Chapter 321: Ino's Conspiracy
Over the past two years, as Ino's performance became more and more dazzling, it sparked a wave of imitation among the female ninjas of her age.
Although Karin was not a Konoha ninja, she often came to Konoha for business. Hinata had also seen her twice and could tell that Karin was deliberately imitating Ino's style of dress.
A sleeveless vest, shorts, long hair, and the zipper of her clothes only pulled up to her lower abdomen, deliberately revealing firm, powerful abs and her navel.
Karin was the most successful imitator.
Sakura also had a tendency to imitate, but her chest was too flat, with no curves. It didn't look good whether her navel was showing or not, though she really wanted to show it…
When Hinata was at the hot springs with a large group of girls, she wanted to cover herself up. She didn't want to show anything at all; she just hoped she could be a little taller.
When Ino was buying shoes, she would sneak glances at Ino's calves. Those legs are so long, so nice!
Even if she was determined to be a housewife, Hinata cared about her height and appearance. If she could be a little taller, that would naturally be a good thing. Not too tall; 1.60 meters would be great.
She bought a whole bunch of clothes and shoes for Ino. It was a lot of stuff, but it didn't actually cost much money, and they didn't care about that small amount of money.
Carrying large and small bags was just for the atmosphere. Under Hinata's adoring gaze, Ino sealed all the purchased items into a scroll. Hinata, who hadn't even mastered her family's taijutsu, was completely clueless about sealing jutsu.
The two, traveling light, continued to shop.
In fact, coming out to shop today, Hinata also had a secret mission from Rino. Buying clothes was one task; helping Ino become more cheerful and sunny was another.
Although she felt a little embarrassed, Hinata still wore her goggles and participated in the big eater competition. The result was no surprise; she easily took the championship.
In the afternoon, they did flower arranging, occasionally sharing amusing stories.
At night, they strolled through the night market.
Hinata took a brush and wrote a rather festive couplet.
"You try?" she asked Ino to try as well.
Try and you'll die. Ino, who was particularly energetic at night, did not refuse.
Wielding the brush with flair, without a second thought, she wrote a large character for the stall owner: "Mourning".
To be fair, the character was well-written. The strokes were fluid and powerful, the ink penetrating the paper. Looking at this character, one had a sense of being there. Hinata's handwriting was merely neat and graceful, while she had already written with a certain artistic conception.
The two fled under the stall owner's furious gaze.
Returning to the inn, Ino brought up the matter of bathing.
After a day of walking around, ninjas were human too; they would sweat. No matter how naturally beautiful you are, if you don't bathe for ten days to half a month, you'll turn into a mud monkey.
Hinata was a girl who loved to be clean. She nodded. "Oh, then I'll pack up the clothes we bought today."
Ino imitated Might Guy, holding her arm out straight and giving a thumbs-up. "I'll go find the bathing tools."
A quarter of an hour later, she returned to the room carrying a bathtub on her back, followed by two inn maids carrying large kettles.
After pouring the hot water into the tub, the maids bowed politely and left.
Hinata looked at the tub, then at her, then back at the tub.
She hesitated, thought and thought again, but still couldn't help but ask, "Ino, isn't this tub a bit small?"
She really wanted to ask, Is this for bathing children?
Ino looked astonished. "How could it be? If we use a big tub like that, how much water would be wasted? The water resources in the Land of Fire are very scarce, you know?"
Hinata held out her two hands in a circle, measuring the size of the tub. "Then… then why don't you wash first?"
Ino looked suspicious. "The inn only has this much water. If I wash first, are you planning to use my bathwater?"
Hinata waved her hands repeatedly. "Then… then I'll wash first?"
"Do you want me to use your bathwater?"
"Then what should we do?" Hinata was at a loss.
Ino was full of bravado. "We're all women of the world. When we're out and about, we don't need to be hung up on trifles. Let's just make do and wash together!"
"Huh?!" Hinata looked at the small bathtub. A fat person like Choji with a particularly large butt probably couldn't even get in. The two of them could get in, but how crowded would that be?!
Ino kept urging her. "Hurry up, after we wash, it will take a lot of time for our hair to dry. Your hair is short, so it's better, but my hair is long. What if it doesn't dry completely and I catch a cold tomorrow…"
At this moment, in another hidden corner of the capital.
Kazuma, who once belonged to the "Guardian Shinobi Twelve," was leading his subordinates in negotiations with the Daimyo's messenger.
Kazuma was an absolute radical. He believed that the Hokage should not exist, that the hidden villages should unconditionally obey the Daimyo's orders. The Daimyo provides the money, you risk your lives. It's such a simple matter, why insert a Hokage in the middle?
His life's ambition was to get rid of the "black intermediary" that was the Hokage, allowing the Daimyo and the ninjas to communicate directly. The former is the master, the latter are the tools, the servants. How simple is that relationship?
Back then, because the radicals' ideas were too extreme, it caused strong opposition from conservatives like Asuma. A great battle ensued between the two sides, and the conservatives, backed by Konoha Village, defeated the radicals. The Daimyo had no choice but to exile Kazuma.
Now, Kazuma was back.
Konoha was strong and had many troops, but to outsiders who didn't know the situation, they had not yet emerged from the vortex of the Third Hokage's death.
Danzo could use Kotoamatsukami with the help of Hashirama cells and his own profound ninjutsu skills, but the effect was ultimately not as good as Shisui's own.
He had only instilled in the Daimyo the idea of supporting him for Hokage; he had not modified other aspects. For Danzo, the Daimyo being hostile to Konoha gave him more opportunities; it was a good thing.
Now, the Daimyo was still hostile towards Konoha and the Hokage. Especially recently, with Konoha frequently sending people to ask for money and supplies, it made him extremely annoyed. So he sent a messenger to represent him in negotiations with Kazuma and his ninjas, discussing teaching Konoha a lesson.
"My lord, please look at this." Kazuma was extremely respectful to the messenger, who had no power of his own and was merely the Daimyo's attendant. He opened a ninjutsu scroll.
The scroll unrolled, revealing about seven or eight square meters of black-brown soil.
The attendant covered his nose. The soil had a foul, rotten smell. "Bastard! It stinks so much! What on earth is this?"
Kazuma didn't mind the attendant's insults at all; on the contrary, he was smug. "This is soil I found in a small hidden village during my travels. It is said to be able to resurrect the dead. As long as I sneak into Konoha Village and cover their cemetery with this soil, all the Konoha ninjas who died in battle will be resurrected. Hmph, Konoha will be very lively then."
The attendant was overjoyed. "Really? This soil has such a magical effect?"
Kazuma guessed his thoughts and quickly explained, "This is not resurrection in the true sense. It's just a way… hmm, just using this soil with special chakra properties to allow the dead to regain their ability to move once more."
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