life winner good man

The Land of Fire, Nanhechuan.

The fried-haired boy in kimono and the watermelon-headed boy stood on both sides of the river, splashing the water with stones.Just hitting and hitting, the watermelon-headed boy on the side sighed heavily.

"Why are you depressed again?"

Wearing a black and blue kimono belt with a small bow tie, the boy scratched his frizzy short hair, and cast a peevish glance at his watermelon-headed friend on the other side of the river.

"When I came out today, I was almost discovered by my brother. Fortunately, I used other reasons to get rid of him, otherwise he would definitely come with me."

The watermelon-headed boy sighed heavily again, and said with a sad face.

Wuwuwu is really sharp, I have been staring at him recently, so that he can't come out to meet his friends soon.

The boy with fried hair choked, "If you say so, my brother..." If he hadn't said to go to a practice place that suits him, his brother Quan Nai might have come out with him.

The two boys looked at each other with pity and sighed at the same time.

What should I do if my brother is too clingy?That's a sweet (fog) annoyance.

"Hey, if this goes on like this, we might be discovered by our family in the future..." The watermelon-headed boy crouched on the ground with his head in his arms and murmured, "The perception ability of Feijian is super strong, and I can't hide it from him. It will be miserable for me to make a small report, and I will definitely be beaten by my father..."

"Aren't you beaten up by your father every day, and why are you so pessimistic about things that haven't happened yet, Hashirama?"

The little friend's voice was suddenly very close to him, as if it was right above his head.

Hashirama, that is, the boy with the watermelon head raised his head, and saw the fried-haired boy who was just on the other side of the river treading water, standing in front of him with his arms akimbo.

"spot--"

During the inter-column period, Ai Ai called him, and immediately lay down on the grass behind her, raising half of her face with her hands, only looking at the sky through her fingers.

"I'm not wrong either..."

He has almost guessed Madara's family. How many people can match his strength at this age?Maybe Madara guessed what his last name was, but he didn't reveal it.

They both tacitly did not mention each other's surnames, because once their identities are revealed, they can no longer be friends like they are now, but enemies of life and death.

At least neither of their families would like to see such a situation.

"Although you're right, you're always depressed in strange places."

Madara sat next to her little friend, lying down like her little friend, with her hands folded behind her head, and said old-fashionedly.

"Madara is always pretending to be an adult, she is obviously not very big." Hashirama complained.

The weather today is really good, the sky is as clear as washing, and the white clouds are changing in different shapes, very much like the cotton candy he has seen in big cities when he was on a mission before, it looks white and sweet.At that time, he also used the task commission to buy a few to take home for his younger brother to taste, but it didn't take long for the marshmallow to deflate.

The younger brothers were still very happy. They carefully held the candy and licked it, saying thank you big brother.

Even Feijian, who was always stern, said that our family is not sweet brother, you are wasting money, and at the same time turned his face away and quietly showed a small smile.

He vowed that next time he would take his younger brothers to the city to buy together, and the younger brothers would be very happy, but this promise never had a chance to be fulfilled.

The next time, his two younger brothers died on the battlefield, and even the bodies were not brought back intact.

Now, only one of his younger brothers is left.

Hashirama sniffed, her eyes turned red again.Except for one outburst at a funeral, he rarely did it in front of others.

Just because he is the eldest son in the family.

He also has a younger brother, and he still has at least one younger brother alive.

And Ban Yu is not an outsider to him.

Hashirama thought sullenly, why is there such a thing as war?Why do the fights between adults require children to pay the price of their lives?

He opened his mouth, and suddenly wanted to talk to Madara and bicker, but he suddenly remembered that Madara only had one younger brother now.

Madara's brothers died in battle just like his younger brothers, and they were even so young.

"Hashirama, do you still stick to your original idea?"

But I didn't want to, my friend spoke first.

Madara sat up, put his hands behind his back, looked at the vast sky, and repeated: "Hashirama, do you still stick to your original idea?"

"Of course!" Hashirama lay on his back on the grass, and the little friend under the sky in his vision had a firm gaze, as if he saw the distant future.

"I still want to build a big village and put my brother in it for protection."

After finishing speaking, Hashirama became depressed again, he scratched his head and lowered his voice.

"Dad, they all said that I was wishful thinking, stopping the war is not as easy as I thought, but why didn't they try hard?"

He didn't even want to listen to what he said, saying that it was a child's dream.

How many years have they been fighting in the ninja world? How many years have their family fought with their deadly rivals? How could such a long-term resentment be resolved overnight?

Madara said, "Because we are too weak."

He lowered his head to look at the little friend lying beside him with a very serious expression.

"It's because we are too weak and can be easily defeated by adults, so they don't take our words seriously."

Madara didn't say the latter, but Hashirama already understood what the little friend meant-if they were so powerful that they were invincible, then they could stop the war even if they pressed their heads.

After all, ninjas are respected by the strong.

"Sure enough, you should continue to practice, Madara."

Hashirama sat up and stretched out his hand to his little friend: "Madara, let's work hard together."

This is the first companion who has the same idea as him, and he will definitely understand what he means.

Two boys who lost their families because of the war held each other's hands by the Nanhe River, and a small dream took root in each other's hearts.

"We can't be the only ones, we need more like-minded companions." Madara said,

"That's what I said, where can I find it?" Having said this, Zhu Jian couldn't help but wrinkled his face, his expression extremely distressed.

What he can develop the most is his younger brother Feima, but the most difficult thing is to make Feima agree with his ideas.If he said that, he would definitely be regarded as a fool by Tomona.

Madara bowed his head and thought for a while, then said, "Quenna will support me."

No matter what he does, Quan Nai will definitely stand by him, this is his new responsibility for the relationship between their brothers.

But Quan Nai doesn't necessarily agree with his idea, and he doesn't want to force Quan Nai, so there is still no solution.

"I'm so envious, Madara, your brother listens to you so much."

Hashirama muttered, if only Tobima was as good as Madara's younger brother...

"Someone!"

Madara keenly sensed that there was a human breath coming from Nanhe River, he quickly got up to guard, his hands had already started to seal, and Hashirama next to him rolled up and stood beside him, filling the vacant place just right.

In the upper reaches of Nanhe River, a huge carp surfaced with its tail wagging, and slowly swam down.

What made the two of them vigilant was that there was a child sitting cross-legged on the carp's back.

The child was wearing a simple and colorful bathrobe, with slightly curly black hair hanging behind his head, the tail of his hair was red like flames, and a strange pattern spread across his forehead.

On a small face with no expression, the blank eyes are staring straight ahead.

This kid looked about the same age as their younger brother, but despite his outstanding appearance, he looked quite ordinary, with no ninja aura on him.

But Madara and Zhujian did not let down their vigilance at all. In this world where three-year-old children can kill with a knife, underestimating children will suffer a lot.

Especially when the other party's blindfolded eyes swept over, they shivered at the same time.

Why do you have the feeling that you are completely seen through?

Madara's mind flashed through all the families that practice pupil art, except for his family, only Hinata is famous, but the Hinata family's white eyes don't look like this?

"Who are you?" He asked coldly.

The eyes and ears of a ninja are better than ordinary people. I don't know if he and Zhujian's words were heard just now. If the adults of their respective families know about it, it will be troublesome.

"It looks like a child, but can an ordinary child sit so firmly on a fish?" Hashirama whispered, "Madara, let's wait."

At this moment, the carp wagging its tail was about to swim up to them, and the child sitting on the fish's back made any movement.

He moved his shoulders, his expression was like waking up from a big dream: "Are you Senju and Uchiha?"

Nine Lamas said that the descendants of Senju and Uchiha are easy to recognize, especially Uchiha.Among the crowd, one finds the best-looking black-haired, black-eyed, fair-skinned [-]%, and Uchiha Senshou is not far away. The two of them are as entangled as Indra and Asura. endlessly.

And it is more convenient for him to find someone, as long as he remembers the Yin Yang Chakra that Kurama showed him, he can tell which one is Uchiha and which one is Senshou.

For him, the power flowing in their bodies is more recognizable than their faces.

But the two boys on the shore all changed their faces, ready to use the ninjutsu in their hands. They just gave up for the time being because they were concerned about the situation of the little friends around them, and they didn't know what the kid in front of them could do.

"Madara..." Hashirama couldn't help but worry about the exit.

The child with strange markings on his face took a careful look at Madara, paying particular attention to his eyes, then turned around and said, "There is no kaleidoscope, Jiu Lama, you can come out now."

When it was gone, a little red fox jumped out of the forest, jumped on top of the child and squatted down in an instant.

The fox was so fast that even with Madara's eyesight, he couldn't see when it appeared.

The little fox has nine tails.

The two boys immediately thought of some legends about a fox monster with nine tails.

"Could it be Nine Tails?" Hashirama asked suspiciously, if it was, it would be too small.

Madara gritted her teeth and said, "Whatever it is, have you considered that we are in trouble now?"

A weird child, it is not known if there are adult ninjas ambushing around him, and he seems to be carrying a nine-tailed... and he knows their identities, maybe he is coming for them.

Ninjas will assassinate talented children of rival families in advance to prevent them from causing trouble to their side when they grow up.If it weren't for this, Madara and Hashirama would have known each other's identities as early as the first time they met, and they wouldn't have discovered each other after getting along for a long time.

The fox licked his paw, bared his teeth and said, "I've never seen this kind of expression on your face."

Hehe, that guy also said that he wanted to meet the descendants of the Sage of the Six Paths, but he threw the kid to him and disappeared. He is a majestic nine-tailed demon fox, not for human beings to raise children!

It is said that the human ghost is also very lucky. If you look for it casually, you just find the chakra reincarnation of Indra and Asura.

On that fox face of Nine Tails, an expression of bitterness and hatred suddenly appeared.

...Sin, how many years have passed, these two brothers will still come together, and eventually part ways, just like the reincarnation of fate.

This resentment, this hatred, this love, if it is not an accident, will never end.