under a thousand hands

Looking up at Tobima who was walking up, Senju Bashima, who had kept his face expressionless for too long just now, immediately changed his expression.Aggrieved, he rubbed his stiff face and let out a long sigh. "This is just the beginning."

——Thinking of all the troubles he will face in the future, Hashirama feels desperate. Why does he want to inherit the family business so early?Father's earnest teaching...was vaguely echoing in his ears, and when he looked over, there was only a thin coffin left.

The silver-haired Senshou's gaze swept across Hashirama's worried face, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and the too cold facial lines softened like melting ice and snow. "Brother has done a good job."

"Eh?" It was rare to hear Tobuma's praise, Hashirama's eyes subconsciously widened, "Tobima, you are not mocking me, are you?"

Keenly paying attention to the face of the person in front of him who changed in an instant, Hashirama quickly waved his hands to defend himself.

"I thought you would say, 'You can't do this little thing well, brother, you still lack exercise.' That's the case."

Senshou Zhuma made a serious face on purpose. When he was not smiling, his appearance was really a bit bluffing.After all, there is still a blood relationship between the two. Looking at it this way, it looks a little bit like Fei Jian's usual appearance.

Swallowing the words of the lesson, Feijian shook his head helplessly, "It's already very good for brother."

All day today, Senshou Zhuma did not make any wrong moves.Obviously worried about her, but forced himself to kneel there.Although crushing the Buddhist beads was not a big deal, he had already done a good job. Elder brother was no longer that impulsive child. His strength and soft heart would hold up the sky for them.

"...Taijian, don't push yourself too hard."

"I didn't force it. Brother, let's go to bed earlier. We will be busier in the next few days."

"...Okay, get some rest early." Hashirama, who originally wanted to talk to Tobima, swallowed back what she originally wanted to say after smelling the vague smell of blood.Senshou Bashima gave a thumbs up and grinned, "Teijian should have a good rest! Do you need brother to warm up a cup of milk for you?!"

"You don't want to waste such a scarce resource like milk... Forget it, you should go to bed early." I was about to preach a few words, but when I saw Kamizhuma's smile, I couldn't say the original words again.The mother is gone, the younger brother is gone, and now even the father is gone. Those usual dislikes should not be spoken out, they... only have each other left.

The silver-haired girl curled her fingers subconsciously, and there was a faint voice in her heart asking herself, is she being too strict with her brother on weekdays?In the future, the two of them will support each other and go on.

There is still a long way to go, and this war is only a brief pause. After this winter, there will definitely be a new round of war when the spring begins.

In this short winter, she will help her elder brother to clear up the internal and external troubles, so as to ensure that he can secure the position of patriarch.

Can it be done?

--certainly.

As night fell, everything was silent.Only the chirping of insects and birds could be heard in his ears, and Hashirama fell on the ground and kowtowed again in the direction of his father.He didn't know why he came here in the middle of the night, the room full of plain colors gave people a sense of sadness just by looking at it.

Senju's house is adjacent to the forest, and it is also known as Mori no Senju.In this age of wars, in addition to fighting and receiving tasks, they would choose to farm more often.

Where there is land, there is the possibility of survival.

However, this year is a disaster year, even if the members of their family are good at handling the crops, they can't increase the harvest much.

His wooden escape, the water escape between the doors, these things add up to barely enough for them to survive.They are ninjas, and they need to prepare food and grass during the war, which consumes more than ordinary farmers.

"War... When will it stop completely?" As a ninja, Senju Hashirama, who has been used to seeing blood since birth, naturally has no resistance to his identity.But he has always had a dream in his heart, he wants to create a peaceful and prosperous world.

Let every child not have to go to the battlefield at a young age, and don't have to leave this world before seeing the brilliance of this world like Wa Jian Ban Jian.

The moonlight spilled into the house, and Hashirama felt even more desolate. Even if his father often said that he was too naive, it would be good if someone refuted him.With so many thoughts of his, it is difficult to tell others. It is very difficult to see the brother who once imagined the future with him. As for Tobima... I am afraid that he will be hit hard and told how inappropriate this idea is. practical?

Why can't hatred stop?If you keep fighting forever, you will die without even a single person left.

"I knew you would come at night." Under the moonlight, the silver-haired Qianshou was wearing a white bathrobe, so bright that it was hard to ignore.

With a pursed mouth, Senju Bashima wiped the tears off his face with his sleeve, and walked out. "Why didn't you take a good rest?"

"Isn't it because you don't make people feel at ease, brother?" He rolled his eyes angrily, rolled up his sleeves, and walked side by side in the yard with others.Oh, of course, the yard of Senju's house can't be as arty as Uchiha's house, with vegetation, mountains and rocks, small bridges and flowing water.

Of course, the yard of Senju Mori's house is to grow vegetables and trees! (righteous)

"Tobuma, do you think I'm too cowardly?" Looking down at his feet, Hashirama's voice subconsciously dropped several degrees.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because I'm still at a loss about inheriting the family." The boy's shadow dragged for a long time under the moonlight, and he lowered his head in frustration.About his bewilderment, no one can tell.

When he was young, he could still talk about these words with the boy who had the same ideals as himself, but at this moment, he felt the pressure for the first time.

The elder's reminders these days made him breathless, and when his father was buried, he might have a thorough conversation.

"Didn't the elder talk to you?" His gaze swept over Toikama's shoulder, and Hashirama pursed the corner of his mouth forcefully.He didn't know why he had such thoughts. Sometimes, he would regret in his heart why Fei Jian was not a man, then Fei Jian would be the patriarch.

"What?" Hearing this nonsensical words suddenly, Tobima was stunned for a second, his gaze swept over the other party's tangled expression before he realized what exactly Hashirama was talking about. Ugly, "Brother! Are you questioning me?!"

"No, I just think that I might not be as good as you, Tobuma." What Hashirama said was also his true thought. Isn't Tobuma a suitable patriarch?If you are stronger, it would be better to go to the person who assists you.

He could see through the other party's thoughts with just one glance, and Senshou Feima also knew that Hashirama, who had always been romantic, had faced criticism from many elders in the past two days.The biggest point is him!He didn't hide his closeness to Uchiha Madara at all!

Even when they met on the battlefield, they would greet each other cordially, not wanting to be enemies of life and death at all.

"Don't worry about the matter with the elder, I will help you take care of it." The silver-haired girl looked up at the elder brother who still showed a look of grievance in his eyes, sighed helplessly, and raised her hand to rub the other's overly soft black hair . "I will be my brother's backing, you are good enough."

Because it is you, I will help you with all my heart.If I were the patriarch, I would never be as good as you, brother.Your broad mind cannot be learned by anyone, and your charisma is enough to erase the slightest inappropriateness.

Don't worry, I will not compete with you for the position of patriarch, let alone turn against you.We only have each other left, and the future of the Senshou family also needs us to continue to develop.

Just immersed in the touch of Feima's reverence for him, Hashirama heard the person in front of him change the subject before tears came down.

"After the elder brother's succession ceremony, there is still the matter of Yuyi's family to deal with. Oh, yes, the family has made a new batch of herbs, which can be shipped to other places for sale. There is also the purchase of new year's goods at the end of the year. This year's Data statistics should be made early, and..."

He was talking about the documents and information that must be processed this week, when Toijian suddenly heard a "touch" next to him, turned his head to look, and saw that Qianshouzhujian directly embedded half of his head in the tree.

"Feijian... Can I pretend I didn't hear it?!" The boy's voice was muffled. If it wasn't for the inappropriate scene, he would have rushed out of the clan.Just hearing this, Senju Zhuma felt that he was about to suffocate to death.

"Brother—!"

"I see." Hearing the girl's suspiciously angry tone, Senju Hashirama pulled his head out of the tree and sighed helplessly. "Hey, I don't know what's going on with Madara. Their Uchiha family seems to be more troublesome."

Compared with the simple old farmer Mori Senju, the Uchiha family is indeed in danger.Their ancestors were nobles from the Land of Thunder. Even though they are down and out now, they still maintain their own high style, which is completely different from the down-to-earth Qianshou.

Conspiracies and tricks, forming cliques and seeking power are not uncommon.

I'm afraid there will be an internal bloodbath after Uchiha Madara's succession.

Hashirama who had just sighed was about to say something about Madara's difficulty, but before he could say anything, he saw Hirama who was clenching his fists with a black face in front of him.

The girl's face was already black to coal, her eyes narrowed, and she stared dangerously at herself.

"Uh, that..."

"Hehe, brother, what explanation do you have? I'll listen."

Blinking, Hashirama really wanted to ask, if he explained that he didn't want to mention his brother Madara again, but just sighed casually, would Tobuma believe it.

Well, I probably won't believe it, I better not say the word "brother" at this time, otherwise I'm afraid the fire will explode even more.