Hokage women's clothing fools Madara, Hashirama won't let me go

Mutsuki.

Snowflakes fall instead of rain.

Uchiha Madara moved Yan Bai's coffin outside the underground palace.

Every year when it snows, Uchiha Madara will do this silently.

Standing next to Yan Bai's coffin, Uchiha Madara looked up at the sky. He was still dressed in black, his face was slightly white, and the light of snow reflected it.

Snowflakes are like tiny white dreams, falling from a lead-colored cloud.

The forest surrounding the mausoleum also turned into a snow-covered world.

A black shadow clung to Uchiha Madara's feet.

"Madara, the Battle of the Valley of the End has passed. At the end of last year, even the villages with no information received accurate news. They knew that the First Hokage had been severely damaged because the lords of various countries intended to reduce financial support. As expected, the ninja villages I’m all anxious…”

Under the pure white road, Hei Zetsu's voice was extremely quiet, as if it had been absorbed by the snow.

Uchiha Madara gently touched the thorns on the coffin and asked casually: "Are you expanding your military strength?"

"Yes." Black Zetsu whispered, "I'm probably just waiting for the funeral of the 'God of Ninja'... I can't wait to eat."

"Innocent..." Uchiha Madara sneered, "However, it is also a happy thing to still be able to dream."

"Madara, if Hashirama lives for another three to five years, the daimyo of the ninja village will start to cut their funding this year. What do you think they will do?" Black Zetsu murmured.

"Those big names are not that stupid. They cannot cut all the funds at once. After all, they are also afraid that the Ninja Village will jump over the wall. The funds should still be allowed to be squandered by the Ninja Village for a few years."

Uchiha Madara stretched out his hand and caressed the thorns, and pierced his palm again. The blood mixed with the snow fell on the thorns, and beautiful flowers bloomed again.

Stretching his hand towards the white rose flower that had just bloomed, Uchiha Madara murmured: "Peace? Where is the real peace..."

……

at the same time.

Senju Hashirama is sitting on the tatami at home. He is dressed in white and has a loving smile on his face.

In his arms was a blond-haired child, little Tsunade who had been in Konoha for half a year and was growing rapidly.

Mito was smiling at the side, holding a wooden bowl and feeding Tsunade himself.

Tsunade sat in her grandfather's arms, playing with the dice in her little hands.

From time to time, she raised her head and smiled cutely at Hashirama, while also showing her little front teeth that had just popped out.

Hashirama looked the same as before, he still had that slightly youthful face.

At this moment, Senju Tobirama was sitting opposite them, calmly reporting what had happened recently.

Senju Hashirama hugged little Tsunade who was counting the toy banknotes, feeling a little depressed, "Tobirama..."

"Brother, don't take it to heart, we can still solve this small matter." Senju Tobirama said calmly: "In another year, I will be changing. We are full of talents in Konoha, and the four Hokage are in charge. They We haven’t even trained the second generation yet.”

What Senju Hashirama wanted in his heart was peace, but as a result, his brothers just coaxed him, but secretly they were working hard to involuntarily prepare for war to come at any time.

Well, he was too naive.

Mito, who was sitting aside, suddenly took Tsunade away from Hashirama's arms, as if he was taking Tsunade to change clothes, leaving space for the two Hashirama brothers.

Senju Hashirama raised his eyes to look at the snowflakes outside the window and whispered softly: "Madara..."

Qianshou Feijian crossed his arms and said angrily: "He is very well. He holds our sister's coffin and laughs happily every day." As if he has Alzheimer's disease.

However, this sentence made Senju Hashirama laugh, "Haha, Tobirama, it's not me. The eldest granddaughter is already half a year old. You should think about your own affairs. Your brothers are already married. Woolen cloth."

Although Itama's hobbies were very weird, he finally didn't try to flirt with other married women. He could hardly take care of Wasama's widow alone.

Qianju Tobirama frowned, "No, brother, you, Wajian and Itama already have successors. Your children are my children, and your grandchildren are all my grandchildren. There is no need."

"Are you scared by Wajian's posture?" Senju Hashirama couldn't help but laugh, "You can do the same as me..."

Qian Shu Feijian looked at his elder brother speechlessly for a while, and finally he sighed and said: "Brother, you know that Yan Bai and I are closest..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qianjuzhujian immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "Wakjian and Banjian were both taught by Yan Bai himself!"

Qianshou Tobirama: "..."

Those two guys, Itama and Wazama, are hard to describe.

Senju Hashirama continued: "Besides, don't say that Yan Bai infected you. You know that Yan Bai's identity is not simple, but she and Madara...so, it is your own problem."

Qian Shoufeijian lowered his eyes and said through gritted teeth: "Yes, my own problem is that I am too close to Yan Bai. She has taught me so many things that I really can't be interested in these things."

Senju Hashirama finally realized something was wrong and asked with a strange look on his face: "What did Yan Bai teach you?"

Qian Shu Feijian covered his face and said depressedly: "Yan Bai taught me mathematics, physics, biology, chemistry, sociology, politics..."

Senju Hashirama: "????"

It sounds normal, but I can't understand it. These are some subjects that are quite useful for internal affairs and research and development.

So there is a reason why Tobirama is involved in many serious things.

However, Senju Hashirama did not feel that these things hindered Senju Tobirama from starting a family.

However, before Senju Hashirama could ask.

I heard Senju Tobirama say angrily: "Every time I see those women crying, what comes to my mind is not "Why is she crying and how can I comfort her?" What I think of is: " The composition of tears and urine seems to be the same... It's so troublesome. It's better to study more about a forbidden technique... something like that..."

Just like that, Senju Tobirama already wanted to stay away from the crybaby woman.

Women who don’t cry are all very strong-willed, or they have even weirder tempers than Yan Bai, and some of them have really big differences in their outlook. If you tell her, “Last month, the income from the xxx project was cut off,” she will still I may ask you innocently, "Who is stopping you?"...

Anyway, Senju Tobirama couldn't stand it.

Why are you getting married? Isn’t it nice to be single?Do whatever you want.

Senju Hashirama looked at Senju Tobirama speechlessly.

What Senju Hashirama was thinking about at this moment was, are tears and urine composed of the same ingredients?His eldest granddaughter A Gang looked like she was crying just now...well, she is a child...

No, I really can't look straight at it.

Senju Hashirama looked at his brother with sympathy, thinking to himself, Tobirama had really worked hard.

It turns out... if you know too much, you will go crazy.