Hokage: About the fact that my brother is Madara

"I say goodbye."

Zhu Jian said his farewell very politely, in his heart, the big slug is almost equal to the existence of a master.

"Let's go." The big slug narrowed its eyes and watched the talented thousand-handed patriarch leave.

If you let it be described, Hashirama's potential is not inferior to his ancestor Ashura.

Of course, the big slug who has little contact with the two children is not clear.

Asura himself is mediocre in talent, and if he didn't have the power given by his father, he couldn't defeat Indra at all.

It is precisely because of this injustice that the two brothers have been entangled for thousands of years.

Silently recalling the past, suddenly, the big slug seemed to feel something, and turned its head to the southwest.

"There is"

As the little slug said before, they are all clones of the slug fairy, but the memory of each individual is different.

Even the largest one only knows that some kind of shocking secret is hidden in that direction.

As for why, it can't tell why.

The lack of memory made the big slug feel slightly uncomfortable, it just knew that the existence of the wet bone forest itself was to guard that secret.

For thousands of years, there has never been any change there, and I didn't expect that there will be unexpected changes this time.

"Is it because of him?" The only explanation that the big slug could think of was the Thousand Hands patriarch who had just left.

But why him? What kind of secrets does the slug fairy hide in the Wetbone Forest?
It was a little puzzled, but it didn't go too deep into it.

Soon, the calm of the past was restored inside the canyon.

According to the guidance of the little slug, Zhujian wandered all the way to the north, preparing to leave the enchantment of the Wetbone Forest.

After about half an hour, after running for more than 70 kilometers, he successfully arrived at the initial starting point.

However, there has long been a masked ninja waiting quietly here.

"You're finally here." It could be seen that the masked man was waiting here specially.

"You are." Hashirama's eyes widened, he didn't expect to see other humans in the wet bone forest.

Seeing his curious expression, the man under the mask seemed to chuckle: "It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that I won't harm you."

"Oh~" Hashirama nodded foolishly, and the man on the other side shook his head.

For some reason, he didn't doubt the masked man's words at all, even though the man in the mask revealed an unspeakable weirdness from head to toe.

"Hey, he doesn't look very smart." The masked man sighed deeply, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

Shaking his head vigorously, he took out a booklet from his pocket, and said in a seductive tone: "Aren't you very distressed now, the strength has increased so much, it seems that the wooden dragon is no longer enough to fully display its strength .”

How did he know that Hashirama hesitated for a while, and finally nodded honestly.

The fact is just like what the masked man said, it is not an exaggeration to describe Zhujian's strength as a perfect immortal who has learned the wet bone forest.

The Wooden Dragon, which used to consume life force, is now not to mention easy to use, at least it will not be so strenuous.

The problem is, the wooden escape recorded in the clan's ancient books is considered the pinnacle of the wood dragon technique.

There is no advanced secret technique to practice in the future, and Hashirama feels very distressed by this.

"Have you seen it?" Raising the booklet in his hand, the masked man continued to bewitch him: "It contains secret techniques far more powerful than wooden dragons, and there are many of them."

"I want to learn~"

"Hahahaha." The masked man smiled heartily, and suddenly condensed a terrifying chakra on his fist.

"Punch me, and you'll be eligible to study."

Saying that, without waiting for Zhujian to repent, he moved his footsteps, and he had already arrived in front of Patriarch Qianshou.

Pole of Yang Fist Bone!
Under the strong chakra, the sun-shaped logo flashed past.

"Danger!" Hashirama, whose heart was full of warning signs, entered the state of a fairy in an instant.

He crossed his hands in front of his chest, ready to face the masked man's attack.

Hearing a bang, the air exploded with a loud noise that made eardrums pulsate, and entered the Zhujian in fairy mode, but he was kicked back more than ten meters away with a punch.

"Huh~ It's been a long time since I felt this good." The masked man waved his arms, feeling the urge to punch him again.

Just looking at the young man with a flushed face, he still vetoed the idea with a smile.

"Take it, you are qualified to learn it." Saying that, the booklet was lightly thrown into Hashirama's hand.

"Thank you senior, you." Hashirama raised his head excitedly, only to find that the other party had disappeared without a trace.

"Weird." He shook his head and gave an evaluation.

The blame is the blame, but Hashirama can feel that the other party has a terrifying strength that surpasses Kyosuke.

The power of this punch is definitely more astonishing than the attack that Uzumaki Hidden Village suffered that day.

If he had changed to his previous self, he would have been beaten to death on the spot.

"There are a lot of great guys."

Holding the booklet in his hand, Hashirama thought about it and decided not to leave in a hurry, sat down in a clean place, and began to concentrate on studying the contents of the book.

"The Birth of the Flower and Tree World seems to be an upgraded version of the Birth of the Tree World."

"The Art of the Wooden Man. Wow, this is amazing."

"Jibudaijutsu is a powerful control ninjutsu."

"There is also fairy art, this, this is."

Hashirama's pupils widened, as if he had caught a glimpse of something very remarkable.

On the other side, the masked man traveled westward and soon came to a certain hidden cave.

His hands were slightly sealed, and the space in front of him suddenly rippled.

Stepping over with one foot, it seems to have stepped into another space.

This is a wide hall with dim light, towering columns, and high platforms on both sides, sitting cross-legged like mummified figures.

In the center stands a statue with a strange appearance and a hideous face, which seems to be very different from human beings.

Directly below the statue is a futon, on which sits a skinny old man with his eyes closed.

These people in the hall are all skinny and look like mummies in the pyramid.

However, if there are outsiders here, those with weaker concentration may be scared to pee on the spot.

Just because every mummy exudes a frightening and terrifying aura.

Surrounded in silence, the masked man sighed and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "There are still 30 years left, how can I get through it?"

"Ahhh, which one of you wake up early, just chat with me."

The masked man at this moment no longer behaved inscrutable in front of Hashirama.

He is like a bored child, constantly making noise in the empty hall.

After a long time, he seemed to be tired, so he took off his mask and threw it aside casually.

Slowly raised his head and looked up at the plaque at the top, where two big characters were engraved deeply.
Ninja!