[Naruto] Chronicle of Wood

Hashirama's back was filled with black magic sticks, and he couldn't move his whole body for a moment.Madara's speed was very fast, and he could clearly see Madara easily passing through several ninjas and coming in front of him.

"Although the order is reversed, forget it."

I couldn't understand what Madara said, but in the next second, Hashirama felt the power in his body being continuously drawn by Madara. With the loss of power, Hashirama became dizzy for a while...

no, not yet,

The lax Hashirama told himself this, he recalled many pictures, and finally focused on the sacred tree in front of him that wanted to destroy everything.

Not yet... Madara... How can it be,

Hashirama, who thought so, exhausted all his strength——he opened his eyes,

The fragments of the reincarnation of the dirty soil that flew away returned to his body, and Hashirama looked at the clear and clear sky a little dull.

Is it monthly reading?

Just when Hashirama was thinking this way, he felt a violent and cold Chakra appearing, that kind of familiar yet strange feeling.

Because he couldn't move, Hashirama could only aim to the right with his eyes.

As this chakra approached, the Uchiha patriarch who opened the kaleidoscope Sharingan appeared in the sight of the first generation.

Madara was holding a plate, biting a rice ball in his mouth, and was disgusted with him like what are you doing.

Sure enough, it is monthly reading.

Hashirama thought of this, and then fell heavily...

Thanks to the Uchiha patriarch, he stretched out his free hand to catch the first generation who fell from the sky, so that the magic stick behind him would not pass through his chest when his back touched the ground.

"..." Hashirama who was embraced blinked, and said uncertainly, "Madara?"

"Who else but me?" The Uchiha patriarch looked at the first generation with an unattractive expression, and said contemptuously, "What's the matter with your outfit? Don't tell me it's to test your brother's new ninjutsu?"

Having said that, Madara glanced at the strange sticks behind Hashirama.

"So stupid."

The Uchiha patriarch commented so, and swallowed the rice ball in his mouth.

Senshou Zhujian, who was hit by this scene, felt more and more that he had fallen into hallucinations: he was still on the battlefield one moment, but why did he arrive at the next moment...?

Looking at the completely unfamiliar scenery around him, Hashirama wondered, "What kind of place is this?"

"You don't know." Madara raised her eyebrows and was about to sarcastically, but seeing how Hashirama looked left and right, she turned her mouth, "That's right, didn't you say you wouldn't come here? Why now?"

Blaze raised her voice at the end, speaking meaningfully.

It's a pity that the first generation couldn't receive it at all.

"never mind."

Anyway, every time I talk about this matter, I will be cold with the other party. Madara, who doesn't really want to make the relationship stiff, doesn't care about the patriarch Senshou's ignorance at this moment. Even if they can never reach an agreement in this regard, it doesn't mean that they need it. abandon each other.

Thinking so, Madara put down Hashirama, but Patriarch Senshou's body remained motionless as if stiff, Madara frowned, and then asked, "Can't you move now?"

"Ah... yes?" Hashirama, who was still taken away by Madara, replied, and expressed his inner troubles, "There is no way to remove these sticks behind the back."

"Why is it so troublesome?" Madara complained, taking out the stick decisively, "I said why are you acting like a fool."

"..." The first generation, who felt his arms could move, touched his back in surprise.

"What are you doing?" Madara waved away Hashirama's naughty hand, "There is another one, don't move around. Speaking of which, every time I see your recovery ability, I want to beat you up. It should be more if you recover so quickly. Come a few times."

"Ah—it hurts!" The first generation who was stabbed at the wound reflexively said, "Take it easy, Madara."

"It deserves it." Madara tackled the last stick neatly, then threw it aside, the stick fell into the grass, Madara patted Hashima's shoulder with his hand, "Okay."

The first generation who was able to move freely turned around, and saw Uchiha Madara who was biting the rice ball on the plate and squinting at him, his head was confused.

But it's nice to see spots like this.

The first generation who thought this way quickly forgot whether he was in the illusion, and just said: "Well, I..." The first generation who felt that he was not very good at talking smiled at Madara: "It feels very good to see you now. happy."

An S-level alarm immediately appeared in the head of the Uchiha clan.

Although his face was flushed uncontrollably, Madara felt that there must be something wrong with the Patriarch of the Thousand Hands, so that he lowered his eyes and turned his voice: "Don't try to use sweet words."

"Ah?" The first generation was a little confused, "What?"

"Still pretending to be stupid." With such judgment, Madara finished the last rice ball in two and a half times, then pulled Hashirama's collar, and approached with the corner of his mouth hooked.

Hashirama held his breath, Madara's black eyes stared at the first generation, he asked in an ambiguous and dangerous tone: "What have you done recently, Hashirama?"

——————————————————Original Madara Crossing the Dividing Line——————————————————

Madara, who has just tried the power of fairy art, is very excited. Now he can understand the seemingly lifeless fighting style of Senjujuma. It feels like it's all in the palm of your hand!This feeling made Madara full of confidence. Regardless of the status quo that his eyes hadn't seen yet, he directly took the nine-tailed beasts as the pedals for his familiar skills, and rushed forward without paying attention!But because one against nine, and without the aid of vision, he was still hit by their combined attack, but Madara didn't waver at all, he blocked the blow with his right arm, and then retreated to a certain place.

Soon to have the power to kill the gods, just a few bugs wagging their tails behind the gods, it doesn't take a while...

Thinking so, Madara sneered, "What a bunch of pestering guys."

As if trying to judge them all.

And this time.

"Madara-sama... I'm late!"

Jue got out from the bottom of the foot next to him, Madara suppressed his excitement and asked, "It's finally here... have you got it?"

"Of course." Absolutely replied, holding out his hand.

Madara couldn't wait to take the Six Paths of Reincarnation Eye and his right arm from Jue and put it on his body, looking forward to the moment when he opened his eyes again.

"So..." Madara's hand on his right eye remained motionless, and he finally answered, "What's going on?!"

The shock and anger in the words could not be concealed.

"Pfft!" Raising his eyes, he saw that the Senshou patriarch in Madara's shape spilled the water he was drinking on the table.

"Ah, that's terrible!" Ye Zimu, who found that the important documents were about to get wet, quickly put down the cup, then hugged the documents on the table to the window sill and shouted, "According to..."

Thinking of someone disheveled and thinking that she should not be called in, Ye Zimu closed his mouth, turned his head and smiled at Madara: "Bara, please restrain your breath a little, the ridge and the leaf are very sensitive."

"Senju Bashirama." Uchiha Madara put down his hand, "How could you..."

Looking at the surrounding situation, Madara asked the patriarch Senshou in front of him: "Where is this, why am I here?"

Ye Zimu blinked when he heard this question.

"Senju Bashirama." Madara, who didn't wait for an answer but guessed the situation himself, became dangerous, "He is no longer my obstacle."

Madara said so with his hands in seals, and the destructive chakra gathered in his palms: "It's probably an illusion from Toad, but it's the same no matter where it is, as long as it is completely destroyed..."

"Don't use this!" Seeing this seal, Ye Zimu hurried up to stop him, "Calm down, and speak up if you have something to say."

"Do you think he can stop me?" Madara, who believed that Ye Zimu was hallucinating, blocked his attack with his hand, "Impossible, he is already..." Madara's hand passed through Ye Zimu's without hesitation. Chest: "I left it far away."

The avatar that was killed turned into a log, and Ye Zimu, who was squatting on the side to figure out the situation, spoke quickly before Madara attacked again: "Quenna is still alive, and most of the Uchiha people also exist, and you married Kaguya Descendant, this world is moving towards true peace."

Madara's attack was slow for a second, but continued quickly: "Don't try to use false lies, you can't stop me."

"It's not an illusion, but it's still a lie." Ye Zimu avoided Madara's attack, "This is your only chance." He said, pointing sharply at Madara's heart, "You know better than anyone else that you can't do it anyway. Going back to the past is why you are looking for the illusory reality, but now you really have such an opportunity, you don’t confirm its reality, but give up like this? What are you afraid of...!"

"It's just to stop my illusion!" Madara grabbed Ye Zimu's neck and pressed it to the ground, her tone was cold and tyrannical, "What do you know? I know more about illusion and reality than you do!"

"Really?" Ye Zimu grasped Madara's wrist and kicked him to the knee, "Then why did you lie to yourself? Uchiha Madara, the Sensei Senjutsu brought you perception is not to make you doubt yourself! I feel it carefully and carefully! Haven't you discovered what is around here!"

"It's just borrowing my memory..." Madara, who was knocked down by Ye Zimu, supported his hand, and the power of the reincarnation eye was fully activated, "Lunmu·side...!"

"Who told you not to wear the ninja card." Ye Zimu, who stunned Madara with his forehead, put his hand on Madara's chest, "Since you don't want to feel it, then so be it."

The part of the power in front of Madara's chest was pulled away with Ye Zimu's movements, and Uchiha Madara's right eye, who had lost his power of a thousand hands, closed uncontrollably, and his body also softened: "How is it possible! It's just a mere illusion... ..."

"I said it's not an illusion." Ye Zimu caught Madara, "But it's also fortunate that you always thought it was an illusion."

Because he didn't believe that the thousand-hand patriarch who was formed by illusion could take away his power, Madara let Ye Zimu touch his chest very carelessly.

Ye Zimu sat up, and the door of the office was opened.

Although Qingfeng who walked in was a little surprised by the indoor scene, years of experience let him know what to say.

"My lord." Qingfeng whistled lightly, and then pretended to be serious, "This kind of small-scale damage cannot be approved by Elder Lingmu. Will it be spread on our attack damage?"

"Good idea." Ye Zimu smiled, while hugging Madara, "I'll go back today, you go and inform Lengmu and the others, and then you can treat everyone to a meal to celebrate that the assassination was safe and sound."

"Yes."