Hashirama Reborn

The gazes of several elders were directed at Hashirama like sharp swords, and they were eagerly waiting for him to come up with some valuable suggestions.

Under such a heavy gaze, Hashirama stammered out a sentence: Why not go and ask the Uchiha people directly? Didn’t the elders know?

As soon as the words came out, the room immediately fell into a dead silence. The firelight danced on everyone's faces, reflecting their complicated expressions. The second elder lowered his eyelids and remained silent. The fourth elder frowned, as if thinking about Hashirama's proposal. The third elder's face was livid, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Hashirama's proposal.

After a while, the Great Elder sighed deeply, and his voice echoed in the silent conference room: Let's send someone to the scene to take a look first, and also send people to keep an eye on the Uchiha side. Everything is just speculation, and they are not completely without suspicion.

As the great elder finished speaking, the elders stood up and left one after another. The sound of their footsteps and the rubbing of their clothes echoed in the empty room, making people feel an indescribable depression.

Hashirama stood there hesitantly, watching the elders leave. He looked at Senju Doron who closed his eyes and prepared to rest, and the other tribesmen who were recuperating, and felt a pang of guilt in his heart.

Ugh

Senju Doron sighed helplessly in his heart, slowly opened his eyes, smiled and greeted: Hashirama, don't stand there, come and sit down.

Hashirama slowly moved to the bedside with a hint of apology on his face: Sorry to disturb your rest, Uncle Duolun.

Senju Doron patted Hashirama's shoulder with his only remaining right hand and said jokingly: You have slept long enough, just ask whatever you want to ask.

Zhujian was stunned and muttered to himself: How did you know? !

Senju Doron chuckled, curled his lips, and moved his right hand from Hashirama's shoulder to the top of his head. He rubbed Hashirama's soft black hair vigorously twice, and replied disdainfully: When you are nervous, your eyes flicker around and your whole body becomes stiff. It's obvious.

I used to be an intelligence agent, do you think you can deceive me with your little tricks? Not to mention me, the elders are also aware of this.

Hashirama was startled, looked around furtively, and asked nervously: "Really? Then why didn't the elders ask me?"

Senshou Duolun said seriously: Will you do anything that is detrimental to Senshou?

Hashirama immediately said in a decisive tone: Of course not!

That's all! Senju Duolun smiled, patted Hashirama's head gently, and said impatiently: Don't think too much, just ask, I still need to rest after you finish asking!

Hashirama was stunned, and suddenly felt a little bitter in his heart. He quickly lowered his head, blinked his eyes, and whispered: "Uncle Duolun, before the accident, did you see Uchiha Huiyi's face clearly? Is there anything different from before?"

Senju Doron widened his eyes, obviously a little surprised by Hashirama's question. He asked in confusion: Face?

Hashirama nodded seriously, indicating that he really wanted to know the answer to this question.

Seeing this, Senju Duolun smacked his lips, touched the stubble on his chin, thought carefully for a while, and then said affirmatively: There is nothing different, it's Uchiha Huiyi himself.

Hashirama sat upright and asked seriously: I want to know something more specific, such as skin? Eyes?

Facing Hashirama's sincere and focused eyes, Senju Doron felt a little uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and spoke dryly: That guy's face... well, it's white, his eyes are big, his eyebrows are thin, well, in short, he looks like a sissy.

It's definitely Uchiha Teruichi himself. I won't mistake his face!

Hashirama kept asking: Is there really nothing unusual? For example, incoordination in actions, nonsense? In short, it's like another soul? Will? has invaded into one's body.

Senju Doron's pupils shrank, and a scene suddenly flashed through his mind. After Uchiha Huiyi had controlled his movements, he could easily kill him, but when the monster was about to attack, he suddenly made an unexpected move and cut off his arm, allowing him to survive.

He didn't tell anyone about this and initially thought that the guy wanted to humiliate him. After all, for a ninja, dying gloriously is much better than living a disabled life.

Later, after the elders' deductions, he thought it was a plot by the mastermind, who made him a living victim so that he could join the Senju in launching the most violent revenge against the Uchiha.

Now, Hashirama overturned his previous guess, not for humiliation or exploitation, but because that guy's body was invaded by someone else?

Senju Doron stared at Hashirama's serious expression, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he asked coldly: Hashirama, are you saying that it was not drugs or ninjutsu that controlled that guy, but a 'person'?

Hashirama nodded cautiously and replied seriously: It is possible. I heard from Lord Slug that a long time ago, there was a "person" in the world who could invade other people's bodies. His mental power was very strong. Once he was entangled by the other party, he would lose control of his body and become the other party's puppet.

Qianshou Duolun stared blankly into the distance: Lord Slug, that is very likely...

Hashirama asked doubtfully: Uncle Doron?

Puff! Without waiting for Hashirama to ask, Senju Doron suddenly covered his entire face with his right hand and laughed tremblingly.

Zhujian hurriedly supported the other's shaking body and asked with a worried look: Uncle Duolun, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?

Qianshou Duolun waved his hands and said nonchalantly: It's okay, I just didn't expect that the guy who always looked down on others would have his body controlled by others one day.

As an Uchiha who has been practicing spiritual power since childhood, that guy actually lost to a guy who came out of nowhere in this aspect. Tsk, Uchiha Huiyi...

Senju Doron's taunting continued, and he seemed to be very pleased with what happened to Uchiha Huiyi.

Hashirama was not affected by his emotions. He just stared at the other party's ferocious face and the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes. After a while, he suddenly spoke: Since you are the owner of the three magatama, it is possible for you to break free from control, even if it is only for a short moment.

!

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Qianshou Duolun's heart hard. He froze suddenly, and the wound on his left shoulder began to hurt violently. The pain went deep into his bones, as if to tear him apart.

The scene of the arm that wanted to drag him to death and the arm being suddenly cut off, allowing him to survive, appeared before his eyes again. Qianshou Duolun stretched out his right hand and grabbed the wound on his left shoulder fiercely. Blood gushed out instantly.

Did that guy break free for a moment? To let him live?

Ha, Senju Doron felt so sick at the thought that he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't control the complex emotions that surged in his heart.

We haven’t decided the winner yet… have we?

It seems like you won, Uchiha Huiyi!