[Comprehensive] Dream Commissary

Senju Zhujian is the eldest son of Senju Buddhajian, the patriarch of Senju Ninja Clan.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the next Thousand Hands Patriarch.

Even though he is only four years old this year.

In fact, four years old is not too young for a child of the ninja family.

In this era when the average life expectancy is only over 30, he will be on the battlefield in just over a year.

He is about to pick up Kunai, protect his relatives, and fight for the family.

Senju Bashima is not afraid to go to battle, even though he knows that battle means injury and death.

Because everything he's seen tells him it's normal.

That's what he was born to see.

He didn't think there was anything wrong.

But the only one, he was a little worried about his younger brother.

His little brother is only two years old this year.

She has the same beautiful white hair as her mother and can already run.

He was a little worried about whether his lovely brother could learn such a difficult ninjutsu.

If not, what should we do?

"Oni sauce!"

The white-haired ball ran out and plunged its head into his stomach who had just opened the door.

"Oh, it's the door."

He hugged his brother tightly, then walked with him holding hands.

"I am back!"

Mom sat in the living room taking care of Kunai, and Dad hadn't come back yet.

Mom said Dad was busy with family affairs.

He nodded, expressing his understanding.So he didn't ask any more, just ran over and sat down next to his mother.

Mother's belly was round, and she said there was a child inside.

He'll be able to see it next spring.

"Is Hashirama Hope a younger brother or a younger sister?"

He helped his mother put away the well-maintained Kunai on the table.

"It's all good!" He smiled so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

She nestled against him and rubbed against him.

He stroked his round, hairy head.

In fact, Senju Bashima wanted to have a younger sister.

The tenon cousin next door came out to play with flower sauce.

Hua Jiang is cousin tenon's younger sister, wearing a small flower skirt.

He also wants to have a sister who wears a small skirt like Huajiang.

But he didn't say it, because Tobima could already understand what they were saying, and he was afraid that he would be sad.

As winter goes to spring, the Qianshou Patriarch's family adds new members.

That child is called Senjuwama.

Of course the younger sister that Senshou Zhujian secretly read is gone.

But that's okay too.

Although the younger brother is not as good as the younger sister, but it is not bad?

Hashirama poked the face of another silver-haired younger brother in the cradle, thinking to himself.

I will protect you.

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Time always flies by inadvertently, and it never stops because of anything.

In a blink of an eye, even Tobima was old enough to go to the battlefield.

This year, Zhujian was seven years old, Feijian was five years old, Wajian was two years old, and Banjian was one year old.

In the same year, Mrs. Qianshou passed away.

It was impossible for Senju Zhuma to see his little sister.

But Mrs. Qianshou didn't die on the battlefield, which is a bit lucky.

But what about luck?Even if the whole body is preserved, death is death, and there is no difference at all.

In the Qianshou Buddha Room, the man who always had a straight face towards his family couldn't help crying secretly.

Qianshou Zhujian accidentally saw it, and was beaten up again by his father.

Only this time, he didn't talk back to his father, nor did he use his immature fists to fight his father.

Because he knew that the old man was just too sad.

Forget it.

Senshou Zhuma limped out.

Dad is really useless.

As he thought about it, tears kept streaming down his face.

The Senju clan is the Senju of Mori, and they always gather in places with large trees.

Since ancient times, they have all lived in the land of fire.The same is true for the eldest son of the main family, Hashirama.

Today is the first time he is eligible to go to the holy place of the clan to worship the ancestors.

Hashirama is ten years old this year. Although he is not very old, he has been active on the battlefield for three and a half years.

His outstanding performance made him initially recognized by the tribe.

As the young patriarch, he finally had the opportunity to step into the forest of life.

It was a forest that was alive but always dark.

It is said that it is connected with the wet bone forest of the three great fairylands.

Many unique herbal medicines are planted there.

Although the effect is not as good as that collected in the forest, even if you grow it yourself, the quality is several times better than the medicinal materials that appear on the market.

Of course, it is also related to their meticulous care.

The Qianshou clan is a clan that is good at planting.

The Forest of Life sounds like a wonderful place.

However, it is not.

If it was very friendly to everyone there, the Thousand Hands would not have chosen it as their resting place.

There are countless monsters and plants waiting for an opportunity.

Even the Qianshou people who have signed the psychic scroll with Shibone Forest for generations have to form a team to explore the road and be cautious.

Even so, if you don't pay attention, you will never be able to recover.

So apart from this family, no one would be willing to visit this forest.

The Thousand Hands call it the Forest of Life, and those outside the Thousand Hands call it the Forest of Eternal Darkness.

This is the Holy Land of the Thousand Hands Clan.

That day, Senshou Zhuma woke up early.

Because he got up too early, he didn't even eat breakfast.

Not because I wasn't hungry.

It's because, since his mother passed away, he has no lunch to go out.

Although sometimes Tobuma would do it for him, but it was too early today, so he didn't tell Tobuma at all.

Looking at the flushed sleeping faces of the three younger brothers side by side, he grinned silently, and slipped out of the room on tiptoe.

Putting on the national uniform, it was just dawn.He and his father joined the tribe and went to the forest of life together.

On the way, his father gave him a ration pill, which he put in his mouth quietly.

A group of people walked silently.

The sun gradually rose.

Years of battles have forced them to frequently step into the forest of life where their ancestors sleep peacefully.

It's a chore, but every visit they bring with them is a potential newcomer.

Of course there are sacrificial items.

Legend has it that the person chosen by the Immortal of the Six Paths has the qualifications to obtain a real immortal body.

They can practice immortality and lead Qianshou to a new future.

And to judge whether it is selected by the immortal, the key point is whether you can see the different scenery on the holy tree.

This vague revelation is recorded in ancient books handed down by the Thousand Hands.

They have never met the qualified clansman, so they don't know whether this record is true or not.

But they always bring in wave after wave of new people and ask them what they saw.

This has almost become a part of the sacrifice.

It's not a hassle anyway.

With the dense forest in sight, Hashirama and his tribe stopped to refresh.

It's eight/nine in the morning and the sun is shining brightly.

But the forest was still dark.

The canopy that blocks the sun makes the ground damp and cold.

The path is difficult and full of thorns.

For Hashirama, who visited for the first time, this place is really unworthy of the name Forest of Life.

He thought it would be more beautiful here.

At least a little warmer.

A group of people walked along a small path that could hardly be distinguished from other places.

Leading the way ahead is the oldest second elder.

He is the elder in charge of sacrifices within the clan.

He is also Hashirama's favorite elder.

He once secretly told Zhujian that if he doesn't become the patriarch in the future, let him take over his own job.

Hashirama agreed.

Yes, that's how I like it.

They walked for a long time in the forest.

Because you can't use Ninjutsu.

They will not casually harm every plant and tree in the Forest of Life.

The people of Qianshou don't set up tombstones, these trees are where their souls return.

From far away, Zhujian saw the holy tree at a glance.

It's nothing else, just because the tree is so conspicuous.

The towering canopy is verdant and straight, and the birds perched among the branches and leaves are lively and colorful.

There is an open space around the giant tree, and there are occasional light spots falling down, dotted with stars, which is very beautiful.

"What a great place."

Senshou Bashirama looked up.

But Patriarch Qianshou, that is, his father, glared at him.

He immediately shut his mouth.

The sacrificial process was really boring, the second elder was muttering words that he couldn't understand, it was inevitable that Zhu Jian would be distracted standing below.

After a long time, finally came to the next step.

"Hashirama." The second elder called out to him, "You go to Zhuliansheng to pray."

Note connected rope?

Hashirama came out from behind the adults.

He was the first newcomer called up for this step.

But where is Shimenawa?

He was a little puzzled, but walked forward anyway.

"Go, Hashirama. Don't be afraid, the ancestors will protect you."

Seeing that he hesitated, the second elder encouraged him.

He could only walk out of the crowd and move forward.

He walked where everyone could see and stood there.

He didn't see any shimenawa at all.

After pretending to pray a few times, the others didn't notice anything wrong.

He secretly thanked himself for guessing right.

Just as he was about to retreat, the tree suddenly revealed a door in front of him.

He took a sharp step back.

He is sure that this door has just appeared, and it has never been there before.

"Hashirama, what's wrong?"

The second elder looked at him suspiciously, but his father had already started to stare at him.

"Second Elder... There is no Shimenawa here." He mustered up the courage to say it, "There is a door here!"