[Hokage Pillar] Ninja World Online

After going offline, Madara was a little surprised. He didn't expect Hashirama to propose a meeting at this time, and he didn't expect that he would agree without resistance.Not long ago, he was still struggling with his relationship with Zhujian, and in a blink of an eye he was asked out to meet again by the other party.

Thinking of Hashirama in reality, Madara felt even more curious.He remembered that Zhujian said that he was a flower shop owner. He never thought that in his previous life, the god of ninja who stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world and was admired by thousands of people was just an ordinary person playing with flowers and plants in this life.

A smile flashed in Madara's eyes, and he looked forward to tomorrow even more.

After coming out of the game cabin, Madara was not used to the empty house.After all, in the game, as the head of the Uchiha clan, he needs to meet many people every day, and there are very few opportunities to be alone in peace.

Filling the bathtub with hot water, Madara took off her clothes and lay down in it.The hot water temperature seemed to make all the pores open, and he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh, Madara lifted his arms to cover his eyes.

"Jingle - jingle -"

The rare moment of relaxation was broken, Madara grabbed the phone and put it aside irritably, the contacts displayed on it made him raise his eyebrows.

"With soil."

"Hey, Uncle Madara, I heard from Shisui that you are in the Ninja Warring States uniform?"

"...What's the matter?" Thinking that there is another "self" on the Five Kingdoms server, Madara hesitated for a moment, should he remind this kid not to be fooled too badly by another "self"?

"What!? You old antique still play games!?"

"Didn't Shisui tell you?" Madara thinks it's better to forget it, he thinks that as an adult, Obito can handle it by himself.

"Tsk, you won't be killed and keep dropping levels, right?"

Madara chuckled, and suddenly became interested, "Do you know who my role is in the Warring States uniform?"

"Who? You actually challenged such a difficult thing as role-playing. I said you wouldn't be assigned to a place like the kingdom of ghosts."

"It's 'Uchiha Madara'." It was a bit strange to pronounce his own full name, but considering Obito's possible reaction, Madara narrowed his eyes.

"Huh? What?"

"My character is 'Uchiha Madara'."

"Fuck! Damn it!"

"Don't swear, take soil."

"Your character is 'Uchiha Madara' in Sengoku uniform?"

Madara heard the unconcealable nervousness and disbelief in the voice on the phone, and deliberately paused for a while before replying: "That's right."

As a result, there was no movement on the phone for a long time.

"Haven't you asked Zhishui?"

"...I...why do I ask this..." Obito on the other side of the phone choked out a sentence after a long time.

"If I wasn't 'Uchiha Madara', who else would be worthy of this name?" Thinking of Obito who was stunned for a moment, Madara laughed.

"That old bastard is you! It made me tangled..."

"What are you struggling with?" Ignoring the first half of the sentence, Madara asked with interest.

"No, it's nothing. I said you guy, what do you want to do?"

"I should be the one to ask that question. What are you trying to do by pulling Itachi into Akatsuki?"

"Hmph, he's a traitor right now. It's good enough that I can let Xiaorong take him in. Otherwise, a kaleidoscope Sharingan will be left outside, and there will be many people who want to do it."

The voice on the phone was high-spirited, Madara stopped smiling, and said in a calm tone: "I don't care what you do, as long as you can think clearly about the consequences."

"I know, long-winded!"

After saying this, the phone was hung up, and Madara didn't mind, she put the phone aside casually, poured a handful of water on her face, then stood up, put on a bathrobe and came out of the bathtub, put a dry towel Cover long, damp hair.

Although Obito didn't say anything on the phone just now, Madara still sensed the hesitation and confusion of the former, presumably something in the game bothered this bastard.This kid is really stupid to be able to confuse the girl he has a crush on in reality with the NPC in the game.

After roughly brushing his hair, it was past eleven o'clock in the evening, and Madara, who had always had a fixed schedule, fell asleep before his hair was completely dry.When I woke up the next morning, I really got a head of fried hair that couldn't be flattened.

Madara stood in front of the mirror with a sullen face. If he didn't have Hashirama's contact information, he would definitely notify the guy now to refuse to go out.After hesitating for a while, he made up his mind to find out the birthday gift that little bastard Obito gave him half a year ago - a bottle of hairspray.

I didn't dare to smear too much, for fear of being spotted by Hashirama. After tossing for two hours, I finally changed from the fluffy afro hair back to the slightly ostentatious mess in the past.Finding that the appointed time was approaching, he picked up a coat and put it on, put on the car keys and went out.

Madara, who was sitting in the convertible, felt the gust of wind blowing towards her face, and took a few glances at her black hair in the rearview mirror. It was good, the hairspray was useless.

"spot!"

Even though he only fell asleep in the middle of the night yesterday, Senju Bashima was still standing in front of the coffee shop very energetically.From a distance, he saw Madara with long hair blown wildly in the wind in the windy red convertible, with the same face, only a little younger than he imagined.There was no need for confirmation at all, Hashirama couldn't help waving and shouting.

Madara also saw Hashirama naturally, the other party was carved out of the same mold as her previous life, the only difference was that she was a shade whiter than in memory, but still a lot darker than herself. A little bit of joy rose in his heart, and with a smile on his lips, he found a parking space and parked the car.

"Madara!" He stepped forward and hugged Madara who stepped out of the car just now with one leg, bent over and buried his head on the latter's shoulder, and whispered Madara's name again.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Hashirama's head to push it away, Madara backed away helplessly. "You bastard... that's enough."

"Not enough! Madara and I haven't seen each other for so long!" Hashirama took the opportunity to take half a step forward and directly pushed Madara back into the driver's seat.

"If I hadn't mentioned it this time, Madara would definitely not come to me on my own initiative."

A trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and Madara sighed. "Isn't this often seen in the game? What's the difference?"

"It's a big difference!" Hashirama raised his head and put his hands on Madara's shoulders, "The game is just virtual data, there is no real contact with reality. I said that I wanted to accompany Madara, but not just in In the game, in reality, I also want to be honest with Madara and have nothing to say."

"You—" Madara opened his mouth, and finally smiled helplessly. "It's not as you wished now. Whether it's in the game or in reality, you are my friend, Hashirama. Okay, let me get out of the car first."

Hearing the word "friend", Hashirama shrugged aggrievedly. Even if the two meet now, it is too frustrating that there is no progress at all.

Pushing away the reluctant Hashirama who was still standing next to him, Madara got out of the car, and heard the sound of taking pictures behind him.

Both of them were very keen, and immediately looked in the direction of the sound. The two little girls held a few paper bags together and held up their mobile phones to them. When Madara looked over, the flashlight happened to be on.

"Tsk." Ever since he became a racing driver, Madara has never tired of taking these sneak shots, and was about to walk over to let the two delete the photos, when Hashirama grabbed his arm.

"Madara, don't worry about it, it's nothing to take two pictures." Hashirama said with a smile, thinking of the action of hugging Madara just now, he felt a little bit secretly happy. "I've almost made a reservation, don't delay, this shop is very famous for its desserts."

Madara frowned, still unable to resist the temptation of dessert, walked around Hashirama with a blank expression and walked in front.After the former laughed silently, Hashirama immediately followed, and when he reached the door, he pushed the door open for Madara.

With a strange glance at the gap between the pillars against the glass door, Madara walked straight in.

After the two of them sat down, they ordered two drinks and desserts at Hashirama. He chose the place specially for Madara's favor. In fact, he really has no interest in sweets at all.

"Madara, this pastry chef is very skilled." Pushing the dessert on the table to Madara, Hashirama recommended.

"How do you know? Don't you hate sweets?" Madara glanced at Hashirama where there was only a cup of black coffee in front of him, and used a fork to pick up a small piece of baked soft pastry and put it in his mouth. Well, it tastes really good.

Scratching his head, Hashirama said with a dry smile: "It's Tsunade, girls like these very much, and she recommended them to me." But Hashirama didn't say anything, his "aunt" Tsunade thought he was dating girls. A friend was dating and gave him movie tickets and amusement park tickets.I hope Xiaogang won't spread the news to the whole family.

"Your aunt?" Madara still remembers what Hashirama said when she complained to herself about the messy seniority in her life. Senju Tsunade, who was originally Hashirama's granddaughter, became an aunt younger than the former.

"Haha, but Xiaogang is a few years younger than me. If I call her 'Auntie', she will probably get angry." Hashirama replied casually, his gaze stopped at the corner of Madara's mouth that was covered with some debris .

Unconsciously, Madara licked her lower lip, and couldn't hold back the delicate and small pastries on the plate. "Why so little?"

"Is it delicious? If you want to eat, order a few more."

From the corner of the eye, I saw that the shop was mostly little girls eating desserts, so it was a bit weird for a grown man to eat them too.Madara usually doesn't come to this kind of occasion, but for a while, he also felt that it was strange that he and the two men in Hashirama were sitting face to face. After all, no matter how he didn't pay attention, he knew that this kind of shop was usually visited by couples.

"no need."

"Obviously your eyes are going to stick to the plate, why are you so stubborn?" Hashirama unceremoniously pierced Madara, and called the waiter to order two different servings under the staring of the other party.

"If Madara thinks it's delicious, it's definitely enough." Putting his hands on his chin, Hashirama stared at Madara without blinking.

"...Can't you turn your face away?" Even though Senju Bashirama is used to being everywhere, the feeling of being stared at while eating is unbearable to Madara.

"Why? I just think Madara is particularly pleasing to the eye when you eat." After speaking, Hashirama nodded seriously.

"'Delightful' is not used in this way..." Knowing that she couldn't speak to the guy opposite, Madara lowered her head uncomfortably and took another mouthful silently, it was so sweet.

"Good-looking things can be described as 'pleasing to the eye'. Madara is good-looking, of course you can say that."

"'Pretty' is the right word to describe a woman."

"Well, so handsome? Suave? This word doesn't seem suitable. How about heroic? No, it doesn't feel right..." Hashirama filtered countless words to describe appearance in his mind, but rejected them one by one. "It's still the most incisive 'good-looking', which can be described in any way."

"It's also the dirtiest." Madara rolled his eyes, not wanting to continue discussing this at all.

"What's the matter with the soil? The vulgar is the elegant. Besides, in my heart, all words are not suitable to describe Madara." Hashirama defended himself, and praised Madara by the way, looking at the former happily A blush appeared on the side of the face.

Of course Madara is not shy, he is angry.If it weren't for the unfinished dessert, the guy opposite would never be sitting there intact and giggling.

The author has something to say: Thank you "LLC" Little Angel for mine! ! !

Thank you "gooee" cherub for mine! ! !

Thank you for the 10 bottles of nutrient solution from the "Meteor Passing" little angel! ! !

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The stupid author is already a salty fish... Get up early to queue up for the physical test, there are so many people, crying blind, feeling like I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow after doing the sit-ups...

This chapter is broken here, many little angels can’t help but want to hit me, right? 23333 Focus on the next chapter and finish it all at once so that it looks more comfortable