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

I should be dreaming.

Anyone who washes up, closes his eyes and lies down, and then opens his eyes to find that he has turned into a mass of air, or the air of Konoha after a long absence, will have this idea.

After falling asleep, people are always less restrained. Thinking that it is a dream anyway, I can do whatever I want, I dive down along the flowing air, and go back and forth happily.

Anyway, I was dreaming.

Thinking so, I quietly floated into the Hokage Building first.

Let's first look at who Naruto is, and judge which timeline Konoha is based on this.

Looking at the progress of the building and traffic outside, it can be regarded as the timeline of Naruto and Boruto...

Then I saw Mr. Hashirama correcting the document with an unknown smile.

Still a wooden part/body.

I admired my imagination for a moment: I didn't expect Konoha's reform movement to progress so smoothly in my subconscious.

It's really hard work, Master.

I looked at the endless mountain of documents with pity, and quickly slipped away before the animal breath surrounded me.

Since the wooden part/body is here, the whereabouts of the main body inevitably arouses my curiosity.

A great opportunity to explore your subconscious mind!

Riding the verdant foliage flying down, I saw a thriving, innovative town and... people.

On the street, the person walking unhurriedly along the flow of people seems to be Mr. Madara?

I lowered my height slightly and concentrated on identifying it.

Can't be wrong, that black long hair!

Since it's a dream, can I do something I've wanted to do before...

aha-

Suddenly, I was so vicious that I stabbed down.

The air swept the leaves down, taking advantage of the turmoil to go back and forth three times, and after gaining the courage, stretched out a tentative hand to the long-coveted hair.

——I got it!

The hard, real touch made my mood rise several levels, and I know how to let it go when I see it. Of course, the inexplicable sense of crisis made me put away further plans.

I cheered and turned around the person who had stopped three times, quickly soared into the air, and ran away without looking back.

Humming a little tune that I can't hear myself, I turned around and turned, and finally turned into Mr. Tomona's laboratory.

Let me be healthy--

I stared dumbfounded at the row of icy-coloured machines, the radiant ground, the air purification system with unknown principle but infinitely close to modernization, the time-space construction system with unknown principle but far superior to modernization at first glance, and even a A set of research on the dismantling and reorganization of the super dimension has fallen into the worship of scientific research giants.

It is a laboratory that started a hundred years ahead of Konoha!

No, as expected of Mr. Tomama.

No, it is indeed my dream!

The times are moving forward, the mysteries are fading, and the gods will fall with them. After a few calendar years, they will eventually be buried in science.

are my values.

I like this dream.

There is no one in the laboratory, there are bright or dark cordons and protective nets all over the door and walls, many instruments are operating automatically and orderly, I float carefully in mid-air, avoiding the dangerous and mysterious experiment Center, turn to look at another divided living area.

Incomprehensible numbers and runes, all kinds of complicated formulas and drafts, as well as piles of scrolls and folders, I glanced at them and backed away full of awe.

Forget it, forget it, the sacred laboratory is not suitable for ordinary people like me to get involved, next stop, next stop.

Thinking this way, I planned to turn around and go back the same way. When I turned the corner, I probably moved too much, which brought up a small air current and picked up a few drafts that were randomly placed on the desk.

bad-

In a panic, I tried to reach out to fish it, forgetting that I had no real body, and bumped my head against the locked glass cabinet door next to it.

Inexplicably, my forehead suffered a solid impact. I shouldn't feel pain in the air state, but my mind, which was not very solid, became even more lax.

'Strange, why should my own dreams be guilty. '

I muttered quietly, and guiltyly blew back the falling paper, and checked again and again that there were no undue cracks left by the cabinet door I hit.

— After all, I am very confident in my head iron level.

'what? '

A few familiar words that I can make out appear in the unfocused field of view.

I swayed up and down, tried my best to shake back the vision of the double image, and chanted to the newspapers and magazines listed: "Yomiuri... News...?"

Really familiar.

I leaned forward again, almost pasting the non-existent face on the glass, and then read: "Imperial literature... ah!"

I remembered.

——It’s Rashomon.

The periodical I stuffed into Mr. Tomama's hand when I was on the streets of Asakusa, Tokyo.

"So it really is my dream," I concluded, "After all, according to the character of Mr. Tomona, why would he open a filing cabinet in an important laboratory to store these..."

I rubbed my non-existent eyes, looked at a bouquet of nondescript flower arrangements on the top floor, and was dumbfounded.

Why is this bouquet so similar to the bouquet that I squatted on the ground when I invited Mr. Tomama to take a day trip to Taisho?

Impossible, I knead again.

So I rubbed my non-existent eyes again, and looked again:

The bouquet seemed to be kept blooming by some special means. There were a few broken wisteria petals mixed in the intertwined stems and leaves, and the cut surface at the bottom was flat and sharp, with the look of a knife.

Damn, it really is!

Wildflowers that can be seen everywhere, weeds that have not been cleaned up, random matching colors, and grass stems that are conveniently condensed together form nondescript flower arrangements-it is a public execution.

I frantically knocked on the glass cabinet door.

This dream doesn't have to be so detailed.

Although I originally wanted to see if I could find out Mr. Tomona’s research on Sharingan, especially the report on me——

If I can dig out that report in the subconscious dream state that I had once skimmed and then completely forgot about, it will save me a lot of trouble.

After all, my kaleidoscope bloomed under the water of the evil in this world, and at the moment of formal formation, the brand-new power system was also clear in my cognition.

Two eyes, the left eye is Tiantiannu, and the right eye is Qi Daotian. Just from the name, it is not very well-known.

However, in fact, because I was once addicted to a large-scale national style MM game of a certain era, and experienced a certain cycle of bloody storms, I have a detailed understanding of the legends related to Tiantiannu, and I know that this little-known little god, relying on dancing He brought back Amaterasu who hid in Tianyanto, and the land that fell into darkness saw light again.

That is the dance of origin at the divide between "darkness" and "light".

As for Qi Daotian...

Qi Inada is the only girl who survived among the eight sacrifices of Yamata no Orochi.

Sorry, I only know this about the fairy tale of Qi Daotian.

You can't expect a flower grower to be familiar with the myths and stories of neon. Anyway, in terms of power, it's terrible just that these two eyes can touch the field of time and space, let alone the illusion that I have never heard of—as long as I can deceive myself and others successfully , can really change the reality to a certain extent.

It stands to reason that each pair of Sharingan follows the owner's personality and will become different patterns and abilities. To a certain extent, their existence has been secretly decided, and it has nothing to do with the stimulation they receive. .

At most, the power is strengthened a little, and the scope of influence is expanded to several levels.

But in this way, compared to the experience of me relying on my own will and passion to resolve one impossibility, and even living to death several times, to turn danger into safety, is it the influence of will or the eyes? It's also mixed in, and it's frightening to think about it.

If it weren't for the wooden escape, I always felt that I would be gone the moment I opened my eyes.

So, so, now this should really be just my dream, right?

Fearing that I would discover details that I hadn't noticed before and break the existing three views, I hesitated for a while, but chose to give up cowardly.

run.

As long as I don't find out, the possibility doesn't exist!

I floated out of this horrible laboratory pretending to be calm.

Very good, next stop--

Let's go to the land of the Thousand Hands.

After leaving for too long, the taste of the tea made by Grandma Chun, and the shouts of Grandpa Fengzhong's martial arts practice are about to become symbols in my memory.

The casually planted vegetables in front of the courtyard have been cut several times, and they are growing very gratifyingly. The sun shines through the flying dust and shines on the two mats placed under the porch.

There was no one in the house, and from the houses across the road came the clear sound of sword clashes, the muffled sound of fists colliding, and the booing of children whose voices had not yet changed.

I lingered at the door and didn't choose to go in.

Next time, not in a dream, not a mass of air that even I can't see, but when it appears in reality, knock on the door again.

When the time comes, the one smiling and watching the battle will put down the teacup, and the other one who leans on crutches and picks the thorns will probably "hum" loudly, and then say: Are you back?

This is another "home" that I admit, my starting point in a different world with no fixed place to live.

I used to start from here and start traveling as an ordinary person who knows nothing. No matter how long time passes, there will be a place for me here. When I think about it, I feel a kind of steadiness...

"came back?"

The sound came almost from behind, and my scalp exploded at this moment, and I almost scrambled and jumped out of my original position.

As of now, no one has passed by on this street.

As of now, a person has appeared on this street.

So who is this person talking to now?

I looked at the source of the voice in shock——

Where I was standing, the man was wearing a light combat uniform and gloves that were obviously half-taken off. His shockingly voluminous long hair was a bit messy, and there were even several fresh leaves stained on it. On the face, the black and red eternal kaleidoscope was spinning, and it was precisely locked in my direction, with a calm and firm tone:

"flower."

"——!!!"

I rolled off the bed in a cold sweat.

"Meng Mengmeng——" I stuttered, kicked open the door of the bathroom, and without thinking about it, put my head under the washstand where the cold water was turned on.

It's a dream!

definitely is!

I raised my head, shook my head violently, and looked at my embarrassed self in the mirror amidst the sound of running water.

The so-called thinking by day and dreaming at night is definitely due to the influence of Jiu Lama's hair brought about by the psychic technique not long ago. It is understandable for me to dream of Konoha...

I paused and buried my head in the water again.

No, think again.

"Grumble rumble..."

No, I have to find something for myself to do.

I calmly spit out the water I accidentally poured in, walked out the door with one hand and one foot, and took out the phone from the ground.

After swiping three times, the screen was finally unlocked successfully, then I pulled out the address book and clicked on it.

"This is Senshouhua...I'm not looking for Wujo, yes, is anyone in school today?...They are all training, that's great, cough, no, I mean, I'm very interested and want to visit your school, You are convenient...very convenient?"

I held the phone in my hand, listening to the chirping voice on the other side of the microphone, my mind slowly turned clear: "...Sorry for the trouble, I was unconscious just now...Huh? No need...well, really don't bother ?”

On the other side of the microphone is the enthusiastic panda Panda, his tone is sincere and full of expectation, even with a kind of eagerness to try.

"I'm fine, the principal of your school... is fine? Okay," I clamped my phone to my shoulder, and rushed back to the bathroom at light speed to save the puddle of water on the ground, while making an appointment with the person opposite Time: "I'll go there by myself, yes, right now, I'll start after I wash up."

When the call ended, I let out a slow breath.

Good, that's it.

As for the dream, what is the dream...

Hahahahaha I'm already on my way to trying to forget it.