Konoha Hypocrite

The lowest floor was full of various instruments of torture, and there was a round table in the middle with a chair in the middle.

Naraku sat on this chair, with the head of the Guard Mansion in his right hand, and Yamamoto Takao in his left.

At the edge of the stage, the 12 guardians sat cross-legged, facing the prisoner, protecting Naraku in the middle.

On the second floor of the stands, the guards of the Daimyo mansion and the death warriors trained by the famous mansion were all sitting cross-legged.

On the third floor of the stands, there were numerous guards under the jurisdiction of the Guard mansion.

On the lowest floor of the stage, the Disciplinary Minister Yamamoto read in the book,

“Nobuo Uro, who accepted bribes from the enemy country, sold contraband in private, committed a crime against the country, and was punished with thousands of cuts according to the new law.”

A middle-aged man knelt down below the stage. After hearing Yamamoto Takao’s judgment of him, he immediately pleaded like a mad demon,

“My lord! I only sold some food, I did not commit treason.”

The man’s hand trembled crazily, and he could not control his voice.

His eyes were wide open. His eyeballs were covered in red blood, and there was a circle of gray marks around his eyes. It looked like he had not had a good rest for a long time.

However, Naraku, who was closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep, waved her hand impatiently.

The next moment, the middle-aged man was dragged to the torture device and tied up.

“You are so brutal. You will die a horrible death. The Kingdom of Fire will be buried in your hands by late!”

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man was skillfully used iron pliers to pull out his tongue, so as not to harass the Daimyo.

The people above had long been accustomed to this, and there was no sympathy in their eyes, all of them looking at each other coldly.

Naraku slowly opened his eyes and sat cross-legged. His hands made a special gesture, and he said to Yamamoto Takao,

“This is the last one, right?”

Yamamoto Takao immediately kneeled respectfully on the ground.

He bowed his head and said,

“Reporting to my lord, there are only eighty-six criminals in this batch.”

Naraku chuckled and nodded. “It seems that the new law has been implemented well. Carry on with the execution.”

Yamamoto Takao immediately stood up and ordered the executioner, “Carry on with the execution.”

Because it was underground, the temperature in the underground palace was lower than the ground. It was unknown where the cold wind came from, but it made many people shiver.

As Yamamoto Takao finished speaking, the prisoners under the stage began to suffer the inhumane torture.

There were cannon marks, snake bites, oil pots, and tens of thousands of knives.

There was a drop of water torture in the gentler part, and there was also an additional torture(pasted on the face with wet paper, one by one, it was suffocating.)

“Mm…”

Without exception, all the prisoners had their tongues pulled out, and they could only wail and struggle in pain.

Only the tears of unwillingness fell from the corners of their eyes and fell on the cold ground.

Under the torture, the emotions of the prisoners reached the peak of their lives.

But as the torture continued, the prisoners breathed their last one after another.

The moment they died, their spirits went from high to deathly silent, and a great power of emotion surged out from them.

This power of emotion would be first absorbed by Naraku and the others.

Those that could not be absorbed in a short period of time would be absorbed by the people on the second and third levels.

It was obvious that after Naraku sent people to ask for the cultivation method of the celestial clan of the Fire Temple, she thought of this kind of unorthodox method to cultivate immortal arts.

After tasting the taste of power, the new law that Naraku executed became more and more harsh.

There was almost no punishment like detaining, only judging the severity of the crime to what degree of torture the prisoner had to suffer.

Half an hour later, Naraku felt that the surrounding emotional force was gone, and then he reluctantly opened his hands.

He clenched her fists, and a look of infatuation appeared on his face as she muttered, “Strength always makes people lose themselves in it.”

“Ookawa.”

“Your subordinate is here.”

“Who hasn’t arrived yet?”

“My lord, only Konoha’s players are not here.”

When Naraku heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He said slowly, “Still on my train?”

Ookawa said in a deep voice, “Yes, he will probably arrive at noon tomorrow.”

A malicious smile flashed across Naraku’s lips.

“No matter what, he is representing our country of fire. Go welcome him on my behalf.

Don’t lose my face.”

With that, he stared at the people under the stage and narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

After going up to the river, Naraku placed his hands on the armrest and slowly stood up. “Talang.”

Yamamoto Takao immediately knelt on the ground and bowed his head. “What instructions does the Lord have?”

Naraku tapped his finger on the armrest and said, “Add another rule on the new law, the crime of deceiving the Lord.”

Yamamoto Takao said in a deep voice, “I wonder what kind of punishment the Lord is going to arrange for this crime.”

Naraku frowned slightly when he heard this. He reached out and rubbed her temples. After thinking for a long time, he sneered and said,

“I can’t think of any more interesting torture at the moment. Just write an unpardonable crime.”

“Yes.”

The next day, at noon.

“Clang, clang, clang…”

In the station of Fire Capital, a group of bare-armed workers was holding a shovel and opening up a new line.

“Dirty —“

A worker straightened up and looked in the direction of the whistling sound.

He saw a black steam train slowly approaching the station. At a rough glance, the front of the train seemed to give people a ferocious feeling, like a beast.

The sky was originally clear, but behind the train, endless dark clouds appeared, like a dark gray curtain, spreading towards the capital of fire.

“Looks like it’s going to rain.”

The worker couldn’t help but mutter.

“All of you, go back and rest. The station is temporarily under martial law.”

Along with a dignified and deep shout, a group of city guards dressed in standard clothing and carrying long sabers drove the workers away, guarding every corner of the station.

At this time, a middle-aged man with white hair rode a brown horse and arrived at the platform under the lead of several attendants.

The middle-aged man was Uchiha Tunan’s immediate superior when he was working in the Fire Capital, the head of the Guard Mansion, Ookawa.

Ookawa narrowed his eyes and stared at the train coming towards him with a malicious gaze. No one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

When the train arrived at the station and had not completely stopped, Ookawa spoke loudly,

“Welcome to Konoha’s Chuunin, Uchiha Tunan, to participate in the five countries’ honor. Fight for the honor of the Fire Country.”

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of guards in the station straightened their chests and shouted in unison, “To fight for the honor of the country of fire.”

“To fight for the honor of the country of fire.”

“To fight for the honor of the country of fire.”

…….

In the carriage, Uchiha Tunan’s ears moved slightly, his eyes turned scarlet, and the three jade hooks slowly circulated.

His line of sight passed through the drawing board, the seat in the carriage, and the driver’s seat in front of him, and he saw the scene at the station.

Uchiha Tunan subconsciously narrowed his eyes, and the picture was gradually enlarged. His pupils reflected the figure of Ookawa.

Then, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he slapped the drawing board on the table. He picked up the tea that was still warm and took a sip, muttering, “Awesome.”