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

Grandma Qianshou, she is going to be called Grandma Chun now. After returning that day, Grandma Chun has already learned that I want to take her surname as Qianshou.

It is simply a joy that is visible to the naked eye.

I went one more time overnight to drink tea at Grandpa Qianshou next door.

Then Grandpa Qianshou also quickly learned about this, with a very stinky expression on his face.

How do I know?

Grandma Chun specially called me in front of her, and asked me to call her grandma a few more times.

In short, at that moment, I changed my mind and called out "Grandpa Fengzhong"

Then his beard rose up too.

He also glanced at Grandma Chun triumphantly.

... Senju's strange competitive spirit.

Ah, speaking of this.

Because I went through the process of being adopted by Grandma Chun.

It is known that Grandma Tsubaki and Mr. Hashirama's grandfather are of the same generation.

So in a sense, Mr. Hashirama and Mr. Togama are still my clan brothers.

Calling Nissan is no problem at all!

...... Whoever likes to call it, I don't know how to call it anyway.

Mrs. Mito seems to have heard about me at some point.

The two of us met in the early morning of the next day, at Grandma Chun's meeting time.

It's normal. In the next few days, there will be many people congratulating Grandma Chun on her granddaughter.

Very normal.

Mrs. Mito looks like a red-haired beauty up close.

Beautiful, sassy and gentle.

……

No, I suspect that Shengshu has put filters on me without knowing it.

This beautiful sister in my eyes is exuding holy light!

Really, Rope Tree's heart is already dokidokidoki uncontrollably.

Be strong, heart of Senju Nawaki, you belong to the strong me now!

A small scene, isn't it your grandmother!Isn't the one in the belly possibly your father!What are you nervous about, baa baa baa...

……

I'm not nervous.

I walked over with my hands and feet.

Unfortunately, my image of an invincible beautiful girl is gone.

Mrs. Mito smiled softly, being pregnant made her whole body exude the brilliance of motherhood.

I couldn't hold back, my eyes were hot, and I blurted out: "Grandma—"

As soon as the words came out, I quickly buried my head.

I already want to kill my outspoken mouth.

Fortunately, Grandma Chun is next to her, so she should not have been discovered, right?

I couldn't help but glance up quietly.

Mrs. Mito is watching me tenderly.

Seeing me look up, he smiled at me as if he heard flowers bloom.

"Good boy."

...Listen, did you hear that, Nakoki!

heard it!

With this sentence, you must hold on for a while longer, until I send you after-sales service!

Mr. Madara hasn't been here recently.

I started to learn wooden escape from Mr. Hashirama who was fishing.

After studying for a few days, I found that if Mr. Hashirama taught me, I might never learn it.

This person releases the wooden escape simply as he pleases!

At the beginning, it was just a seal of meaning, but later I forgot and just perfunctory. In the end, I didn’t even bother to perfunctory. I just put my hands together, and I can let go of everything!

You tell me how to learn it.

Mr. Hashirama, please consider the feelings of normal people.

Happily raising cubs, Mr. Hashirama, who was almost taken into the ditch, was finally captured one day by Mr. Tokaima, who had disappeared for a long time, with a dark face.

This Konoha Mirai teaching director is a sensible person.

At least I know that I can't let a person who has just learned to count as a child learn to count Flying Thunder.

He first kindly asked me what I thought the only time I successfully launched the wooden escape.

"........."

This may not be easy to say.

I have some embarrassment.

Could it be said that at that time, I had already prepared to gamble all my vitality to die?

Will he be scolded bloody?

It's the kind that even Nissan Tobuma can't calm down.

I flashed him a flattering smile.

Hey hey hey.

Togama-san showed a headache looking at the second pillar.

Then he took me away with one hand.

The other hand dragged Mr. Hashirama who was depressed.

The two of us secretly exchanged an expression of sympathy through Mr. Feijian.

He threw us both on the back mountain of Konoha.

Concise and concise: "Brother, you put your hands on the back of the flower. Take her chakra and put a wooden escape."

After a pause, he emphasized in an extremely uneasy tone, "The smallest Mudun."

Do I have chakra?

Today I know, yes.

Mr. Hashirama led me, tremblingly, and let out a small sapling.

I suddenly realized!

You don't need to understand the principle, and you don't need to work hard to extract it. According to this way, you can put it on and you're done.

Only limited to what Mr. Hashirama demonstrated with me, only limited to Mutun.

Mr. Toika, who easily solved the problem, put one hand on his hips, raised his eyebrows at us who were looking at us with admiration, and said: Isn't this very simple?

Mr. Tomama, eternal God!

Once again, I made eye contact with Mr. Hashirama secretly: I absolutely must keep the fact that Mr. Madara is my training partner!How long can you hide it!

Mr. Madara still hasn't come recently.

No matter how tired he is, Mr. Hashirama, who wants to fish, has taken me to play all the wooden escapes he can think of.

Isometric scaled down version.

Then he began to try to teach me the three-body technique without comprehension.

An hour has passed.

The collapsed Mr. Hashirama brought Mr. Tomama.

Two hours have passed.

Mr. Tomama with a dark face gave up on me.

Fine.

At the third hour Mr. Hashirama started beating me with all his heart.

"Hahahaha, Madara won't break his promise if he promises you to be his partner. Before that, let's make you more resistant to beating!"

"?"

are you human?

Mr. Hashirama, once he got serious about beating someone, he would be ruthless.

I began to grope and roll under his hands repeatedly every day.

After I was finally able to barely dodge Mr. Hashirama's pure body attack, I started to study breathing.

It should be breathing.

I tried my best to recall the memory of the time when I was chasing Ghost O Blade with all my heart.

A beautiful ukiyo-e painting appeared in my mind.

I froze in pain.

It's over after watching the young man, who would bother to pay attention to the settings inside.

The tears shed today are all the water that entered my mind at the time.

Sadly, I comprehend and breathe casually by myself.

Forget it, just be able to resist beating.

One day, after yet another beating, I lay dead dog on the ground gasping for strength.

I don't know if I'm a special case or all Qianshou are like this, but my physique, or the ability to resist beatings has been improved rapidly.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is copper-skinned and iron-framed.

And my lungs are almost becoming an iron lung under my casual breathing.

Mr. Hashirama and Mr. Madara were not included in the above evaluation.

At least, now that I am being forged by Mr. Hashirama, my whole body is sore and my strength is exhausted. I can go home alive and kicking after lying on the ground for an hour to catch my breath.

Or keep getting beaten.

Mr. Hashirama, who was spotless and had unruffled hair, squatted in front of me and poked my face curiously.

"Hua Hua, can I ask you a question?"

After holding back for so many days, is it finally here?

I was immediately alert: "If you ask, I can't guarantee the answer."

"Me and Madara, who will live longer?"

I took a breath.

As expected of you, Senshou Zhujian, you asked a big question as soon as you asked.

Sure enough, it is not easy to sit on the leader. Even if I don't answer this question, my attitude is enough for him to guess.

I was very conflicted and said: "Mr. Hashirama, it's not that I don't want to tell you this problem, the main thing is that Mr. Madara..."

I showed a super indescribable expression.

"Mr. Madara died and lived and died again. If you want to die, you can die if you want to live. Really, it's not very easy to compare..."

Then I saw that Mr. Hashirama also showed a super indescribable expression, and said in a tone of admiration, "You are indeed Madara!"

...What are you so proud of?

I don't quite understand your Konoha brotherhood.

"Flower sauce~"

"...Mr. Hashirama, please, please speak carefully."

"Did Madara promise that you would come back to Konoha?" I was afraid that I would not understand because I was young and ignorant, so he quickly added, "For the Uchiha people, as long as they don't refuse, it can be regarded as a promise!"

Which pot are you not opening?

Thanks to the tacit understanding these days, I quickly understood what he wanted to say next, and decisively crossed my hands: "Daba!"

Completely ignoring his immediate depression, hum, are you the only one who can produce mushrooms?

"Please coax the sneaky chicken that I lost, please, Huahuajiang has already suffered the worst beating."

So why do I call myself Huahuajiang?

Among the thousand-handed pillars, this person is extremely poisonous.