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

Here, I feel like I have to state one thing up front.

That is, although I opened the new dungeon with the idea of ​​being able to contact Mr. Madara as soon as possible, I also cherished my mind and planned to rest while waiting for Tongli's connection-this was my original plan.

As a result, things finally developed into what they are now, which fully demonstrates that the development of the world does not depend on people's will. The world is material, material is in motion, and motion is... motion is easy to follow.

The me above obeyed the call from the bottom of my heart and brought myself down.

Also feel very proud.

——If it hadn't been caught on the spot at the end.

Ah, yes, caught in the act... Where is that person?

Eyes closed and opened, I was still a little sluggish after waking up from the chaos, staring at the dark ceiling with my lifeless eyes, waiting for the recovery of the positioning system and time system in the brain: "Still in Uchiha... when is it?" ?”

I rolled myself up slowly and subconsciously felt under the pillow.

"...?"

I kept a blank expression and pulled out the thing I touched: "Flower, no, is it a sachet?"

Subconsciously, I leaned over and sniffed it. The smell is quite mild, with the smell of Chinese herbal medicine, which is very suitable for falling asleep——

I lowered my head as if aware of it, and found that all the clothes on my body had been changed, and even my hair had been well washed and combed, exuding the fragrance of soap locust.

Looking around, empty houses, dark colors, and slowly dissipating popularity with an irresistible trend-this is Uchiha, right?

One question after another, I will forget the initial thought for a while, and I have no intention of staying in bed and escaping. I picked up the clothes that should be prepared for me beside the bed.

Shaking off the neatly stacked top, revealing the white and red fan patterns, I couldn't help but let out a "wow".

It is the authentic Uchiha clan uniform.

I couldn't help it, and touched it again... Well, this fabric is very burnable to the touch.

With a sense of novelty, I put on this suit and put on the most common open-toed flat-soled ninja shoes. At the bottom of the fabric, I saw a dark blue hair band.

...Should it be a hair tie?

I stared deeply at this seemingly ordinary belt without any dark lines for a while, and gestured to the neck, arms, and waist for a while, and finally confirmed that its destination is in my hair. silk.

I haven't trimmed my hair for a while, and the ends are frizzy. It's really uncomfortable if I don't tie it up.

"It's still weird," I started to tie the ponytail with the end of the headband in my mouth, "Is this a season of sleep?"

I was ready to wake up and face the gust of wind, and this is the result?

The headband is a bit long, and when I wrap it up completely, the tail hangs down just to the nape of my neck.

I raised my ponytail, relying on my feeling to successfully cover the spots on the nape of my neck with explosive brightness, I nodded in satisfaction.

In just such a short while, the uneasiness when I just woke up was replaced by the irrepressible novelty and anticipation. The curiosity that bubbled up like bubbles made me focus on: what happened outside that made me have Such a high quality of accommodation, and—who is the person who changed my clothes, and—whether the blood that would be exposed as soon as I was taken for research, ah, the last one, I still have to Judging by lying on Uchiha's clan ground and wearing Uchiha's clothes, there is a high probability that it can be ruled out now.

... No, not necessarily.

I put my hand on the door and carefully overturned my previous guess.

After all, with Mr. Madara here, anything is possible.

"Wow—"

I pulled the door open.

I stood at the door blankly.

Outside the door, in the courtyard, the disgraced Sasuke Uchiha crossed a straight line with his obviously scorched afro, and crashed into the shapeless ruins with a bang.

"Sasuke-kun—?" I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and looked in the direction of the straight line, and sure enough, I saw a black-haired man who was slowly taking off his black gloves.

This, this familiar déjà vu, the dream that was forcibly interrupted by me in the magic world!

I tiptoed uncontrollably and retreated, and from the corner of my eye I began to subconsciously search for the best escape direction.

No, no, calm down, don't be nervous, I, I'm touching Mr. Madara's hair in the dream, and it's not me——

Resisting the urge to turn around and run, of course, the main reason is that this meeting has already been firmly locked, a dilemma, and it is difficult to fly. Knowing that I will never escape, I am struggling to the death, and seeing the Yellow River, I sent out a temptation: "... ...Mr. Madara?"

"Why," the person standing in the middle of the courtyard threw his gloves aside casually, looking at him, his expression was the same as that of the person in the dream: "Want to do it again?"

... what again?Is it running around you three times or touching your hair?

The full sun shines on the person who seems to be patiently waiting for my answer, bringing a faint blue light, not like a real person.

Does he really seem to be waiting for my answer?

When I realized this, my head was stunned, and I blurted out: "Can, is it possible?"

In the next second, my soul returned to my place, and I immediately corrected my outrageous words: "No, no, you didn't hear anything, I mean, um, that, actually, this, I..."

The more flustered and flustered I was, the more flustered I was, taking a deep breath against his increasingly interested expression, and before he could speak, I said with great force that the last thing that would go wrong was the only one that appeared at this moment. The sentence in my head:

"Have you eaten!!!"

……

After half an hour.

Uchiha Sasuke, who skillfully climbed out of the ruins, stared straight, and sat side by side with me, who was listless and empty-eyed, and held up the rice bowl in front of me.

"I started..." X2

The two black heads lowered their heads to pick up the rice in unison.

After a while.

"I'm done, thank you for the hospitality..." X2

Then there was an awkward silence.

——Mainly because I am embarrassed.

I quietly put down the bowl in my hand, looked down at the pattern on the table, and tried to integrate myself into the quiet and weird environment, it would be better to turn it into a wooden board on the ground, a pattern on the wall, or a stone outside , in short, world, forget about me, let me be alone...

I thought of the environment that suddenly froze after saying this sentence, and Mr. Madara who also suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes and laughed out loud.

——Is it really that funny!I've never seen Mr. Madara smile so happily, ever!It's just that I was never so happy when I tried to beat him before!

I was incompetent and furious, and with an inexplicable daze: "Mr. Madara?"

"Okay." He put down his hand, and the kaleidoscope that appeared at some point in his eyes swept past me lightly and landed on the open door behind me, "I see."

No, what do you know?

When I was swept by those eyes, my body trembled involuntarily, and the sight was quickly moved away. I didn't realize it, and I was even more confused, and I let out the voice of ababa: "ah?"

"Come with me," Mr. Madara turned around first, and naturally pointed to a house not far away in the gesture of the host, "Aren't you hungry? I'll take you to eat."

"——?" I came back to my senses: "No, that sentence is not understood that way, listen to me, it is just a basic greeting, expressing the speaker's concern and closeness, implying the enjoyment of leisure and prosperity Of course, the above can be ignored, in fact, my intention is really just to say hello, just like 'good day', wait, wait, are you laughing again?"

"..."

"Don't think I won't be able to see it if you turn your head!" I glared and tried my best to argue, "I'm serious, I never deliberately made you happy because you seemed to be in a bad mood-I mean it! Believe me! I Not really at all—”

"Gulu." My stomach uncooperatively issued a strong warning that I need to eat, "Gululu——"

I stopped my steps slowly, turned my head away one by one, but at this moment, I didn't want to see this person's expression at all, so I choked up and said, "Yes, yes, I'm hungry..."

shameful.

The memory ends here, and as for the second half of the memory, it was completely shattered by me, washed away along the non-existent tears, without leaving a trace.

In short, in short, I don’t know what happened during the time when I fell asleep, the entire Uchiha clan has restored its superficial cleanliness, which includes not only the environment, but also the personnel.

The entire land is just me, Sasuke, and——Mr. Madara, who may not be called the main body.

I quickly glanced at Mr. Madara who was sitting quietly at the desk.

When the indoor light is dim, the faint blue light of this person's whole body becomes more obvious. The faint blue Chakra flows non-stop on the surface, chakra clone?

In order to better see the details of the flow, I opened Sharingan subconsciously, opened the veins, walked across the river, and followed the supporting skeleton until I touched the core spring.

It is vast knowledge, and it is also a dark abyss, but the origin is not here. The Chakra that supports the illusory manifestation of this reality is decaying at an abnormal speed. This—seems to be connected to my pupil power?

Before my eyes could bear it, I wisely cut off the supply of Sharingan, blinked my dry eyes vigorously, and the blurred vision refocused—meeting a pair of black eyes that looked back quietly.

"looking at what?"

"I'm looking at you." I resisted the urge to rub my eyes with my hands, and replied honestly: "...You seem to be going back?"

"For the time being, it would be better to close your eyes at this time," the owner of the eyes pointed out, "Your eyes have been injured and your pupil power has been exhausted, which has caused the connection channel to be unstable. Naturally, this chakra cannot last long. Let’s not be stupid for the time being, knowing to rely on the world that hinders the weak.”

His tone was calm, and he did not severely scold me for a series of operations, but pointed out several misunderstandings in my use of eyes one after another, and reminded me of the limits of use at this stage.

"These are the basics, the experience of the clan for children who have just opened their eyes, yes, and you too." Mr. Madara said, and glanced at Uchiha Sasuke, who was also listening to the class seriously, "I was a bit of a patriarch a few days ago. look."

With a sullen face, the boy swayed back a certain distance while maintaining his kneeling posture, and then bowed deeply.

I turned my head to look at this young man covered in injuries.

Listen to what Mr. Madara means, are all these things done by Sasuke?

——No, under the influence of Madara-san, Sasuke learned how to do it.

I made a fist with my right hand, tapped the palm of my left hand lightly, and made an epiphany: Right, after all, one is the reincarnation of Indra's Chakra, and the other is the reincarnation of Indra's Chakra reincarnation.On the bright side, Uchiha Sasuke is the only one left in the entire Uchiha clan, so of course he is the patriarch.

Ok……

I turned my head and thought: So, when I wake up, am I going to have a breakup meal?

"It's almost time to end this time." As if knowing what I was thinking, Mr. Madara changed the subject again, "As for my next visit, it depends on your recovery."

I raised my hand: "So you can't break through by force?"

Could it be that he came here directly for a special reason when he hit another Mr. Madara last time?

"Not necessarily. Forcing it only takes more chakra to open the channel. I can, but you can't now."

I obediently followed the question he left and asked: "Why?"

"The most serious one is the irreversible depletion of the pupil power until it is exhausted, and you will be blind." Mr. Madara wrote lightly, "It won't be so serious if you have wood escape cells, it's only half at most."

...That's terrible too, I can't understand it well after suffering from high myopia.

For the time being, I suppressed my eagerness to move, and bit by bit I overthrew the previously written plans for stepping on the line, gambling luck, and desperately.

But in this way, Konoha, who is restrained everywhere, will feel aggrieved after a while...

I fell into a tangle for a while, trying to decide what to choose, and sneaked a look at Mr. Madara's expression.

"What are you looking at?" Mr. Madara frowned at me when he was caught peeping, "You can do whatever you want, of course—"

Across the table, he leaned forward slightly and stretched out his hand.

Sensing the sign of the change in the atmosphere, I didn't dare to move. Sasuke, who had been in trouble together, decisively picked up the bowl and chopsticks and evacuated, running fast.

"flower."

The thick calloused hand touched my forehead, and at the same time, Uchiha Madara's unique cold chakra flowed back from the point of contact, and his figure gradually faded.

At this moment, the aura of the person sitting upright is like an unsheathed sharp blade, wrapped in wanton aggression, revealing the edge of a strong attack.

"If you don't care about your eyes, then I won't either. I'll come over then,"

Uchiha, who owns a black-red eternal kaleidoscope, cracked a maniacal smile through the faint blue that surrounded him, as if he meant something:

"It's not as simple as this time."