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

Mr. Hashirama was even busier.

It is specifically reflected in the fact that he no longer has the time to fish for me.

Without my parents checking my homework, I couldn't be happier, and spent several days wandering outside.

I love vacations!

On this day, I wandered happily on the increasingly bustling streets of Konoha.

However, there is always a strange feeling of deja vu in the subconscious.

It took me by surprise when I was playing.

It's true that every time I go shopping for pleasure, something happens.

No way ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, it's been so peaceful recently...

"Who is at the entrance of Konoha Village?"

"It's Madara-sama—"

"Why is he here?"

"What did you say, Madara-sama is finally back!"

I slowly stopped my happy little steps.

Oh, what did I say.

A woman's sixth sense can't go wrong.

Isn't this coming?

So, I should pick up Madarasa as someone who is looking for a beating.

I reluctantly looked at the half-chewed three-color ball in my hand.

It was finally snatched from the eyes of a group of fans!

Speaking of which, a lot of people have seen the Uchiha clan on the street recently.

conservative.uncomfortable.But it is indeed trying to integrate into Konoha.

And the whispering in the ear is not one-sided to attack Mr. Madara.

Is it the result of Mr. Tianzhujian's overtime work?

--That's great.

Well, the three-color meatballs are also delicious.

sweet.

It's so sweet.

My eyes gradually became tangled.

... Even Uchiha Madara would never want me to give up the three-color balls that I ate to my mouth!

Maybe tomorrow I won't be able to eat it.

Hahaha.

So, Uchiha Madara, who was standing carelessly at the door of Konoha, saw, not far away, among a group of black-haired and black-eyed Uchiha Uchiha fans...

Suddenly a thousand-handed cub emerged.

This person is also black-haired and black-eyed, with a low ponytail tied up slightly fried, with exquisite facial features, and holding several strings of three-color balls tightly in his hand as if protecting food. At first glance, he looks like a standard Uchiha.

The girl ran over like she was having fun.

...provided she doesn't move.

"Madaratha—"

...don't open your mouth either.

It seems that his physical skills have improved a lot, and he rushed to the front and stood firmly in a few steps.

Still pinching her balls.

"hey-hey"

...can't laugh yet.

Uchiha Madara couldn't help but twitched his forehead.

Forget it, except for this face.

Everything else is exactly the same as Senjujuma.

Madara Uchiha flicked his hands leisurely, planning to see what this smirking girl would say.

I measured the distance with my eyes, just in case I stretched out my hand and gestured for the direction, and sure enough, I plowed in a straight line.

After staying with Mr. Hashirama for a long time, I was completely brainwashed by "Mada La My Apocalypse", "Mada La..." and "Mada La" without knowing it.

The child has not been beaten for three days, and the child is skinny.

Mr. Madara was not wearing the casual kimono that night.

Wearing the same strong outfit as all Konoha ninjas, covered with red armor, carrying a large fan and sickle.

Exactly the same as when I left.

day.

in the sun.

Standing at Konoha's gate.

I stopped awkwardly in front of him.

Across a Konoha gate, behind them are various Konoha ninjas and ordinary people with curious and even joyful expressions.

There are even his clan members who have always been autistic in Uchiha clan uniforms mixed here.

The perfect one is only one Senshouzhujian away.

There is no way, Mr. Hashirama has no time to shout, so make do with it a little bit, let me take the top.

I hope this skin will not be beaten too badly in the future.

Thinking of this, I secretly put the hand holding the food behind my back.

For the wanderer who returned home late after two years away, he tried his best to show what he should most want to see, the smile of his best friend.

"Welcome back, Madara!"

A reasonable guess, my status in Mr. Madara's heart is not as low as I thought.

I am still alive and well, who speak boldly and dare to call my name in full view.

Not even a glare!

As in a dream.

Unbelievable!

As long as I ignore the goosebumps dancing wildly and the crisis awareness of the beeping alarm, I dare say that I am now the highlight of my life!

No, save yourself a little bit.

"Mr. Madara, are you hungry?" I raised my hand with a dry smile, "Eat!"

"Mr. Madara, are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?"

"...Mr. Madara, you don't slap people in the face QAQ"

Anyway, you will be beaten, it is better to be beaten after the skin is finished.

After meeting Uchiha Madara, my trouble-making genes are ready to move.

I followed the domineering Mr. Madara step by step and talked all the way.

Stopped in front of the Uchiha tribe.

Well, so many beautiful Uchihas!

Mr. Madara stopped in his tracks.Look at me.

"?"

Are you going?

Don't hit me today?

I couldn't help it, Pippi showed a regretful expression.

Uchiha Madara raised his eyebrows, showing a "satisfy you" expression.

With a half-smile, he grasped the round fan behind him.

I was shocked and slipped away.

Isn't it strange that I am bold and abnormal today, a little ignorant?

Of course, I did it on purpose.

Terrible.

I am standing on the back hill where I am sparring with Mr. Hashirama, and now I urgently need a breath of reassurance.

I silently knelt down and hugged my knees, covering up my trembling hands, buried my face, tears of fear kept falling.

It's too crazy, Qianshouhua.

Today I was frantically bouncing back and forth on this person's bottom line, and my sense of crisis was already exhausting.

With Uchiha Madara's violent temper, being so offended, if I don't fight today, I will have a hard time tomorrow.

I asked for it.

Unwilling, Mr. Hashirama has already made changes, Konoha is gradually getting better, Mr. Madara has also returned to Konoha, and it is only the last step.

——Do I have the qualifications now?

Early the next morning, Mr. Madara appeared at the gate of my house.

Carrying that big round fan.

Let out murderous aura.

Come as promised.

On both sides are Senju who is poking his head openly, and behind him is Uchiha who is pretending to be passing by.

Grandma Tsubaki, who was prepared by the typical Uchiha's murderous conditioned reflex, has already blocked in front of me.

Grandpa Fengzhong also came over with a knife.

Tensions.

I think the high-level Konoha will come later.

.........

No, all efforts cannot be wasted.

I carefully checked all the equipment.

Qianshou's exercise uniform was neatly dressed.

A head of fried hair, with a well-wrapped head.

The weapon, the naginata, has been maintained.

That's it.

I firmly and gently pushed away Grandma Chun who was standing in front of me.

Sorry to worry you again.

This is my battleground.

To be honest, being able to allow me to mess around, and even come as promised, is already one of the few indulgences Uchiha Madara has given me.

More will depend on this time to win.

Well, first of all.

Stabilize the situation.

The atmosphere was on the verge of a fight on both sides.

to say something.

I gritted my teeth and fought hard.

"Mr. Madara," I tried to make my tone full of intimacy, it's not difficult, imagine him as Mr. Hashirama...

Yes, it's a little difficult...

Mr. Hashirama has never let go of such murderous intent towards me.

Come on, Hua, you are no longer the powerless person you were back then, you can definitely do it.

It must be possible.

I looked straight into those dark, dark eyes.

"If I can still touch the corner of your clothes this time, can I have a compliment?"

Can't hear the voice of joy and anger: "What do you want?"

Really, unexpectedly, he answered the call cooperatively.

You really pampered me too much, Mr. Madara.

I hesitate.

——You can be a little more proud, Qianshouhua.

You said it yourself.

"If I can touch the corner of your clothes this time," my voice trembled, "Mr. Madara, can I... touch your Susanoo?"

I said it.

"Very good! Thousand-handed flower!"

Uchiha Madara's aura stagnated suddenly, and then, even more terrifying, strong murderous aura and fighting intent overflowed without concealment.

He laughed out loud, and suddenly drew the scythe from behind.

The man is excited.

"Okay! Then try it!"