Naruto Diary

There is only the unknown substance soaked in the solution in the jar - I don't want to know what it is at all. A wind blade cuts open the jar, and the unknown substance floats with chakra. The remaining solution and the jar are burned with a celestial flame , and then the operation.

Orochimaru is right, I will use Dirty Reincarnation. ——Just because you hate it doesn’t mean you won’t do it.

Therefore, when the figure in the Thousand Hands appeared and slowly regained its vitality, my expression was a little cold.

It's not aimed at Qianshou Feijian, nor at myself, but because of the unhappiness of having to do something I hate because there is no better choice.

Knowing that the other party is likely to control the Reincarnation of Dirty Soil Legion, Reincarnation of Dirty Soil is indeed a better choice than simply sealing the soul.

Fortunately, offerings are readily available.

The memory of my whole life living in a society ruled by law has finally established my personality. Although I will not hesitate when necessary, I also hate unnecessary killing.

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106. Between Thousand Hands

As the figure with closed eyes in Senshouban gradually regained its vitality, I clearly felt Uchiha Madara's dislike.

Just like I don't mind revealing insignificant information and ideas, Uchiha Madara has never hesitated to let me know such simple likes and dislikes.

However, my mood is also bad, and I really don't have the time to take care of the enemy's mood.Anyway, Uchiha Madara is sensible enough, and even if they fight, it will not affect the purpose of this trip.

When Qianshou Feijian was conscious, his bewilderment was obvious.

However, the behavior of staring at a room full of people is too unscrupulous, and they are all considered top ninjas in the ninja world. In addition, the humanoid Orochimaru in the opposite Senshouzhujian has not yet been withdrawn.Therefore, Qianshou Feijian's blank expression only lasted for less than 2 seconds.

He glanced at his hands, didn't say a word, didn't show any expression, his long and narrow red eyes were almost narrowed, and he carefully looked at the people who were still sitting in the restaurant one by one.

It was Orochimaru who ended the silent scrutiny of the situation.

He hissed and said, "As expected of the Second Hokage...the truth is calm enough..."

"..." Qianshou Feijian glanced at Orochimaru indifferently, did not speak, turned his head and stared at me fixedly, and said in a calm tone, "I didn't expect that it was such a young man who used the dirt reincarnation technique on this old man..."

"..." I pursed my lips without saying a word.

It's not that I didn't notice Qianshouban's temptation, nor did I want to embarrass him.It's just that it's impossible to say that I don't have any grievances towards their generation.

For 12 years, living in the shadow of a god-like enemy and worrying about my own weakness is really not a pleasant experience.

If the opponent is a peer, parent or grandparent, because they can see and feel it, even if the gap is huge, they don't feel hopeless.However, the ancestors of the ancestors who have become legends insist on leaving behind such an evildoer who tried to destroy the world. This evildoer once had an incompatible contradiction with himself... I really feel resentment when I think about it. Unexpectedly!

If you are really powerless to eliminate them, at least you can survive together or leave some strategy experience!

Thinking of this, the expression on my face subtly resented, and the little bit of guilt I had towards the Second Hokage-sama disappeared without a trace in my heart. ——Uchiha Madara, the boss, should be overthrown by your generation!

I didn't think too much when I took over the reincarnation of the dirty soil in Qianshoubeijian before, but now that I really face to face, I realized that I didn't think about the mood and attitude to face it at all.

Worrying about how to deal with it so as not to appear so impolite or eager, Uchiha Madara, whose complexion has not been very good since the beginning-although he has always had a bad complexion, suddenly said a word in a subtle tone.

"...you hate Thousand Hands?" he said.

"...Huh?" I subconsciously turned my head, my eyes blank.

"You hate Senjuban, don't you?" Uchiha Madara repeated slowly, with a weird tone and expression.

"... Which of your eyes can see that I hate him?" I habitually complained, "If I hate him, I hate you!"

"...Huh!" Uchiha Madara's face darkened again, and he looked away as if he was not going to pay attention to me again.

But, do I care if he ignores me?

Turning my gaze back to the front with doubts, I looked at the Uchiha Madara’s Senshouban who has the classic red hair of the Uzumaki clan, and I said to myself with some confusion: "I hate something... I just have a lot of resentment, so that I let the original simple The meeting became a little complicated..."

"...Lots of resentment?" Qian Shou Fan turned his eyes back to me, and repeated in a puzzled voice.

"Hmph..." I couldn't help grinding my teeth when asked by the person concerned, and the resentment behind it almost materialized, "Uchiha Madara is a super scourge! You two brothers should be killed decisively! Even if we die together! Keep him alive and kicking The little saplings who came here to harm Konoha but died themselves!"

Going against my original intention, my mood started to get out of control.By the time he realized it, this almost coquettish remark had already been blurted out.

My face started to get hot, and I didn't even have the courage to check my face from God's perspective to see if it was red.

It's really... so embarrassing... I really want to cover my face...

The enemies at the dinner table generally stare incredulously, with almost no exceptions, the difference is only obvious or not.Even Uchiha Madara's face was not dark anymore, his head was slightly curled, and he began to study the cabin bulkhead seriously.

No matter what the purpose is, the fact that Uchiha Madara bullies the small will not change.

The obvious elements of accusation, grievance and coquetry in my blurted words made Qian Shoufei stunned.I know that he was originally prepared to resist and control to the end, but in the end he heard such words that were almost like a wronged child complaining to his parents.

Qianshou Feijian looked dazed again, even temporarily ignoring the important information revealed in this unreasonable talk.

The atmosphere became more and more strange in the silence.

"Well," at this time, Shuiyue suddenly said inappropriately: "Are you just... acting like a baby?"

As soon as the words fell, when my brain reacted, I punched Shuiyue's head into flying spray.

"There's nothing like acting like a baby! I'm just resentful! Resentful!" I said with some shame.

"...Such a big resentment?" Shuiyue's head came back together again, like a half-melted white ice cream.

"...If you were born as Nine-Tails Jinchuriki and knew that there is a legendary Uchiha Madara who will come to kill you at any time, your resentment is definitely greater than mine." I said with a cold face.

"No, I won't hold any grudges." Shuiyue, who quickly recovered completely, with only a few traces of water stains on her face, straightened her face, and said seriously.

Hearing this, I couldn't help being a little stunned: "...No?"

"Yes, no!" Shuiyue said earnestly, "Because I will surrender right away—poof—"

Because this time he punched consciously, the punch was even stronger, and directly exploded Shuiyue's upper body.

"—Anyway," I turned around angrily, looked squarely at Senju Tsunade standing on the side, and tried to make myself appear sincere, "I am the current fifth generation Hokage of Konoha Hidden Village—a disciple of Senju Tsunade. On a special mission—”

"You are not carrying out the mission of the Akatsuki organization—poof—"

"—The current situation in the ninja world is very complicated, and I won't be able to tell for a while. Let me send you back to Konoha first!" Without looking back at Suigetsu who once again killed me, I said expressionlessly.

"..." Qianshou looked back and forth between Shuiyue, who flew apart and reorganized, and me who finally became expressionless. After a moment of silence, he asked slowly, "...what's your name?"

"Uzumaki Naruto."

"From the Uzumaki clan?" It was me who asked in the thousand hands, but my eyes were on the bright red hair on the other side.

"...My father is the fourth generation of Hokage Namikaze Minato." I said flatly, following his gaze, "As for that, some guy who wanted to study his life and was not clear about his mind illegally used my already So the half-dead thing made by the cells of the parents is not the real Uzumaki."

There was a flash in Qianshoufanjian's eyes.

Uchiha Madara quit.He started with a cold snort that almost became a sign, and said with a cold face: "Are you talking about me!?"

"Is there another redhead here?" I pushed back angrily because I was in a bad mood.

Uchiha Madara choked, snorted heavily, and turned his head away.

At this time, Senshou Feijian suddenly said: "You said that Uchiha Madara is still alive?"

"Yes." I said stiffly, looking away from the harsh red hair.

"Then where is he? What's going on with the people in this room? Also, are they on the boat now?" Qian Shoufan frowned and asked seriously.

I was silent for a moment, and did not answer his question, but said rather dullly: "...So, the current situation is very complicated, and I will not be able to explain it for a while!" After a pause, I proposed again, "I will use the Feilei Divine Art will send you back to Konoha!"

Thousands of Hands still frowned, shook his head solemnly and refused: "I developed the Flying Thunder Divine Art, if I want to go back, I will go back myself. You first tell me what is going on with these people? Also, why did the dirt suddenly reincarnate?" Me and big brother?"

"...It was my mistake to let you regain consciousness without thinking too much for a while." I looked at Konoha's Second Hokage expressionlessly and said.

"Huh?" Thousands of hands issued a voice