The Naruto world keeps playing badly in order to survive

Looking at the street, looking at all kinds of people, children running happily on the roadside, people holding their brothers' shoulders and going to the pub, women holding their children, slowly walking towards the cemetery.

The further you go there, the fewer people there are, and the fewer smiles you see. Most of them walk hurriedly with silent faces, or come out empty-handed and go in with things.

In the end, all Qianshouwang saw were trees, and the bushes beside the trees were rustling.

The wind seems to have died down.

He looked at the memorial tablet in front of him with thousands of names written on it, and silently released a bunch of flowers. Although he didn't know what the people named on the tablets looked like or what their personalities were...it must be boring to stay here alone.

Obviously he is the hero of Konoha.

He left here and came to the tombstone area. The densely packed square stones were reflected in Qianshouwang's eyes.

He walked precisely to the location of the rope tree, even though there were many more around it.

"I've sent you flowers, although they're not the flame color you like on the Hokage robes."

A few chrysanthemums were gently placed on Shengshu's tombstone. Qianshouwang stood up from his squatting position with his hands in his pockets.

"I may not give you the remaining one. I gave you three chrysanthemums. You have the most, Rope Tree."

With the other hand, he grabbed the last chrysanthemum and watched it struggling and being blown by the wind.

"Your sister is not in Konoha, but one day she will come back, bringing your dream with her. It may take a long time, so wait..." Wait until the next war is over.

Qianshouwang sat down on the stone ground while chatting, and began to feel intoxicated as he looked at the endless sky. The color gradually turned into a different sunset red, which was so beautiful!

"It's late, Rope Tree. This flower hasn't been given away yet. You will understand, right?"

Qianshouwang looked at the flower, searching here non-stop, looking at the name on it and the flowers that were presented.

"Hey! You...you are...wait...please wait a minute!"

Whose voice is calling me?

Senju Wang stood up. This was not the tombstone of Hatake Sakumo. He turned around and saw a guy who looked about the same age as him with one hand stretched out but didn't know where to put it.

The man seemed a little embarrassed, his hands hanging in the air.

Qianshouwang walked over in confusion, and his face gradually became clear.

I seem to have seen this guy somewhere before, no! I must have seen him before!

"Um...are you calling me?"

Hearing the familiar voice, the man put down his embarrassed hands, ran over, and jumped towards Qianshouwang with his arms and legs spread out. Qianshouwang quickly caught him subconsciously, and he fell on Qianshouwang's body with all his limbs, crying bitterly.

"You really are the Thousand Hands! You didn't even tell me you were back! How despicable! I thought you were dead out there! I was planning to go find your body and take your revenge! I didn't expect to see you!!"

Senju Wang patted him gently on the back, and was certain in his heart that this guy was Sarutobi Kirō. He felt a little moved by what he said, but he felt something was getting more and more wrong later on. The hand patting his back suddenly froze, and clenched into a fist that kept tightening.

"Mulang, we haven't seen each other for two years. Do you really want to be beaten?"

Seeing this, Sarutobi Kirō quickly broke away and retreated, looking at Senju Wang with a smile on his face. He still looked like he deserved a beating, but he had grown taller, and his hair was no longer a hedgehog style. The hair on top was longer, and the hair on the sides was cut super short. He looked very energetic!

"Don't do that. I just met you and don't want to say goodbye to you."

"What's wrong with your hairstyle? You look like a spirited young man!"

Qianshouwang felt a sense of relief for no reason and sneered at his hairstyle.

“This one, haha.”

He touched his hair, as if entering into his memories, then took off the forehead protector and pointed to the side of his head and spoke.

"I got accidentally cut by a knife during a mission, and it left a scar. Since hair won't grow there, I decided to shave the hair on the sides. But it would look ugly if I only shave one side, so I shaved both sides. Hahaha, I'm smart, right?"

Qianshouwang walked up to him, put his hand next to his head, and gently touched it. It was a shallow scar, but the scope of the injury was a bit serious, from the front of the head to the back of the head, about the length of an adult's middle finger! The forehead protector just blocked it from being seen. What did this guy go through?

"Mulang, your scar... is so handsome!"

Senju Wang's hands gradually placed on Sarutobi Kirō's shoulders and he looked at him with a smile.

"Hey, handsome?"

He froze for a moment and pointed at the scar on his head.

"They say scars on a man's body are a sign of glory. Of course they are handsome!"

"Really? But I think it's ugly!"

Sarutobi Kirō slowly put on the forehead protector again, grinning, his heart filled with joy.

Qianshouwang shrugged and almost forgot about the business.

"I was just talking to you, where is the teacher's tombstone?"

Sarutobi Kirō retracted his smile and said.

"Let me take you there. I just came back from visiting the teacher."

"Okay, I'll definitely give you some flowers."

Sarutobi Kirō and Senju Wang walked around for a long time and stopped in a place that looked relatively quiet.

"We're here. Sakumo-sensei is right here. There's not even a single ashes."

He said this with a somewhat helpless tone, but he turned his head and looked at Qianshou Wang and said, "Wang, if you have time, can you take me to see where Mr. Shumao is buried?"

"Yes, I will."

As he said this, Senju Wang placed the flowers on the tombstone and looked at the words "Hatake Sakumo" on it, with the few strokes below recording his life.

"By the way, Mu Lang, where is Jian Ren? I've been wondering about this since I saw you."

Senju Wang asked Sarutobi Kirō.

"He was temporarily assigned to a team for a mission. He should be coming back soon."

"Then let's wait for him to come back and have a good meal together. I'll treat you!" Qianshouwang looked at the watch in his hand. It was almost seven o'clock in the evening. The weather was cold this month and it was getting dark. "It's getting late. We should go back."

"You're not going to say it's going to rain, are you? Haha!" Sarutobi Kirō joked, putting his hand on Senju Wang's shoulder. "Let's go. This place is quite close to the Senju clan's territory. I'll take you there."

"I don't live there anymore. I moved back home and it's quite far from here." Qianshouwang said with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you hiding? You even moved away secretly!" Sarutobi Kirō pointed at him indignantly.

"It's in Nara, quite close to your home, just on the same route."

"Then say what, just go!"

He simply pulled Qianshouwang away from here. When night fell, they walked all the way to the street. The shops along the road were hung with old-fashioned light bulbs, which brought a sense of security to the surroundings.

The two were walking and chatting on the road. In fact, it was Sarutobi Kirō who was looking for topics on his own and kept asking questions to Senju Mo, while Senju Mo responded with only a few words.

"I'm here, this is the apartment."

Qianshouwang pointed at one of the doors on the ground floor and waved his finger to indicate.

"Just live there, that's all you need to know, let's go."

Waving his hand, his back was facing Sarutobi Kirō.

"Wu! Our battle isn't over yet! I promised that I'll challenge you again sometime!"

He shouted from behind.

Actually, I may not be less fond of Might Guy than I am of Kakashi. It's just that he is a bit rude and I can't help but dislike him.

Qianshouwang opened the door with the key and thought.

"boom"

The door closed.