When people are in Konoha, everyone awakens their past life memories

Chen Feng stretched out his index finger.

Tobirama saw a drop of water on Chen Feng's index finger.

Chen Feng pointed behind him: "In terms of illusions, the difference between me and Madara is like the difference between the size of the drop of water on my index finger and it."

The waterfall behind Chen Feng was a hundred meters high. The rapids rushed down, and the sound of hitting the lake was very loud.

Tobirama he didn't speak.

"Tobirama, Madara can now control tailed beasts just by relying on his pupil technique." Chen Feng said again.

Tobirama's eyes widened and he looked at Chen Feng fiercely.

The pupils were trembling.

Deep in my heart, I felt a sense of despair.

In the entire ninja world, the only person who can rival Madara in terms of strength is probably his brother Senju Hashirama.

Tobirama smiled and sighed: "Madara is indeed a man worthy of becoming Hokage! With Hashirama's assistance, no one will dare to invade our country of fire."

Soon.

Tobirama talked about Chen Feng's eye skills: "Chen Feng, what are the abilities you have after you activate the Mangekyō Sharingan?"

"My Mangekyou Sharingan ability is not offensive, but has a strong auxiliary effect."

"Tell me."

"I can activate the pupil technique to control the human soul so that the soul will not lose consciousness and have the ability to think independently."

"It is indeed a very poor ability."

Tobirama's tone was a bit regretful.

After people die, their souls go to another world.

Chen Feng's Mangekyou Sharingan's ability obviously cannot be effective either on the battlefield or in real life.

The two chatted for a few words.

Talking about the ninjutsu Tobirama studied.

In the past two years, Tobirama is still very interested in developing ninjutsu.

"The door."

Chen Feng suddenly said: "We once studied the reincarnation of dirty earth together. Now, can you fully use its power?"

"Not currently."

Tobirama shook his head: "The souls of the people I reincarnated and resurrected using dirty soil are extremely unstable. They are either soulless puppets who cannot exert their power in life, or their souls temporarily have autonomous consciousness, but I cannot maintain it. How long, this ninjutsu that is contrary to human ethics, I am currently only using it in conjunction with the ninjutsu of multiplying the detonating talisman..."

That's it for now.

Tobirama suddenly stopped talking.

As if he thought of something, he turned his head sharply and looked at Chen Feng, his pupils trembling: "Chen Feng, your Mangekyō Sharingan ability may be able to cooperate with my filthy earth reincarnation!"

in the afternoon.

Fire Country, Konoha Village, Hokage Office.

Madara was wearing the robe of the First Hokage, sitting at his desk very seriously, reviewing the contents of each commission.

Hashirama, wearing the Hokage sleeves, walked in and discussed something with Madara.

evening.

sunset.

Ninja Academy is out.

The children carried their schoolbags and went home playing and playing.

On the street, many shops are open for business.

People from various families get along well with each other.

"Hashirama, come and review the remaining commissioned projects with me and assign them to each ninja for execution." Madara spread his hands, leaned on the chair, and looked at the scenery outside.

"Why should I be assigned? This is obviously the job you should do." Hashirama stood up and left.

"Pillar Room!"

Madara shouted in a deep voice: "As the Hokage, I order you to distribute the remaining entrusted tasks, can't you? Please respect the identity of the Hokage."

"Ok."

Hashirama turned back and sighed: "There's really nothing I can do against you."

In the office, Uchiha Madara's hearty laughter sounded: "I like the identity of Hokage!"

The two of them sat at the desk together and reviewed the commissioned tasks together.

The setting sun shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The two shadows are stretched very long.

Madara was sleepy, dozing off, tilting his head, and just leaning on the desk, his scalp suddenly hurt.

Hashirama pulled Madara's hair hard and said in a deep voice: "Don't doze off, the commissioned tasks haven't been assigned yet!"

"Hashirama, you are so old and you are still pulling my hair."

Madara sat up, glanced at Hashirama in displeasure, and cursed angrily: "Children only pull their hair out."

It wasn't until the sun set that the entrusted tasks were accurately assigned.

Madara and Hashirama came to the floor-to-ceiling windows and watched the scenes in the village.

The two talked about the time when each other's families were in conflict more than ten years ago.

"The peaceful period in the ninja world has lasted for two years."

Madara sighed: "Hashirama, our dream has come true."

Hashirama seemed to remember something.

Hashirama smiled and said: "If my father had not carried the hatred of his tribe, but the mission of yearning for peace, maybe they could also see this scene."

The voice fell.

silence.

Madara didn't speak.

There was silence in the Hokage's office.

After a while, Madara said: "Hashirama, if your father is still alive, he will be very satisfied when he sees the village we built together, right?"