case, several Kages along with the elite they brought along with them could launch a deadly attack directly at Konoha.

Considering the special nature of Kamui, Obito could even bring certain top experts and raid Konoha's main headquarters.

With such a combination of punches, even if it couldn't abolish Konoha, it could greatly damage the relationship between the five great hidden villages, or even directly regress to the Ninja Village Era.

But Obito didn't come.

Yagura didn't even move.

It wasn't that Obito saw through everything like Marshtomp, but...

According to reliable information, it was that Terumi Mei had united many of the jonins and blocked him, making him give an explanation for his previous strange actions - not forcing him to come to the palace, either, but to make Yagura explain the ledger.

If it was Yagura himself, naturally there would be no problem. But the words of Obito... Which elementary school teach accounting.

Obito had no choice but to use Mizukage's authority to forcefully imprison Terumi Mei temporarily.

And then Kirigakure blew up.

It is true that as a ninja, Terumi Mei is only young, but her identity is very special, basically similar to Kakashi in Konoha.

Anyone could see that Yagura was trying to groom her to be his successor.

During this period of time, the person who had the best relationship with Terumi Mei was not other people, but the Yagura faction...

For a time, the Yagura faction was in chaos, those who begged for mercy and those who complained about their interests. Even some of the elders who had already retired, also re-emerged to try to ease the situation in the village.

How can Obito care so much? Anyway, he just kills indiscriminately, which aggravates Kirigakure's chaos. For a while, it even reaches the point where he can hardly do anything - Obito really has a personal grudge.

Being so messed up by him, Yagura couldn't come even if he wanted to.

Straight away, the most troublesome shit-stirrer was out of the picture.

Kumo originally wanted to stir up trouble as well, but probably because Makoto had strayed too far before, the two major factions within Kumo already smelled incompatible.

It wasn't that they didn't know the importance of the Imperial Trial Combination, but with the two factions hamstrung by each other, it was surprising that they couldn't do anything either.

-No matter what they did, they would immediately be interfered with by the other faction.

For a time, what they hated most instead was each other, not Konoha... Of course, they themselves had no Kage.

But that was another taboo subject.

Kumo can never choose a Kage now, and if they did, it would be for the two factions to start an armed conflict straight away.

Suna has always been Konoha's own people, and this time there is naturally not much action.

And Kitsuchi... compared to Makoto, he is actually more nervous...

After all, Makoto every time he made a move to dry either a small country or an entire industry, and Kitsuchi... even if he let himself evaluate himself, he is only a conservative ruler.

With no one to step forward, he only wanted to preserve Iwakin to continue to go on. As for other things, he really couldn't care less.

To be able to preserve the foundation and incidentally leave some legacy for future generations was considered a great success.

The national strength advantage of the Land of Fire, and the military oppression of Konoha, is really...

-Then Makoto looked left and right, he realized that this time really came to mess things up, there is only Hiruko and Kazehana Doto, these two small characters.

This time indeed came a total of four messed up guys, but Snake Aunt and Kakuzu these two...

The next real difficulty is not at all how to thwart the strong enemy, but how to protect these two spies, right?

He had already prepared to die in battle before, but now he encountered such an ending, it was like a punch in the cotton.

It is really... certainly all good.

As a consequentialist, Makoto preferred to get a victory rather than a hot blooded process.

If the problem can be solved with a big Ivan, why let hundreds of thousands of great young men leave their mothers forever?

Makoto rubbed his brow and whispered to the Anbu beside him.

"Adjust the battle sequencing. -

"Release Gai. -

"Also, go to the music room and get the tape that says Green Fruit that I put there. I want to use it later."

Although in terms of the shady battle sequence, according to the oath, the narrator will cut off his own hot dog. But the narrator is originally a kunoichi using henge, so it doesn't matter.

"Yes, Hokage-sama!"