Hashirama Reborn

Several days passed in a flash. Hashirama, who had just finished a round of meditation, lay flat on the gray floor, letting the two vines wander over his body. He paid no attention to their movements and just stared blankly at the roof with lifeless eyes.

Tobirama has been gone for several days, and I don’t know how the mission is going. But Lord Slug hasn’t sent any news back, so he should be okay, right?

Whoosh, two vines wrapped around his waist and climbed up left and right along the muscle lines. Hashirama was still in a daze.

It's so boring to stay here alone. No one comes in anyway. Why don't I leave a wooden clone here and sneak out to play for a while?

The more he thought about it, the more he thought this was a good idea. He sat up suddenly, calmly pulled away the vines that were getting tighter and tighter, and ignoring their struggles, he gently tossed them into the corner of the room.

Just as Hashirama was preparing to implement his bold escape plan with great anticipation, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps broke the silence around him. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and would soon reach nearby.

Before Hashirama could calm the two wary vines, a loud bang suddenly sounded, as if something heavy had hit the door.

boom!

After a loud bang, a strong airflow swept past, and the door panel flew past Hashirama's body and hit the wall heavily. The wooden door panel shattered into pieces under the huge impact force, and the fragments scattered all over the ground with crackling sounds.

Hashirama widened his eyes, staring at Senju Takashi who appeared at the door in astonishment. His throat tightened, and his heart was filled with disbelief - he was just thinking about it and hadn't taken any action yet, so he was discovered? !

Hashirama, come quickly! Before he could finish his words, a green light suddenly flashed by, and Senju Takashi's pupils shrank, and his muscles instantly tensed. Relying on his instincts from a long battle, he subconsciously took out his shuriken to resist the crisis in front of him.

The next second, the shuriken made a light "ding" sound, and before Senju Long could counterattack, he suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind behind him. A strong sense of crisis appeared in his mind, and at the same time a stern rebuke sounded.

stop!

The fierce attack force in front of him suddenly disappeared. Qian Shoulong, who was attacked, rushed forward a few steps uncontrollably. After stabilizing his body, he immediately turned his head vigilantly and looked at the thing that appeared in his previous position. His breath was tight. It turned out to be a slender green vine? !

No, more than one?!

Qian Shou Long turned around and looked at the vine "standing" quietly in front of him. Unlike the ferocious vine that attacked him just now, its soft and slender body was motionless at this moment, as if the fierce attack just now was an illusion.

Senju Takashi looked around in confusion. The attack just now should have been caused by these two vines. However, it seemed that Hashirama did not perform any hand seals just now?

Hey

With a leap, Hashirama landed nimbly at the door. Looking at Senju Takashi who was lost in thought, he asked in confusion: "Uncle Takashi, even if you came to tell me that I'm being released from confinement, you shouldn't be so excited." As he spoke, he turned around, glanced at the wooden door behind him where no one was left, and patted his chest with lingering fear.

Hearing Hashirama's voice, Senju Takashi subconsciously glanced at the other party. Looking at Hashirama, who had a tight figure and a calm expression in front of him, and recalling the other party's light movements just now, he could not help but say with relief: You kid, you've become stronger again!

Hashirama chuckled and winked at the other person: Uncle Long, you came to see me. Does that mean I want to be released from confinement?

Qian Shoulong's reflexive reply: How is that possible? The elders are so angry that they said they will lock you up for a while and let you reflect on yourself!

Ah, Zhujian curled his lips and said listlessly: "Uncle Long, are you here to bring me food? It's not time to eat yet, is it?"

Who brought you food?

I'm looking for you because... Senju Takashi's breathing stagnated, and he suddenly grabbed Hashirama's arm and walked out of the house, saying anxiously: Come with me quickly, Hashirama, Duolun is in trouble!

Hashirama's expression changed, and he rushed out quickly with the tall Senju Takashi, while turning around and shouting: You stay here, don't run around!

Being dragged along, Senju Takashi had no time to check what was happening behind him. He stared at the back of the boy who was rushing forward and shouted loudly: "Hashirama, do you know where to go?" The back of the boy running in front of him froze and stopped.

The originally quiet treatment room was now as noisy as boiling water. Countless Thousand Hands tribe members were crowded outside the door, their faces filled with worry and fear, their eyes revealing endless sorrow.

The sounds of discussion, sighs and occasional suppressed sobs intertwined together, making the air at the scene as dull as if it had frozen.

The atmosphere in the room became even more solemn. More than a dozen Thousand Hands tribe members were lying on the beds, their bodies twitching from time to time. Countless slugs covered them for treatment. Even so, there was still a strong smell of blood that could not be concealed.

Their consciousness was already blurred, and they could only show signs of being alive through heavy breathing and painful groans. Several Thousand Hands members with heavy faces shuttled among them, holding strangely colored soup, and stopped from time to time to observe the condition of the injured members.

In a corner of the house, lay the most seriously injured Senju Duolun. This gentle, dark-skinned man was lying on the bed with a pale face, his life in danger.

His chest and right arm were tightly wrapped in crimson bandages. The place where his left arm should have been was now empty. Blood continued to seep out from his shoulder, and only the slight rise and fall of his chest made people believe that he was still alive.

Senju Itama limped over and asked Hashirama who was standing next to him in a low voice: Hashirama-brother, Uncle Doron...how is he?

Hashirama came back to his senses from his thoughts, looked up at the sadness on his brother's face, pursed his lips, and replied in a low voice: Don't worry, Uncle Duolun will not be in danger of life, but there is nothing we can do about his arm.

Senju Itama lowered his head to hide his red eyes, clenched his fists, and remained silent. No one knew better than him how unfortunate it was for a ninja to have a disabled body. Not only did it mean slow training and weakened strength, but the discriminatory treatment from others would make them suffer.

Compared to myself, who had ended my ninja career early, how will Uncle Duolun, who was once active on the battlefield, adapt to all this in the future...

Looking at his brother whose body was trembling slightly, Hashirama stood up silently, hugged the thin body in front of him, and gently patted the other's thin back with his broad palms, silently comforting the other's emotions.

Ah! No! Zhengyi!

Suddenly, a scream of collapse was heard outside the house. Hashirama looked up subconsciously and saw a woman lying on the ground at the door, hugging a blood-stained quilt tightly, muttering to herself.

Zhengyi?

Hashirama felt a pain in his heart, looked at the crimson quilt, and silently hugged his brother in front of him.

Senju Shoichi, who was only a few years older than him and had only been married for a short time, was now...