Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

When I first met Senju Bashima, he was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid with a watermelon head.

At that time, I was not so disgusted with watermelon. After all, watermelon in summer is sweet and cool. In terms of taste alone, no one would hate watermelon.

Thinking about it carefully, it was almost the time when Senju Hashima and Madara were in private contact.

But I don't know, I don't know that this person has been in contact with Madara in private, and I don't know that Madara will contact him without telling everyone.

The Uchiha clan has been slashing against the Senju clan all the year round. The Senju clan has a strong body. It is a matter of course. They are good at physical skills and have been active on the battlefield and training ground all year round. Coupled with family inheritance, those physical skills have long been deeply rooted. Bone marrow, Uchiha who has been chopping with Senju for so long, can naturally identify a person's ninja clan by identifying the shadow of family inheritance carried on the opponent's taijutsu.

Madara has been smart since he was a child, not to mention that he has participated in the battle with the Senju Clan. It is impossible to recognize where this watermelon head came from. Senju Zhuma is not really stupid. Which family Madara comes from? In the time of contact, he still hasn't figured out that Madara is an Uchiha, Senshou Baimao is not only going to be young and bald, and premature baldness is a sure thing.

The first time I saw Senjujuma, it was in a mission conflict that was nothing new. Uchiha and Senju both took on missions that completely conflicted with each other’s missions. I want to escort So-and-so, you are going to assassinate so-and-so.

After the two sides collided, whether it was death or feud, the two sides decisively drew their swords and slashed at each other.

After the death fight, Senju's side was obviously going to win. The entire forest was filled with the bones of Uchiha and Senju, the grass was stained dark with blood, and the air was filled with the smell of fermented blood.

When I arrived, the older Senju tribe had already raised their swords at a young Uchiha child. The idiot Senju Zhuma didn't know what kind of nerves he was getting, but he rushed over and grabbed the adult ninja who raised his sword. up arms.

"Stop it! He is still a child, the task has been completed, we don't need to..." Watermelon Head shouted.

The elder Qianshou immediately slapped the watermelon head, so strong that the watermelon head was slapped directly on the ground.

The ninja grabbed his collar and yelled, "My brother was killed by Uchiha! Now the enemy is right in front of you. As a Senshou, you actually told me not to kill my enemy?!"

If this is an internal conflict, then the internal conflict had come to an abrupt end when I arrived, and I threw the long sword in my hand, right in the heart of the ninja who threw the watermelon head to the ground .

The situation was reversed in an instant.

I am actually not so obsessed with family hatred. People who are persistent with family hatred are almost because of the influence of the elders in the family and the death of their family members at the hands of the thousand-handed clan.

I was an accident of the Uchiha clan. My mother died of illness, and my father's life was terminated by me. I was taught by my father with torture-like methods. I didn't see anything in what he taught. Like the rest of the tribe, he hates Qianshou deeply.

I killed that person just because, this is a battlefield, if you don't die, you die or I live.

I always hated Senju Hashima and Senju Higama.

Maybe what I hate more is always myself.

I overthrew all the members of the Qianshou clan in the forest by myself, and almost all the Qianshous were determined to die. Even if they died, they would drag me down with them, but from the beginning to the end, no one can do it.

At dusk, the old dim yellow was sprinkled in the forest, and the water at the bottom of the stream was rushing, mixed with bright red blood, like a fluttering red ribbon, which was soon diluted by the running water.

From the beginning to the end, this watermelon head was desperate, but the reason for his desperate effort was not to kill me, but to protect the white-haired child behind him, but the latter was unwilling to leave his brother behind.

After I burned his watermelon head with fire, I kicked him into the water. The water was not deep, just above his knees.

The little boy with white hair stabbed him directly with a knife. After taking the knife away from him, I grabbed him by the collar of his back and threw him into the river.

"Feijian!" Watermelon head yelled heart-piercingly, and rushed over to block his younger brother.

After beating both guys up enough that neither of them had the strength to crawl out of the water, I unexpectedly put the knife back in its sheath.

It was very quiet at dusk, with only the sound of running water and the rustling of the wind passing through the gaps in the leaves. The "ding--" made by the knife when it closed the scabbard was very clear in the air.

I turned around and was about to leave, but Watermelon Head's hesitant voice came from behind me, "You...don't kill us?"

I turned my head and looked at him like a silly dog, deeply doubting whether this person's brain was broken just now.

What is the difference between you saying this at this time and reminding others to kill you?

The one who looked at him with the same eyes as me, and his white-haired brother, when our eyes met, we both froze for a moment, and quickly turned our heads away.

"Don't kill me." I told him, "Get lost."

For the sake of you, that child survived.

For a long time, I haven't seen this watermelon head and his white-haired brother again.

When I saw him again, after Madara opened his eyes, he was chased away by me for a whole day with the fire escape. Compared with the last time, this guy is really much stronger, because of Madara, he has learned a lot of tricks to deal with Uchiha.

"Blade and I are friends!" Watermelon head ran wildly while holding his head, "No matter what, he is my friend!"

"Auntie, trust me!" the watermelon head howled.

I:"……"

Who is your aunt?who is your auntNeither Madara nor Quanna ever called me aunt, how could you make trouble here!

I believe you a ghost!

……

I believe you ghost, at the beginning... you should have been killed!

After many years, when these things reappeared in my mind, they were still extremely clear, especially when I saw the dog-like face of Qianshou Zhujian.

We are all dead.

Once we lost everything, now we meet again.

Everything that happened in the past is like clouds and smoke, but looking back now, it is like a dream. We walked through the dream crying and laughing. Only we know what our final outcome will be.

The spell that summons the dead from the pure land allows us the dead to return to the world as undead.

But I still understand that I am dead, this world has nothing to do with me anymore, the reason why I still refuse to return to that world is only because of my greed.

I stood expressionlessly in front of Senju Hashirama, who was poked into a sieve by my eldest nephew with a black stick.

"Long time no see, Yu..."

Before I finished speaking, I lifted my foot and kicked him in the face, and I also used the sole of my shoe to crush it hard a few times.

Senshou Bashirama: "..." QAQ

Qianshou Zhujian had a scumbag face, and the smile was still the same as before, but it was different a long time ago.

"You still haven't changed at all, Yuge." Qianshou Zhujian closed his eyes, "Time is really cruel, we have changed beyond recognition."

"Yeah, it's cruel." I replied to him lightly.

Time can turn a watermelon head into a cockroach beard, and turn the patriarch of the Thousand Hands who committed seppuku for his best friend into Hokage-sama who kills his friends and proves the Tao.

Time can turn a child with a hedgehog head into a Christmas tree with fried hair, and it can also turn the Uchiha patriarch who once pursued his ideals into a behind-the-scenes man who is against the whole world.

I watched Madara grow up, and I watched him go crazy.

We have all changed beyond recognition in these decades.

This world...is no longer ours.

I took a look at the sticks poked on Senju Bashima's body, no matter whether it was the body of a living person or a reincarnated man, I couldn't directly touch these sticks.

I frowned, and stretched out my fingers to poke those black sticks. From the place where my hands touched the sticks, my body gradually felt a sense of numbness, but after getting away from the sticks, the feeling of numbness gradually Disappeared.

Just a simple touch has already achieved this effect.

I paused, this thing...

"You'd better not touch these sticks." Senju Zhuma said again.

I put down my outstretched hand.

"Yu Ge, have you seen that Uchiha kid named Sasuke?" Senju Zhuma said suddenly.

I frowned, "I see, so what?"

No matter how similar he looks, he is not Quanna.

"It's very similar to Quanna." Senju Zhuma smiled, "The potential doesn't have to be bad."

The wind roared past the battlefield, the hair on the forehead brushed against the skin, and the silence fermented in the air.

My eyebrows were twisted into a pimple.

I don't want to talk to this person any more.

So I turned around and was about to leave.

"Yuge." Qianshou Zhujian's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

My steps paused.

"I'm sorry." Senju Bashima said, "And...thank you."

I don't know why, so I'm sorry, what did he thank me for?

I waved my hands a little irritably, pointed my toes, the air flow around me suddenly accelerated, the wind poured in from the cuffs, and the dark national uniform bulged in the air, whistling.

I ran quickly in the wind, the wind whizzed past my ears, the air was filled with dust and a strong smell of blood.

This is the battlefield. I grew up on the battlefield and died on the battlefield. Where did I grow up and where do I belong.

My bones were abandoned on the battlefield by myself, where Madara took me away and buried me, he didn't tell me, and he didn't tell me how he himself died.

He survived and was not killed by Senju Bashirama.

I want to ask him, have you lived your life well?Did your hair turn white when you died?After leaving, have you met someone you like?

I can't ask, seeing his appearance, these questions may all be no and no.

When I saw Madara again, it was also when I saw that child who looked like Quanna again.

Senju Bashima is right, Sasuke really looks like Quanna, if he wears the national uniform and smiles a little, maybe I will foolishly recognize him as Quanna.

I saw Madara holding the sword backwards, facing Sasuke who looks like Quanna, slowly raising the sword.

My pupils contracted violently, my body moved before my brain, the knife in my hand was thrown out, and the knife that Madara was waving towards Sasuke was interrupted.

when--

The sharp blade stuck to the ground.

The technique that kept Sasuke suspended in the air was interrupted, and the boy landed firmly on the ground.

"Madara, what are you doing?" I stared at Madara with wide eyes, and I didn't even think about complaining about the stupid face on his chest.

what are you doing?

do you know what you are doing

Madara was stunned for a moment, passed me, and looked at the child behind me, "I gave you a chance."

The boy didn't speak.

My fists clenched involuntarily, "Answer me, Madara!"

Madara's eyes fell on me again, and after a long time he said to me, "I know exactly what I'm doing, Yuge."

"In order to protect something, something must be sacrificed." Madara told me softly.

"What are you kidding?! This kid..."

"He's not Quanna." Madara interrupted me, "Quina is dead, at the hands of that guy."

The purple eyes rolled, and I saw the Thousand Hands behind him that had been stabbed into a sieve.

This is too...

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down, "If you want to play with Qianshou's head, I have no objection."

Qianshou Tobirama: "..."

I have an opinion!

"But..." I stood in front of the child, "Only this child...you can't kill him!"

Not to mention that he looks like Quanna.

This kid has a big liar brother who tricked him into killing him, and I have a big liar father who tricked me into killing him.

I once doubted myself who killed my father, and wondered whether I should live in this world.

Decades later, when I saw this kid who looked like Quan Na and his dead brother, I suddenly had an idea-it turned out to be possible.

We can all live.

"Are you going to be my enemy?" Ban paused, and finally gave me such words.

My heart was filled with shit, the expression on my eldest nephew made me inexplicably angry.

What do you mean I want to be your enemy? I never thought about it!What do you think of me?A good person like Senju Zhuma?Fart, do I look like that?do i look like that

Nothing like it!

I don't have such a big heart as Senjujuma, I can do something for others!

I twitched the corner of my mouth, "I didn't want to be your enemy!"

Big fire, really big fire.

You little bastard, you miss me so much!

When Madara was a child, he often slapped the face of this little old man, his face was terribly smelly, and it was very fun to tease him, because when he was angry, he looked like a cat with fur.

When I was young, I didn’t seem to be a good-looking, unreliable adult in his eyes. He looked at me with helplessness in his eyes, excluding the height difference. It's Madara, and I'm a crazy girl.

Not long after Madara reached the age of mission, the senior senior took him to the battlefield where I was.

When I came back, he didn't say a word. I looked left and right, and I saw that my whole body was in good condition without any injuries. No matter how I teased him, he didn't respond.

I simply picked him up by lifting him high, and the eldest nephew, who was still a little boy, exploded in a hurry.

"Let go, let me go!" The eldest nephew, who had blown his hair, struggled desperately.

"Aren't you hurt?" I held my hands up and didn't let go.

Madara's face turned red, and her whole body was like a teapot smoldering: "Let me go!"

I put him down, and Madara took a step away from me once his feet hit the ground.

I took a step toward his place, he took a step back, I took another step, he took another step, and ended up missing my foot and almost fell into the nearby pond.

I reached out and gave him a hand.

Madara froze for a moment, stretched out his hand and pushed me away.

I pinched both sides of his face with both hands, and pulled them to the sides: "What's the matter with my lovely nephew? Tell aunt?"

The child was so pinched that he couldn't speak, and asked me to let him go vaguely.

I smiled and let go of his face.

Madara rubbed the red cheeks that had been pinched by me, looked at me again, and lowered her head again, not knowing what to think.

I stretched out my right hand, Madara groaned, puffed my cheeks and said, "Yuge, you...are you strong?"

I froze for a moment, that's it?

I thought about it, reached out and flicked his forehead, "You will be stronger than me."

Madara, whose forehead was flicked, looked at me blankly.

I thought for a while, stretched out my hand, "I swear."

I am sure that you will be strong in the future.

I'm so sure.

You are already stronger than me.

"Then...if I'm stronger than you, I'll help you perform those tasks."

"Okay, I'll wait."

When Madara poked me to the ground with a stick, the tall and straight body of the man was reflected in my pupils.

"You are really better than me." I said.

She froze for a moment, pursing her lips tightly.

"Wait a minute, Yuge." He moved his lips, "Wait a minute, people all over the world can get happiness."

"Can I too?" I asked him.

Madara replied without hesitation, "You can too."

"I've had it for a long time." I told him, once in the winter, when I could huddle together like penguins with two small children to keep warm.

Spot froze for a moment.

"What has time turned you into?" I asked him.

I want to grab his collar and ask him, what has time turned you into?

How long have you been alone in the decades I've been dead?

How cold and suffocating is the loneliness that can change a person beyond recognition?

What answered me was Madara's back, just like when he left Konoha.

The author has something to say:

A chapter of stabbing.

Zhu Di and Yuge said thanks because Yuge didn't kill Judy's younger brother, that is, the second generation. At the same time, a Uchiha would let go of two Senshou, which made Judy sprout, Uchiha and Senshou They can get along well, and in the village he built in the future, Uchiha and Senju can also get along well.

But if she said it, Yuge would definitely hate herself for letting him and her younger brother go. After all, they killed her cherished relatives.

I know the ending of this trip to the ninja world will be abusive, and this is also a farewell to my past, so I try to write the front part as cheerfully as possible QAQ

感谢在2021-03-2022:38:24~2021-03-2421:21:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Time 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!