Long Live The Hokage

The next day, after simply packing his luggage, Masahiko followed the Uzumaki patriarch on the road back to the clan.

"Nephew, have there been any young geniuses in the clan in recent years? I'm going to find some children to guide me when I go back." On the way, Masahiko asked.

"Well, there are a few. I don't know much about them. Go back and gather the children under the age of 12. You can pick whatever you want..."

Masahiko rolled his eyes, they all gathered and picked randomly, what about grocery shopping?

"Let the ninjas recommend a few. You need to be talented, and there is no hard requirement in terms of strength, just a little foundation."

After saying this, I suddenly remembered that I forgot something.

"Why haven't the testimonial points of the Guardian Ninja Twelve arrived yet? Does it have to be formally established to give me the witness points?"

"I hope that all ethnic groups will send people quickly, and don't delay it until next year... It doesn't matter if it's next year."

After a whole day of traveling, in the evening, Masahiko saw the Uzumaki Clan land after four years away.

"Four years have passed, and the clan land still hasn't... changed." Masahiko said, he couldn't believe it, because many new buildings appeared in the clan land.

"In recent years, my Uzumaki family has not been able to leave, and the population has almost doubled, so there are more houses and buildings." Seeing Masahiko's doubts, the Uzumaki patriarch quickly explained.

Masahiko nodded, expressing his understanding.

Looking at the patriarch's preoccupied look, he said, "Okay, go get busy. This trip to Daming Mansion has been delayed for four or five days. I guess I have accumulated a lot of things to deal with. I'm going back to my own home. Still need you to lead the way?"

The whirlpool patriarch bid farewell, turned and left.

Masahiko wandered alone towards the home he hadn't returned to for four years. On the road, familiar or unfamiliar clansmen nodded, telling everyone that he was back.

The house was even tidier than he had imagined. It seemed that the patriarch had arranged for someone to clean it up in recent years.

After tidying up briefly, Masahiko fell headfirst on the bed, feeling relaxed physically and mentally for a long time.

"Since I discovered the witness point, I have been busy all these years. Is it really worth it? In my impression, there are too many things to witness in the original book. Is it really worth staying in Qianshou for these few years?"

After relaxing, Masahiko couldn't help feeling that he had been pursuing strength too much these years, and that he had fallen into the fanatical pursuit of strength.

"With my current strength, apart from the twin gods in the near future, there is nothing in the Warring States Period that can threaten my life."

"Then slow down and let nature take its course. My witness point is mine after all. As for the past few years, just train a few younger generations in the clan with peace of mind and wait for Konoha to be established. Is it considered retirement?"

Masahiko felt tired only after he relaxed. He didn't even eat dinner, took off his clothes, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Masahiko was awakened by the sound of the door opening and closing.

"What's the situation, the patriarch came to me early in the morning? This Chakra is not right..."

Pushing the door open was a girl with gray-black pupils, carrying a small bucket full of water and a few rags in her hands.

Seeing Masahiko, the girl was stunned for a moment, and then she poured a bucket of water towards Masahiko.

"abnormal!"

Masahiko was poured a bucket of water in a daze, watching the girl rushing out, he smiled helplessly.

"Slept without clothes, you broke in and blamed me..."

After half an hour.

Hall of the Patriarchs.

"Grandpa Masahiko, I didn't know you were back, I'm sorry!"

Masahiko looked at the girl who was bowing and apologizing repeatedly, and was a little confused for a moment.

"Okay, Nanako, Second Uncle Masahiko won't blame you, go get busy." Seeing the embarrassment of the scene, the patriarch exited and said.

When the girl went out, Masahiko stared at the patriarch with a pair of dead fish eyes. What happened this morning made his mind very confused.

"Nanako is an orphan." The patriarch explained lightly,

"Her ninja talent is not very high. She just became a ninja at the age of 11, so I asked her to help clean up some houses, including your house."

"Orphan..." Masahiko sighed.

In the Warring States period, there were actually not many real orphans. Wars continue, and there are many casualties. In order to maintain the vitality of the clan, everyone tacitly encourages fertility.

For example, Hashirama has three younger brothers, and Madara has five, plus their uncles and uncles' children. The direct descendants of each family are very large. Even if someone dies in battle, it is difficult for orphans to appear.

"Ninja talent is not high, so let her help clean?" Masahiko was still a little puzzled, "Although there are not many orphans, there will always be some of such a big Uzumaki clan. You take care of them like this?"

The patriarch smiled wryly, "Her uncle is Mu Ren... As for his parents, they died together shortly before she was born. Originally, she lived with her grandparents, but the old man also passed away two years ago."

"Mu Ren also died fighting for the clan, I don't want his lineage to be completely cut off, so it can be regarded as adopting her."

Masahiko nodded, and only then did he fully understand the cause of the matter.

"I get it, but as your second daughter, this girl has a rather aggressive personality. When she saw me, she threw a bucket of water directly... Mito is not like that."

The patriarch smiled wryly, "She is born with such a personality, and I want to teach her to be gentle, but..."

Masahiko shook his head, "This is good, as an orphan, I can better protect myself."

"Don't forget, when you are free, let the jonin in the clan recommend some children with better talents and send them to me..." After a pause, he thought of Kureto again, and added, "Nanako just now Count it as one."

The patriarch looked happy, "Then please!"

Masahiko staggered out the door, waved his hand and said, "I woke up early in the morning with a bucket of cold water, I have to go back and catch up on sleep..."

When I wandered back home, I found that the sheets that had been splashed in the morning had been washed and hung up, and there was a cute sheet on the bed.

"..." Masahiko was speechless for a while.

The scene reappeared as usual, Nanako with gray-black pupils walked in carrying a small bucket and a few rags.

Masahiko subconsciously wanted to dodge, but seeing Nanako quickly put down the things in her hands, she bowed and apologized again.

"Okay, I have apologized to the patriarch, and I forgive you. What do you mean?" Masahiko waved his hand and asked suspiciously.

"Grandpa Masahiko, I'm here to clean your house." Nanako picked up the cleaning tool.

"Okay, I'm back. I'll take care of the house myself. I just came out from the patriarch. The patriarch seems to be looking for you." Masahiko replied.

"Ah... I see." Then he turned and ran out.

Masahiko looked at the cute sheets on the bed, and then at the cleaning tools that Nanako left behind, completely lost the mood to catch up on sleep.

"Hey, don't sleep, eat something, let's do a thorough cleaning."

"My dear sheets, dry them quickly..."