Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

I'm wrong.

I shouldn't have used the word scurrying while facing a group of thousands of hands besieging.

Because I am the real one now.

It won't work like this, I held the knife with difficulty, dodged the sweeping wind of the knife, and quickly began to think in my heart.

What level of mouth trick did Mr. Hashirama use to convince this old man to be my training partner!

It's too much for me to dispatch the Uchiha Madara in his heyday-bai bah bah, it's too overkill.

It was another difficult roll holding the knife, and I took a quick look at this fierce god at the risk of being cut by the knife.

A kimono that is inconvenient for combat—that is, without wearing a battle-specific outfit; without a round fan or a sickle, and according to the observation of the blade cut off from the face, it is only an ordinary sword that can be seen everywhere in the training ground; even I didn't use any other physical skills, just relying on a knife in my hand, I was forced to flee in embarrassment.

It really doesn't look like killing people, but this coercive aura, this stern fighting intent, is too - super class!

Without saying a word, he slashed with a knife, and at the same time, his eyes of analysis and consideration followed him like a shadow.

It's very difficult just to hide with a knife!

Wait, dissect, consider?

I took off on the spot holding the knife, stepped on the branch with my strength, and avoided the menacing sweep.

It suddenly dawned on me!This is the interview!

Regarding whether I am eligible to accept Uchiha Madara's sparring partner.

Ah, the people of the Uchiha family are really as awkward as in the legend, and they have to rely on guesswork.

But for now, the opposite side is not particularly satisfied?

Uchiha Madara is of course dissatisfied.

Even if he has never had direct contact with this girl, this girl has indeed brought a lot of influence from her appearance to the present—a very good influence that had never been thought of in the past.

Regardless of whether I admit it or not, whether others know it or not, a person who can make Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara look at each other differently at the same time must be extraordinary.

You know, this girl saw blood for the first time, and the target was Kyuubi.

Such a girl with strong aptitude and a particularly appetizing mind is not in Konoha with a knife.

What a chance to test knives.

Uchiha Madara was in a rare mood, and he didn't use his usual weapon, so he just picked up a tachi and came.

Use momentum to oppress, wash with fighting spirit, let me see—what can you do.

On my side, under the stimulation of the interviewer's dissatisfied eyes, my inner unwillingness gradually emerged, slowly and undeniably suppressing my cowardice and evasion.

Uchiha Madara's momentum is really too strong.

Trembling, I clenched the knife in my hand and took a step forward.

The aura of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, with the sharpness that can scratch the skin, and the pride and disdain after standing on the highest point.

This is Uchiha Madara in his heyday.

That's the kind of person I'm pushing myself to confront.

After the violent trembling, what surged out of my heart turned out to be excitement and yearning.

After seeing such a scenery, who can be content to be weak?

At this moment, I seem to have returned to the wonderful feeling when I held the knife for the second time.

Unnecessary worries and thoughts evaporated quickly, relying on this rapidly growing strong body to barely keep up with the rhythm, and even the genre of swordsmanship and the angle of the shot were all forgotten.

Yes, that's the feeling, I don't need to think about anything, I don't need to think, the opponent is here, I just need to dodge and seize the opportunity to attack, that's enough!

As the time of dodging grows longer, only Uchiha Madara as the opponent can see, those gentle and hesitant eyes with a little inferiority are getting brighter and brighter!

That's right!Uchiha Madara laughed, increasing the strength of his sword swing.

Come on, what do you do next?How long can you last under this level of attack?

I hid very hard.

This attack was too fast and too overbearing.

My physical strength was being consumed rapidly, and my speed began to slow down.

The fatigue caused by strenuous exercise began to spread, and there was the sound of violent heartbeats in my ears, and sweat oozed from the skin, which was quickly evaporated by the heat on the body surface.

This... a feeling of déjà vu.

Sweat flowed into my eyes, and I couldn't help blinking.

If I say that the theory of chakra cannot be understood and accepted by me, and the flow of life force cannot be systematically controlled by me, all such mysterious and mysterious things cannot enter my worldview filled with materialism.

Why not, let's go to the professional field-oxygen, or in other words, breathing.

breathe...

Is the power system between the manga and the manga interoperable?

That night, was it my illusion that the brand-new power that allowed me to stand up from the state of exhaustion of vitality for a short time and fight fiercely with the Nine Lamas until dawn?

Give it a try.

I began to inhale deeply consciously, pushing the airflow deep into the bottom of the lungs, moving the diaphragm downwards, expanding the lungs to the maximum,

Exhale slowly again——

Guide more and more oxygen circulation throughout the body.

The surrounding scenery quickly faded away, and it seemed that only the deep blue of the person in front of me and the sharp knife light remained in my eyes.

The oncoming knife suddenly slowed down in mid-air, and I could even see the trajectory of the knife and the turning of the knife.

Turning point, appeared.

You know, no matter how embarrassed I am, I still hold my weapon tightly.

Fighting against the strong and throwing away weapons is just asking for humiliation, which is called fleeing for one's life.

I'm not.

This is the sparring partner I requested.

I - also want to fight back.

"clang--"

For the first time, the chopping knife was blocked by the grid.

The moon was already in the sky, and the intersecting two sharp blades printed my wanton smile and fighting eyes. Under such an overwhelming attack, I was completely aroused to the madness in my heart.

What a chance to fight back!

Overwhelmed?Trying to compete with Uchiha Bambi in his heyday?

If you don’t try—how will you know who is stronger!

Infusing strength into my arms, I slowly applied force to the handle of the knife, approaching.

After a short retreat, Taidao slowly pressed down with an undeniable dominance.

The confrontation of arms made our two faces extremely close, and I could even feel the steady breathing air on the opposite side.

Those dark eyes with absolute arrogance and contempt were looking at me with the same arrogance.

This madness was conveyed to my eyes through the staring.

——What, don’t you, too, enjoy this battle?

It is a blessing to be able to shake the mountain by myself!

I have no way back.

But what I want is this non-refundable!

I leaned back violently, using this strength to kick the ground, the blade edged dangerously brushed against my forehead hair, and as the ground quickly cracked, I rose into the air and retreated rapidly.

The blade hangs down, and I exert force with my waist, and I successfully transform the momentum of retreat into a mid-air rotation.

Count silently in your heart: one, two, three!

The big naginata infused with huge kinetic energy came out of my hand, tearing the air away with strong wind pressure, and I desperately followed behind.

Uchiha Madara did not dodge or evade, raised his hand on the spot, and raised his sword——

The big naginata was hit hard, but it had completed its mission.

Uchiha Madara may be invincible, but the sword in his hand is not.

In this form, if you are as proud as Uchiha Madara, you will definitely choose to pick up the blade, but the big naginata that I carefully calculated and threw is aimed at the weakness of the Taidao at this time.

The knife is broken, and I——here I am!

I clenched my right hand and hung it by my waist, and my left hand was flat and palm down, ready to strike with all the remaining strength.

Succeed or benevolent, let me take a gamble——

Uchiha Madara threw away the knife casually, raised one eyebrow with interest, and directly stretched out his hand to clamp the side shoulder of the girl who had repeatedly brought him surprises and surprises, and said: "It can be done to this extent, but, to That's all."

He bent his elbow, and when the girl raised her foot unyieldingly, he slammed into her abdomen.

I flew out.

However, it was never the flying big naginata that launched the attack, nor was it me who followed closely behind, but from the very beginning, when I was thrown to the ground and rolled over with force, I grabbed it and hid it in my palm all the time. I threw out the naginata together,

—a small stone.

Gently, without piercing the air, accompanied by the rustling leaves, the "bang-dang" sound of the big naginata fell to the ground, and it fell accurately at the moment I was hit by the elbow.

I caught the sound of the little rock hitting the fabric, bouncing once, twice, and then fell to the ground.

Uchiha Madara looked down at the blood-soaked pebble in a daze.

The yellowing memory seems to be turning the pages with this deja vu, the past that he thought he had forgotten, but in fact has always existed——

"It's not easy, it can tie with me."

"No, it's not a tie, I'm still standing!"

The same small stone fell from the sky and smashed hard on the head of the rustic watermelon-headed boy.The boy fell down.

"What did you say, isn't this a tie?"

"When did you..."

"Hahahaha, I'm not that easy to deal with the one that flew out the moment you hit me!"

The picture faded, the voice gradually faded away, but the last sentence overlapped with the girl's hoarse voice.

"Unexpectedly, I am not so easy to deal with!"

I was lying on my back on the ground, and I couldn't see Uchiha Madara's expression, but this didn't stop me from laughing, even if my lungs hurt, I would laugh:

"I ran into you—"

How proud!

After exhausting my energy and thinking, I finally passed this interview!