【General Host Naruto】Mabuchi

Seven days passed by in a flash, and Tajima did not question my choice, just as he had asked before.

However, Izuna obviously also knew that Madara and Hashirama had made many unreasonable agreements with him, so he reluctantly agreed.

"For Sister Mabuchi's sake." Ever since I went to the battlefield, Izuna didn't like to call me Nathan, "You must practice well with me this time."

Perhaps he also noticed that Madara was not in a good mood and stopped pestering his brother.

"Zhenyuan."

Having just finished the fire escape training, Madara took off his gloves with a slight breath and massaged the spasming muscles, "Have you finished the thunder escape last time?"

My inspiration has been growing by leaps and bounds recently. Xu's new memories are covering the previous blanks, and my thoughts are getting smoother and smoother. "It's done. I named it Thunder Chain."

"An unpretentious name." Madara showed a smile that was rare in the past two days, "Want to fight with me?"

He seemed to feel something. After all, Tajima and Izuna were family members he was so familiar with.

"Okay, but Brother Ban, don't you need to take a rest? You've been practicing all morning, and tea is still bean soup?"

Brother Ban...

Madara knew that the girl was a person with a very clear purpose, so calling him this was not only to appease her, but also to apologize. "Wait a minute." He reached out to grab the person who was about to prepare food and hesitated, "You..."

Did you do something? Did you hide something from me? You also opposed me and Hashirama?

"No."

I replied and smiled at him reassuringly: "Father won't care either."

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That match ended in failure. After Madara took a deep look at me, he quickly ran out of the Uchiha clan.

What will he tell Hashirama? Will the silver-haired boy named Tobirama be following his brother all the time? Will Madara find out?

What a wonderful choice. I can list seventeen or eight possibilities in my mind. I have always thought that the encounter between these two people had a sense of destiny, hostile families, similar ideals, and full love.

Ah, if this world really has a destiny, they are undoubtedly walking on it.

And I hate fate.

"What an incredible burst of momentum." Tajima smiled and admired the girl's calligraphy. The hand that took the kunai was very strong, and the words written on the paper were written vertically and horizontally, fearlessly.

"I thought of something not very happy." I sat upright, and a line of words meandered in black and white under the ink. If I looked carefully, the murderous intention in the pen almost showed through the back of the paper.

"Perhaps we can take on a few missions related to the daimyo." Tajima tried, "We Uchiha still have some contact with the nobles of the Fire Country. If..."

"Father, it's too early to talk about this now." I said, and the tip of the pen scratched hard. The chakra of the thunder and lightning burned the paper black, and then turned to a new one. "My strength is not enough. They look at ninjas." Just like looking at a sword, after tasting it, you should always think about whether the one you are using is a wakizashi or a tachi.”

"However, the elder who took over the task, Zhenyuan, would like to ask for advice." I said, rewriting a haiku, "If father wishes, he can spend more time with them."

"You should call me daddy at this time." Tajima folded his hands and sighed, "Zhenyuan, I know you are very smart, but sometimes you can't be too harsh on yourself. It has been a long time before the clan let you lead a small team. Excessive arrangements, coupled with the mission..."

"Perhaps they will object after all, given their age." I disagreed, "You can make assumptions before contacting nobles. Madara and Hashirama's affairs are more important now."

"You won't do anything you're not sure about." Tajima said kindly. "Thinking a lot is a process of tormenting yourself. Ninjas have long been sharp blades and weapons, and they don't need to think too much. Therefore, there are It will be more painful if you lose consciousness."

Just like spots. He is confused in the conflict between his heart and reality. He believes that his son will grow into a great man, and because of this, he will experience more pain.

"You've done a great job."

Hmm, I didn’t expect Tajima to be very good at comforting people.

I touched my chin. Although the work of appeasing the clan has gradually been handed over to me, Tajima is undoubtedly in control of the overall situation. If he's going to delegate power, it needs to be something more obvious.

It's not too late for this.

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In the evening seven days later, Madara and Hashirama came to the river that nourished a large number of creatures.

Nanhe River. They looked at each other across the water and sky, their eyes lingering.

"I'm sorry Hashirama," Madara said, turning his face away and clenching his fists tightly, "I won't come again after that."

"Madara!" Hashirama, who looked even more panicked than him, stretched out his hand to try to hold him back, "What you said is not true, our agreement is still there!"

"How long can you be so naive!" Madara was almost amused by Hashirama's persistence. He shouted loudly, "Your surname is Senju! Senju Hashirama! You are from Senju, and my surname is Uchiha! But the reason for asking is more to maintain our last bit of tacit understanding. As for the future..."

"Do you think that's possible?!"

"Why is it impossible!" Hashirama retorted equally loudly, "Why is it impossible for us! Senju and Uchiha will always have opportunities like us! Madara!

If you lack strength, work hard to become stronger! If you lack faith, cultivate it and persist! If it’s a relative, then communicate and be honest! If it is the outside world, a daimyo, or a noble, then create a new rule! "

"You still don't believe that we can do this!"

"exactly."

Behind Madara, Tajima, who was fully armed, slowly walked out, and Izuna, who was holding a sword, also stepped out calmly. At the same time, a tall figure fell behind Hashirama. Tobirama, who was carrying Ota on his back, quickly sensed his surroundings and frowned tightly:

Just like what I sensed before, she still didn't come.

Do you really trust that contract technique?

"This is the end of the meaningless relationship of playing house friends." Tajima said, greeting his old rival: "Thank you for taking care of my son. It is said that the exchanges have made great progress. Hahaha, then next time I go to the battlefield. Senju is going to suffer."

"Uchiha!"

Senjubutsujian was furious, "Hashirama, what are you waiting for! Kill that Uchiha brat! How did I teach you? Is your knife hand useless!"

"No, father! Madara..." Hashirama shook his head crazily, almost pleading, "Madara is my good friend, and we did not reveal any family secrets when we were together! I can guarantee it with my life!"

"Then look at the Uchiha on the other side!" A surge of chakra erupted from Buddhama's body, "They are ready! It's so clear! Hashirama, as my son, he is so stupid, cowardly and evil. Something counter-intuitive!"

"Father!"

Tobirama frowned, "This is my fault. I didn't give you feedback in time, but asked the other party to stop it."

No matter what punishment is imposed in the future, the eldest brother cannot bear the responsibility. He and his father are too stubborn. If we let it go, the eldest brother will be...

"We are not despicable people here, Senjubutsuma." Tajima smiled, chakra like a mountain blocking the two sons, "Madara has never mentioned their situation, at this moment..."

He didn't turn his head, but his words were undoubtedly aimed at Madara, "Tell me about it, Madara."

"..."

His fingers were firmly embedded in his palms, and Madara lowered his head. When he raised it again, a pair of magnificent blood-red eyes swam at the black magatama, and everyone could see the blood in them. "Hashirama is my friend, and I will not give up easily in this regard."

"It seems that the two children still have a tacit understanding." Tajima said, very satisfied with this situation.

Uchiha is a race that relies on negative emotions to activate the Sharingan. When the eldest son has numbed his life, Senju Hashirama is undoubtedly an opportunity that comes to his door. Moreover, he and Mabuchi have a new tacit understanding and are cultivating Madara. On the road, Hashirama is an important presence.

Zhenyuan is his confidence.

"So, let's leave for now." Tajima made a gesture, and a burst of rustling noises in the forest made Buddha's expression change drastically. He expected that there might be a fighting situation today, but he didn't expect that his old rival would have the courage. Go and start a skirmish.

By deploying so many manpower, do you want a foreign war to break out when winter is about to begin? I really look down on two kids.

After thinking about it, he also shouted in a low voice, "Let's go too."

The sound of almost a number of people enveloped Hashirama, who shed tears at some point. Tobirama held the knife tightly, and there was a burst of anger in his heart: There was no doubt that he was tricked by that girl again.

Even if Buddha made the decision based on his own judgment, her own thoughts reported to him were undoubtedly incorporated into her arrangements. They made preparations considering each other's preparations, but they never expected Tajima to be so calm.

Balanced? He remembered.

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"Zhenyuan."

On the way back from a small mission, Madara stopped me with his head hanging down, his eyes empty and he said, "Can we talk."

The situation must have developed according to Tajima's vision, and I took the blame. I thought helplessly, stretched out my arms and hugged Madara, ignoring his uncontrollable trembling guard, "Okay, as long as you want, Brother Madara."

The black hair lay dormant in the crook of the neck for a long time, until the shoulders were almost numb, and a little wet touch penetrated the fabric and reached the skin. Madara cried silently and murmured, "Why do I trust you? I treat you as my sister, and I hope to protect you and Izuna...why?"

why are you doing this

Am I too weak to worry you and your father? Or am I too stupid to even figure out your thoughts?

What did I do wrong?

"Brother Ban did nothing wrong."

I patted his back gently soothingly. Madara has a very sensitive personality, so he should try to be honest and say, "It's my fault."

"It seems that I have never told you. I hate the era when children are forced to go to war at the age of three or four. I hate the fact that fate cannot favor everyone even more. I hate the fate of ninjas, and I hate everyone who wants to protect others. But he was played with the facts and ended up hurting others, so..."

"Madara, I will try my best to change it. Starting from you, from Izuna, from the next generation of Senju and Uchiha."

"I don't understand," Madara raised his face, and the magatama rolled in his eyes as expected, with an eager expression, "Hashirama and I think so too, you can come with us..."

"Look, you can't talk anymore. What do you want to do? You imagine that every day, you will go to the battlefield unconsciously and see each other's relatives, your mind will be shaken, and then talk about the blueprint that is unfamiliar to them in the fight between the tribesmen."

"Madara." I put our foreheads together and said softly, "Look at me. What we can do now is too low.

First of all, there must be a tacit understanding. Both clan leaders know that as long as they attack you, an exceptional conflict will begin, so you are the focus and balance.

Then I need to have strength. You and Hashirama won't let me down, right? You can take over the burden. "

“The last thing is will.”

I smiled, "Madara, Brother Madara. I heard what you and Hashirama said. Will you give up? You are the ones who carry the possibility."

You are the possibility that I am looking forward to.

Madara looked at her with unfamiliar eyes as if he were seeing the girl for the first time. The night she was picked up, Tajima left temporarily because of something, and he was the medic who took care of her for half the night. At that time, her body was curled up together, crying in the quilt without any defense.

She shouted "Mother" and "Father", her face filled with sadness and pain. He decided at that time that if possible, he did not want her to suffer such pain again, just like Quan Nai, just like him in the past.

Ah, she was real at that time, right?

Ah, was she fake at that time?

Is the name Jinyeon real?

Is the person smiling in front of him fake?

"Bah—!"

Madara pulled out a kunai with his backhand and inserted it into his thigh. The moment blood spattered, he saw the other person's eyes opened in shock, and the real worry in his eyes, "Madara!"

"Don't let it happen again. Zhenyuan."

Madara pressed her head tightly into his arms, just like she did just now. The magatama in those blood-red eyes rotated, and one of them turned into two unknowingly, reflecting Kong Mang's emotion, "I am willing to help you repay this time. If there is a next time, you will pay the price."

absolute.