Naruto: I am invincible with my full body.

"Dasheng-san, Xiaomei she... Xiaomei she... wuwuwu~"

In Konoha's largest shelter, a boy with the Uchiha clan emblem embroidered on his collar was crying.

He was surrounded by Uchiha youths who were about his age.

The Uchiha student who was called by him slapped his forehead in distress and glanced at Tsunade who was hugging Konoha's most famous "gigolo" - Kato Dan not far away.

While secretly complaining, Dasheng helplessly patted his crying companion on the back and said unhappily:

"No, you can be resurrected later, why are you crying?"

These Uchiha children, all 13 or 4 years old, were of the younger generation who lacked strength. They were driven into the shelter by their clan elders, who were afraid that they would get carried away and cause trouble.

"Resurrection?" The crying Uchiha raised his head, and the two magatama in his eye sockets were very conspicuous.

"What if the lab got the wrong body tissue from Xiaomei's backup?"

"What if the area where the backups are stored is destroyed by the aftermath of the battle?"

"And Xiaomei's body was blown away. What if we can't find it?"

As he said this, the Uchiha knelt on the ground, pounded the floor of the shelter hard, and screamed in pain:

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"I want to create a world with Xiaomei!"

After shouting, even Tsunade, who was holding Kato Dan and comforting him, turned her eyes here.

Of course, she was not shocked by the Uchiha's remarks. It was normal for a boy of 13 or 4 to have his mind filled with love.

What caught her attention was that the group of Uchiha youths, who had been very quiet, stood up silently, their chakras surging, after hearing the young man's shout.

While Tsunade was wondering, Uchiha Daisheng stood up firmly and stood in front of the crying boy.

"You just said that, right?"

Dasheng slightly adjusted his collar, revealing a hint of verdant green.

The crying boy raised his head in confusion.

Dasheng took out a book that was almost covered with patina from his arms. The Uchiha table tennis racket clan emblem on it looked very old.

"I remember that you also attended Patriarch Fugaku's ideological class, right?"

Dasheng's eyes were serious, and the surrounding Uchiha youths gathered around him with their scarlet Sharingans staring at him.

"Uchiha Clan Rules-Updated Edition;"

"The first rule: If a tribe member says something like 'create a world of XX' or 'never accept a world without XXX';"

"The tribesmen around here should stop him on the spot and calm him down! And report to the tribe leader!"

"'Cold' means to keep his body cold!"

"'Silence' means to make him speechless!"

Snapped!

Dasheng exerted force with his palms and slammed the old books together.

"Brother... take a nap..."

"When you wake up, you forget everything..."

Dasheng's dark eyes suddenly turned into a pair of spinning magatama. He patted the young man whose tears had not yet dried, and spoke softly.

"Brothers, stand shoulder to shoulder!"

"what!"

"Ha~"

……

The young Uchiha kept talking about youth, the glory of the Uchiha, and for the empire...

The clashing of flesh, the whirring of luck, and the howling of pain in grief brought a hint of joy to the dreary atmosphere of the refuge.

Tsunade's eyes were twitching, she had no idea what was going on in the Uchiha clan.

Instead, Black Zetsu trembled even more violently after hearing the noise.

Mom, this ninja world is not normal!

Orochimaru's aura is no less powerful than yours!

I can't understand anything at all!

what do I do? !

Seeing this, Tsunade gave up her plan to scold the Uchiha group and gently patted Black Zetsu on the back.

Tsunade, who grew up among many perverts such as Sarutobi, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya, is particularly fond of Kato Dan, a younger herbivore man who is gentle and considerate, and the complete opposite of a pervert.

Before he fell into a coma, Kato Dan lacked initiative, which made Tsunade feel helpless;

Just like holding hands like children and giving each other tokens of love, that is the limit;

Even a kiss on the forehead is a luxury, and the woman has to take the initiative.

After Kato woke up, it was as if his hormone production had stopped, as if he had no interest in her at all.

But Tsunade couldn't bring herself to provoke a person whose soul seemed to be damaged and whose human functions were impaired.

I just kept him by my side like a younger brother.

Anyway, apart from Kato Dan, there is no other man she can care about.

"Duan, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Tsunade gently held the trembling Black Zetsu in her arms, her tone extremely gentle.

The other men in the shelter who were keeping an eye on this place were almost biting their teeth off.

Damn it! This pretty boy is really lucky!

Princess Thousand Hands!

Can you change it?

Lady Tsunade, I am also good-looking, please consider me!!

This was just some consolation, and Tsunade didn't take the crisis created by Orochimaru seriously.

The super Senju man who only appears once in a thousand years, Hashirama, is outside. What is there to worry about?

Tsunade felt this way until her great-grandfather suddenly opened the door of the shelter and ran towards her in a hurry.

"Xiao Gang, lend us your boyfriend!"

Before Tsunade could react, Hashirama lifted Black Zetsu from Tsunade's arms like a quail.

"Wait! Grandpa!"

"What good can he do?!"

Tsunade saw that Black Zetsu was shaking even more violently and shouted quickly.

When the people in the shelter heard what she said, they immediately started to chatter.

"Look, he is indeed a pretty boy!"

"what!"

"Kato Dan is useless as a jonin!?"

"I said, my house is right next to the Senju house, and there is no noise at night!"

"Really... I'm so envious..."

Madara followed Hashirama into the shelter. As soon as he entered the gate, he saw a group of Uchiha people beating up a young man.

"What?"

"The Uchiha people don't bother to attack the weak!"

Madara wanted to curse even harder, but seeing that there were many civilians in the shelter, he swallowed his anger in the spirit of not airing one's dirty laundry in public.

"Madara-sama!?"

Dasheng looked at the highly recognizable Ban and quickly squeezed out of the crowd, leaning over to whisper crickets in Ban's ear.

"This tribe member..."

"What!" Madara was overjoyed when he heard that!

Generally, these words are spoken when the tribesmen are in great despair, and great stimulation is accompanied by great gains!

Maybe it’s a kaleidoscope!

"Step aside!"

"Step aside!"

Madara used his hands to push aside the tribesmen who were waiting in line to kick and punch him, and came to the young man curled up on the ground.

He bent down, reached out, grabbed the boy's hair and lifted him up.

The young man's face was bruised and swollen, and he almost looked unrecognizable.

Madara did not show any disgust and gently opened his tightly closed eyelids.

At first glance—three magatama?

"waste!"

Madara's expression suddenly changed and he threw him to the ground again.

How dare you set your sights on the 'world' with just three magatama?

"continue!"