[Naruto] I really don’t know how to use wood escape.

1

"Rong, what do you think the front line is like now?"

Hashirama took advantage of his free time to lie down on the table and ask Rong. His silky black hair snaked out countless branches on the table, just like crow's feathers, making people want to touch them.

"Hashirama, if you're worried, go to the front line." Rong smiled softly, and there was a flower sent by a young man in his ear. The small white flowers set off the cherry-colored hair, just like the warm spring breeze in March. sunshine.

Hashirama burst into laughter, "But I'm also worried about Rong! After all, Rong is so... um..."

"So delicate, aren't you? Hahaha... Hashirama, don't underestimate me, I have a lot of power!"

Hashirama scratched his head sheepishly, but there was still a hint of sadness lingering between his brows.

Seeing this, Rong took out a kunai from the box on the side. She pointed the kunai at the palm of her hand and swiped hard. Before she could continue, she was stopped by Hashirama.

"Rong, what are you doing? Does it hurt?"

"Does Hashirama think of me as a child? It's just a minor injury, it's not in the way, and look at it."

Hashirama held Rong's hand and looked at it. The wound was healing quickly. The wound that was originally deep enough to show the bone was now intact.

Don't forget, Rong was once a goddess with the power of life.

"Hashirama, you see, it won't take long for me to heal a wound like this. I'm not as useless as Hashirama thinks, and I'm also studying medical knowledge seriously. Don't let me down, that Hashirama would actually stop because of a woman." Rong held Hashirama's hand in his hand, his eyes met, and he said seriously.

Hashirama looked at those emerald green eyes and couldn't help but feel a little shaken. A strange emotion gradually emerged in his heart, burning as hot as fire.

He was moved to tears and said, "That's great Rong! Thank you!"

Rong stroked Hashirama's mushroom head, still so softly, and said, "You're welcome, it has never been Hashirama's responsibility to take care of me."

2

It was now the end of spring, and the slightly cold wind of late spring blew by, lifting up the fine hair on the temples. After walking in a hurry for a few days, the dawn had not yet arrived, but Uchiha was going to take advantage of the dim light to launch a surprise attack.

As soon as we arrived on the battlefield, the smell of blood hit our nostrils. The soil was stained with unknown amounts of blood and was reddish brown. In the vast distance, there was a ray of light struggling to break through the soil. Madara was performing a special mission - to recapture The owner of "Wood Release".

There was a "pop" sound and the sound of a wooden stick being broken. Qianju Chuan got into the guard this time and saw several black figures coming towards him. However, within a moment, he shouted loudly, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Come quickly." ah!"

In the blink of an eye, a shuriken came at him, and Chuai opened the shuriken with a kunai.

"Damn it, is it Hagoromo? No, no, it's the Uchiha clan..."

Senju Saya, the captain of the Senju Medical Team, was only wearing a single layer of clothing. She rushed to Kushiro and heard Kushiro's speculation, and her face darkened.

"Uchiha..."

This time, I'm afraid it's going to be much worse.

3

Dead people, dead people everywhere, scattered corpses every few steps, the strong smell of blood reached Rong's nose, Rong tilted his head and thought for a moment, then sat up from the tatami and walked out in the cold wind.

The five senses capture information from the outside world all the time, so she can be no different from ordinary people. Unfortunately, Hashirama is not here. He has gone to the front line. Life in the rear is really too stable. He is worried about his own people, so Hashirama leaves temporarily. .

A shuriken fell on the bed behind her, and Rong stood at the door with a kunai pressed against her throat.

"Your name is Rong?"

Ninjas have very few thoughts, especially when fighting. They only need to judge the opponent's moves and then plan their own moves in their mind. But the man in red armor in front of him is different. His heart is filled with himself. The flaws and the way to deal with them, Rong finally found what he wanted to ask from his complicated thoughts, so he was a little slow, and this slowness also made the kunai penetrate deeper into the skin.

"My name is indeed Rong."

The dark green eyes were like an abyss in the morning light, reflecting no light.

"Are you here to kill me?"

Rong tilted his head and his eyes met the rotating three magatama sharingan eyes.

The girl was very calm, neither yelling to kill him nor trembling with fear, as if they were chatting about everyday things.

Madara squinted his eyes. The scar on the girl's neck had healed, but he added another mark with all his strength, and the blood flowed down again. The blood flowed down the collarbone, and gradually condensed in the slightly cold air, becoming sticky. At the junction between clothes and skin, the girl suddenly laughed, then stretched out her hand to wipe away some of the clotted blood on her skin.

Madara looked and saw the girl putting the blood to the tip of her nose, smelling it, and then said in a sighing tone: "She is indeed my sister."

"It doesn't matter if you don't speak. This unknown Mr. Ninja, I have seen your future... If you kill me now, you will definitely regret it."

The girl's tone was light and uncharacteristic of a dying person. The girl vividly lifted the kunai from her neck, then turned around to face Madara face to face.

Unlike the empty and nihilistic eyes that day, the dark green eyes seemed to be endlessly deep, and the long cherry-colored hair was still a little dim in the dark. The girl had a full sense of disobedience, like an unruly soul. Forcefully stuffed into this body.

But Madara didn't have the slightest curiosity. In the mission, curiosity equals death. So, with a clean cut of the throat, the girl's body fell to the ground, but there was no resentment towards the murderer in the girl's eyes. She smiled and looked in her eyes. Gradually becoming empty.

"Damn Uchiha! What did you do to Sakae?"

Chuan shouted and stood in the courtyard, followed by a group of Thousand-Armed clansmen.

"Has the fire core been stopped?" Uchiha Madara looked at the boy who roared at him. He was still very immature, just the same age as Hashirama, but his physical skills were completely inferior to Hashirama. He looked everywhere. They are all flaws.

With such a team, no matter how many people there are, they can't stop him.

Killing them is just a matter of time.

Chuai was obviously very nervous. He didn't know that Madara had opened three magatama. Such an Uchiha was no longer something he could resist. He stared at the house behind Madara.

I wonder what happened to Sakae, he was blocked from view by this hateful Uchiha.

Senju Saya gave him an arduous and painful task. If he couldn't regain his glory, he would... kill her.

Now that there are so many people on their side, this mission can only be taken back. Even if it is impossible, they must try their best to do it.

The sword moved, and he covered Madara's vision with a fire escape, and then used his eyes to signal his clansmen to outflank him. Seven or eight people threw shurikens and kunai in the middle at the same time. Everything happened too fast. Even if such an offensive was effective, It's also difficult for experienced ninjas to avoid.

Chuai was not relieved. After landing, he stared at Madara's position, but moved by his emotions, he couldn't help but glance inside the room. The girl was lying quietly on the ground, looking very bad.

"Rong!"

"You're so arrogant, boy. You're fighting with me and you have other things on your mind! Let me show you what the real Fire Release is! Fire Release's powerful fireball technique!"

Madara laughed wildly in mid-air, and then spit out a huge fireball. Chuai had no choice but to retreat again, and then fought with several tribesmen with water escape.

Suffered, can't beat!

There were a few drops of sweat on Chuai's forehead. He and Madara were facing each other. The remaining clan members looked around and knew that they were probably going to die here today.

"Chuan..."

"Chuan, it doesn't matter to us."

"Correct!"

"Correct!"

"Complete Captain Saya's mission first, Chuan!"

"You...everyone...I know, I will definitely complete the captain's mission!"

The next step is to confirm Rong's life and death.

Although it sounds cruel, Chuan doesn't think that Rong can save his life by himself under the Uchiha in front of him.

Chuan even had a cowardly thought in his heart - it would be fine if Rong died like this, he wouldn't have to kill Rong with his own hands.

"Fight with you!"

Madara looked at the visitor, feeling a little irritated for no reason.

Although he is also a member of the Senju clan, he is completely inferior to Hashirama in every aspect.

"Well--"

It doesn't seem like he's in bed now.

Miss Rong, who came to life again, stared at the darkness in front of her with confused eyes.

Can't see, have no idea what's going on.

Feeling his way out as usual, Rong quickly reached a familiar section of road.

Madara stood on top of the corpses, with blood blooming like a flower, covering half of Madara's cheeks. Standing outside the darkness of the dawn, he was like a rose blooming brightly, beautiful and eye-catching.

But Rong couldn't see it.

Madara turned his head and saw Rong Kong's emerald green eyes looking at him, like some kind of innocent little animal.

"Resurrection? Interesting."

Madara raised his lips.

"Hello, may I ask where you want to take me?"

For some reason, Madara felt like his heart was being peered into, and he frowned in displeasure.

"Prisoners, don't speak."

"Oh well."