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

"Feijian, it's rare to see your expression like this."

"Some time ago, I took Hua's blood for an experiment, and the result... the sample part showed that there were indeed active Mutun cells."

"Isn't this a good thing! It means that Hua is indeed Qianshou's child."

"Isn't it bad? Look at the two elders, Tsubaki and Toyoshige, who almost treat her as their own granddaughter."

"Hmm... I remember you asked me for a lot of blood not long ago?"

"Yes, the following is what I want to say. The child's blood sample is polarized, and a large part of it is comparable to inert elements. It is completely unexplorable. I have been struggling with this sample until now, and I have found nothing."

"Um……"

"The other part is the extracted Mutun cells."

"Uh-huh……"

"This part of the sample is active and abnormal, and the data is completely different from the other part, but the two are perfectly compatible, and there is a tendency to merge with each other, and I also use this part to do it with your blood, big brother. For comparison..."

"Mmmmmmm..."

"...Brother!"

"Hey!" Senju Zhuma withdrew his wandering eyes with a smirk, irrational but also strong, "I don't understand at all! Tobima, you just need to say the conclusion!"

"Forget it." Qianshou wiped his face wearily, "The conclusion is that this child has a direct blood relationship with you, eldest brother."

"Um... huh? Nani?!!!"

Qianshou Zhujian's expression cracked.

"It's impossible, where did I get such a big daughter?"

"Who told you it was a daughter? Was what I said before all nonsense?"

Qianshou Feijian had an unmovable hatred for iron and steel, and explained helplessly, "This part of her blood sample is very small. It doesn't seem to be congenital, but it seems to be acquired. This means, you understand ?"

"... Tobima," Senju Zhuma struggled to find his voice, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question, "Do you think time ninjutsu is simple?"

At this time, the tacit understanding between the brothers was manifested, and Qianshou's eyebrows did not move: "You also found out."

No wonder, after all, Hua, that child never bothered to hide his unusualness.

When he first appeared, he could not speak well, but he has a strong learning ability. He is curious and nostalgic for the newborn Konoha. He will do his best to protect Mito who has never met him before. He can call out nine people that no one knows. The name of the tailed beast, the swearing that peace will come, and the pair of eyes that are not stained with human life, almost sent the answer to them.

Between the thousand hands, this big man who is at the forefront of technology and medical care calmly picked up his teacup, took a sip of air, and said nonchalantly, "Now I can research space ninjutsu, and people who work hard in the future should also be able to do it." Not difficult."

"..." Qianshou Zhujian showed a shocked expression again.

"Brother, you may have to worry more about Konoha's affairs these days. I'm going back to thoroughly investigate my laboratory."

This elder brother has not passed away, and the young man who has not provoked the wooden leaves is still soft in his heart.

"Although I don't want to admit it, it is very likely that this technology was passed on from my side. There are still many abnormalities on Hua's side that are still unclear, and there may be other possibilities... Anyway, at least I will not let it go. The meaningless and bottomless human experiments came from the people I brought in."

I shivered violently.

It's strange, what's the matter with this kind of aversion to the underpants being stripped clean?

Thanks to the growing strange perception, I didn't dare to underestimate it at all this time, and sat up directly from the resting bed.

After waiting anxiously for a while, the same feeling did not strike again.

...shouldn't be a big problem, right?

I lay back in doubt.

A second later, I just jumped up.

Damn, can't sleep at all.

Qianshou's physique is also very good, he was beaten up yesterday and can only pant, now——

I looked outside, the sun was in the sky.

——Sleeping until noon the next day will be all right?

I jumped up and down in disbelief, nothing happened.

This is too hard to beat, right?

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing...

Anyway, I can't sleep anymore, why don't I go out and trouble Mr. Hashirama!

Even if the final result is not bad, I can't help but feel sad when I think about the long life of being beaten.

I'll take someone's word for it, Mr. Hashirama, your betting money is really going to run out!

I washed up quickly and prepared to go out. When I bid farewell to Granny Qianshou with a normal smile on her face, I was confused for a while.

It should be the Nine Lamas who sent me home yesterday. The mother-in-law looks so calm, it seems that I have never met her?

And the knife that I forgot also came back by itself?

Grandma Qianshou: Smiling.

Going out at noon is a particularly silly act.

Because it's really hot.

The problem is that after noon, Mr. Hashirama should sneak out of the Hokage Tower, and it will be difficult to find him then.

I politely knocked on the door.

The door opened.

I was lucky, but not very good, Mr. Hashirama and Mr. Tomona were both there.

It seems to be discussing something?

I suddenly hesitated.

Mr. Hashirama, who came to open the door himself, leaned towards me eagerly with a silly, bewildered and benevolent expression.

"That, Huahua~"

I trembled suddenly, and the hunk repeated his words, terrified, "What, what?"

Mr. Hashirama spoke with a standard Chishou straight ball: "Does Huahuajiang have no surname? Do you want to have the surname Qianshou with me?"

"..." I almost couldn't catch my breath, "It's true that I don't have a last name, but Mr. Hashirama—"

I lifted my bangs directly, exposing my whole face. "Do you think I look like a thousand hands?"

"Hahahaha it doesn't look like anything!" Mr. Hashirama laughed and approached me again, holding his chin for a serious look, "Look carefully, this looks more like Uchiha..."

"...But! What does it matter!" Mr. Hashirama said irrationally, "Anyway, Huahua knows how to escape, and she is the son of Qianshou!"

What happened to make this man so tough all of a sudden?

I hesitated to speak, "Zhu..." Forget it, I turned my head decisively to Mr. Feijian for help.

The rare and forthright Mr. Toika came over and patted me on the back, "Don't worry so much, kid, flowers are definitely related to Senshou, isn't that true?"

"That's right...but..."

"It's okay, we know what Huahua wants us to know. Don't worry, everyone in Qianshou likes you very much." Bright smile, big white teeth that gleamed, and a confident thumb.

The problem is that I don't even know what I want you to know!

Damn it, the aversion to the cold before was indeed true, what did you guys imagine!

I looked hesitantly at this man who gave almost everything for the peace of this scene.

Do you want to tell, do you want to confess?

Tell this person that after your death, the short-term peace you worked so hard to create was completely shattered, and the greedy ninja world quickly set off a war. The broken internal organs, the broken heart escaped the catastrophe because it was useless, and then I, an outsider, changed my heart to continue my life. Now maybe I am still in a half-dead state hanging by a heart?

Will you be outraged?

Then, what happens?

Senshou Zhuma looked at the girl who was reluctant to speak, frowned, and pressed her shoulders with both hands, trying to rely on the panic-stricken girl:

"So it's all said, don't worry so much."

"The future is immeasurable, flower"

"You are right to keep your mouth shut. Even I am not sure what I will do after knowing everything."

"I just need to know that peace will definitely come, and that it is enough for all future children to be as happy, happy, and beautiful as you."

"So Hua, don't worry that you have no real blood relationship with Qianshou, and don't care about your origin."

"You don't deny that you and Qianshou do have some relationship. It happens that you are helpless here. The surname of Qianshou can give you enough protection. Do you want to think about it?"

"My surname is Qianshou, and I can teach you how to escape!"

Is this person in Senshouzhuma an angel?

Everyone is glowing!

But even so, I still: "Thank you Mr. Hashirama, please allow me to solemnly refuse you!"

Yes, I still have to say no.

I was a little moved and a little funny when I saw the puzzled eyes of the two thousand-handed men.

I took a few steps back, bowed solemnly at ninety degrees, then raised my head, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Hashirama, if I say that I want to have the same surname as Grandma Senshou, how can you tell me?" Am I going to escape?"

Senshou Zhuma subconsciously said, "Of course!"

They are all thousands of hands, is there a difference?

Of course there is.

Mr. Hashirama's meaning is very clear, it should be that he wants to adopt me.

This person is too kind to his own people, but ah... there is a very fatal problem...

If I were Mrs. Mito, one day my husband brought a 12-year-old girl to me and said to me: My wife, I have a new daughter/sister, and I will get along well in the future, hahahahaha!

No matter how good-tempered Mrs. Mito is, no matter how decent she is, and no matter how well-reasoned she is, her blood pressure will definitely rise in this wave.

Or not.

Grandma Qianshou is so good, I call her grandma sincerely.

Neither of these two people is an idiot, and they quickly understood what I was thinking. Mr. Hashirama looked at me helplessly,

"Hua, you are too obedient."

"You can be more willful!"

Mr. Tokima patted my head and opened the door, "I just want to go back, and I will go back to make arrangements for the flowers, so let's take a step first, big brother."

The two exchanged a look that I didn't understand, and nodded to each other.

Mr. Hashirama relaxed after the matter was resolved, and finally remembered to ask me why I came here.

Speaking of this, my gentle expression gradually became ferocious, and I tried my best to raise a smirk, considering that Mr. Tomona had not gone far, I said tactfully: "Mr. Hashirama, you should still remember the sparring partner you mentioned Jun, said it was the one who appeared at the entrance of the village yesterday..."

Mr. Hashirama suddenly realized, and then apologized: "Sorry, Hua, I forgot to tell you, the mission of the mirror has changed, and it will take a few days to come back."

My smile gradually disappeared, and I seemed to hear a different name just now: "Mirror?"

Mr. Hashirama nodded, as a matter of course: "Yes, you should also know that he was the one who underestimated the enemy and was accidentally knocked out by you with the sword that day. Tobima's disciple, Uchiha mirror, just happened to use swords, body skills and sword skills Also... wait, Huahua, what's wrong with you!"

"It's nothing, I was just a little too touched just now, I can't hold back."

I choked with sobs, and tremblingly wiped away the tears I couldn't help but said, "So... so it's a mirror..."

I don't mean to dislike Mr. Madara, but, you understand that feeling——

Originally, I didn't have to suffer all this!

wow-

Mr. Zhujian has already started to panic, "You went to the village entrance yesterday and waited for a long time? I'm sorry, why don't I find you a sparring partner first, who is strong in sword skills! Handsome and handsome! Gentle and patient! Hey little aunt, don't cry..."

"No need for Mr. Hashirama, I found myself a training partner yesterday, oh..."

The sparring partner I found by myself, I have to defend it even when I cry.

Senshou Zhujian questioned: "The sword technique is more powerful?"

I recalled the pain of being unilaterally hanged and beaten: "The knife technique is more powerful!"

Senshou Zhuma questioned again: "More handsome?"

The face of Mr. Madara appeared in my mind when I was fighting swords at close range yesterday, and I was determined: "More handsome and handsome!"

A sense of crisis rose in Qianshou Zhujian's heart, and he quickly checked where the little brat came from, and then he began to intercept the little girl Hu: "Be more gentle and patient?"

I, I sobbed loudly: "Not gentle and not patient!"

Senju Bashima's expression gradually became subtle. He looked left and right to make sure that Mr. Tomona had gone away, and then quietly approached me again, probing: "Hana, tell me, is this person Uchiha——"

Excitedly, he mouthed "Madara" to me.

I was angry from my heart, couldn't hold back, and kicked this person's knee directly: "Who is to blame for this!!!"

Senjujuma did not hide, and pretended to exaggerate and shouted loudly, "Oh, it hurts!" Then he winked at me, like a big boy: "It really hurts for him to beat someone, it's hard work!" you-"

...Destroy, world.