The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 168 The Request from the Daimyo of the Land of Fire

Inside the banquet hall, everyone's eyes turned to Tsunade.

Now that Tsunade is a princess, it's inappropriate for her to provide close-range treatment.

She thought for a moment, then turned to look at Jingyin beside her, her tone calm: "Uncle, don't worry, Jingyin is my personal disciple, her medical skills are superb, she can cure this kind of chronic poison you have."

Shizune stood up and bowed slightly to the daimyo of the Land of Fire.

She was dressed in a light purple physician's robe, her demeanor calm and serene: "Your Excellency, please rest assured, the chronic poison you have contracted is currently accumulating in your internal organs and has not yet invaded your bone marrow, so I can treat it."

The Fire Country Daimyo nodded slightly: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Shizune!"

Silently took out a sandalwood box from the storage scroll.

When the wooden box was opened, dozens of slender silver needles were neatly arranged inside, gleaming coldly under the light.

She gestured for the daimyo of the Land of Fire to sit on a soft couch nearby, and two servants carefully helped him remove his outer robe, revealing his slightly aged chest.

Everyone in the hall held their breath, watching this scene intently.

Silently and calmly, she pinched the silver needles between her fingers and focused her gaze on the acupoints on the chest of the Fire Country Daimyo, steadily inserting the silver needles one by one.

As the silver needles were inserted into his body, Shizune's fingertips gathered a pale green medical chakra, which slowly seeped into the body of the Fire Country Daimyo.

Wisps of black energy, visible to the naked eye, spread upwards along the silver needle, gradually turning the originally silvery needle black.

"The poisonous blood is about to flow out, please bear with it, Your Excellency," Shizune reminded him.

Black, poisonous blood began to seep from the needle hole, dripping onto the prepared white silk and spreading into shocking black spots.

The daimyo of the Land of Fire gradually relaxed, his pale face regained some color, and the pain in his abdomen was significantly relieved.

His gaze towards Jingyin was full of gratitude: "I...I feel much better! Thank you so much, Miss Jingyin!"

Shizune smiled and replied, "Your Excellency, there's no need for you to be so polite. I've already cured you of the poison. You'll recover in just a few days."

Next, she carefully removed the silver needle with tweezers and threw it into a wine glass to wash it.

The poisonous blood on the silver needles dissolves instantly upon contact with the wine, turning the clear wine black as ink in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the dark liquid, the daimyo of the Land of Fire's face also turned gloomy.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

He muttered to himself, "These unfilial sons... what ruthless methods they employ..."

He then raised his head and bowed solemnly to Jingyin: "Thank you for saving me today, young lady. I will remember this kindness."

Shizune quickly returned the greeting: "Your Excellency is too kind. It is merely a doctor's duty."

Although the atmosphere at the banquet had become lively again, everyone could feel the chill emanating from the Fire Country Daimyo.

He spoke and laughed as usual, but the sharp glint in his eyes seemed to indicate that he had already drawn up a list of people who needed to be dealt with in his mind.

Uchiha Mitsunori and Tsunade exchanged a glance, their understanding unspoken.

The unexpected turn of events at the banquet ultimately prevented this family reunion celebration from ending well.

Although the ministers were no longer flustered, they had also lost their previous excitement. They all looked worried and even seemed absent-minded when offering toasts.

The daimyo of the Land of Fire forced himself to stay awake for a while, but eventually succumbed to exhaustion and ended the banquet early, citing the need for rest.

The guests gradually dispersed, and the sky began to darken.

In the courtyard of the Daimyo's mansion in the Land of Fire, the lights gradually came on.

Uchiha Mitsuho held the little purple dragon's hand, with Tsunade beside her. Watching the ministers of the Land of Fire hurriedly leave, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

This "poisoning incident" has clearly sown the seeds of suspicion within the royal family of the Land of Fire.

The next morning, in a side hall of the Daimyo's mansion in the Land of Fire, sunlight streamed through the glass and fell on a low couch covered with soft cushions.

The daimyo of the Land of Fire sat on the couch, looking much better than yesterday, though a lingering worry still lingered between his brows.

He dismissed all his servants, leaving only Uchiha Sanfeng.

Even Tsunade was invited to the backyard to keep the little Shiryu company, under the pretext that he "wanted to have a private chat with his nephew, the Third Mine."

The side hall was so quiet that the birdsong outside the window could be heard. The daimyo of the Land of Fire picked up his teacup and gently stroked the rim.

His gaze fell on Uchiha Mitsunori, and he said with a touch of emotion, "Thanks to Shizune's medical skills, I feel much better than yesterday."

Uchiha Mitsunori sat calmly on the cushion opposite him: "Uncle-in-law is a lucky man. After the toxins are cleared, he only needs to rest and recuperate, and he will recover his health soon."

Upon hearing this, the daimyo of the Land of Fire gently shook his head, put down his teacup, and said in a serious tone, "Nephew Mitsumine, we are both intelligent people, so I won't beat around the bush. I have witnessed the changes in the Land of Water since you became its daimyo. You have reformed the administration, improved agriculture, and strengthened the military. In just five years, you have transformed a once turbulent country into a well-ordered one, even capable of competing with the Land of Fire in trade."

Uchiha Mitsunori didn't respond, but just listened quietly.

He knew that the following conversation was the key point.

The Fire Country Daimyo's expression was somewhat complex, but his tone carried wisdom and confidence: "You are a very dangerous person. You have strength, ambition, and the ability to endure loneliness. The current apparent peace in the Water Country is merely your period of dormancy. Once the time is ripe, you will surely make a world-shaking move."

Uchiha Mitsumine remained calm, his expression unreadable: "Uncle, you're joking!"

Looking at the still calm face of the three peaks, the daimyo of the Land of Fire sighed: "The Land of Fire is adjacent to the Land of Water. If you take any action in the future, the Land of Fire will definitely be affected. During my years in power, although I have tried my best to maintain the stability of the Land of Fire, I have not been able to stop the internal strife... My sons have long been blinded by greed for the succession, and they are even capable of poisoning their father."

When the daimyo of the Land of Fire spoke of his sons, his tone was filled with sorrow.

He took a deep breath and looked earnestly at Mitsufumi: "I know I probably won't live much longer... Even if the poison is cured, my body, weakened by internal strife over the past few years, won't last much longer. Once I die, those covetous neighboring countries will surely seize the opportunity to invade. Without its leader, the Land of Fire will likely be unable to resist. At that time, could you please help the Land of Fire?"

Uchiha Mitsunori picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said in a calm tone, "Uncle is joking. Shizune has already said that your poison has been cured. As long as you take good care of yourself, you will soon recover your health. How can you say that you 'won't live much longer'? Moreover, the Land of Fire has a deep foundation. Even if there are any changes, they will have their own ways of dealing with them. There is no need for an outsider like me to interfere."

Seeing that the Uchiha Sanfeng remained unmoved, the Fire Country Daimyo's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he did not persist any further.

He sighed heavily, his tone pleading: "I know you have your reasons. Since you're unwilling to get involved in the affairs of the Land of Fire, if that day ever comes... and I'm gone, and the Land of Fire falls into crisis, could you please take care of my children? They may have made mistakes, but they shouldn't end up with their families destroyed."

This time, Uchiha Mitsunori did not refuse. He remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "We are relatives, but we can help in an emergency, not in a life of poverty. If that day ever comes and the Land of Fire truly reaches a point of no return, I will spare their lives and prevent them from dying in war or conspiracy. But as for their future lives, they will ultimately have to rely on themselves."

Upon hearing this, a glint appeared in the eyes of the Fire Country Daimyo. He pondered for a moment, as if he had made up his mind.

He took out an exquisite wooden box from his pocket and placed it on the table: "Inside are 600 billion taels of silver notes, deposited in various banks throughout the ninja world. You can withdraw them with these notes. If that day ever comes, I hope you can divide this money equally among my children and my grandchildren... Even if the Land of Fire is gone in the future, this money will allow them to live a peaceful and stable life."

He looked at Sanfeng, his tone carrying a final entrustment: "I know this amount of money is nothing to you, but it's the last guarantee I can leave for the children."

Uchiha Mitsunori looked at the wooden box, his expression changing slightly: "Alright, I promise you, if that day ever comes, I will distribute this money to your descendants as you wish."

Upon hearing this, the daimyo of the Land of Fire finally breathed a sigh of relief, a long-lost smile appearing on his face, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

He picked up his teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and said in a much more relaxed tone, "I'm relieved to hear you say that."