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

What did Mr. Madara mean by that sentence?

I held my forehead that was touched, and fell into deep thinking.

Just because of the obvious pre-hunting posture and undisguised aggressiveness, is it a threat?Absolutely?

There should be no other meaning, no special deep meaning, and no meaning that I can't understand, right?

——But the problem is, I really don't understand that last look!

I hugged my head in pain and wailed silently: Ah———

The last look that I commented on in this way was that one!The one of Mr. Purgatory! !

No way no way no way, isn't my illusion patch thick enough?Otherwise I'll--

"Do you still want to eat?"

Sasuke, who slipped away, poked out half of his head from behind the door, with a serious expression: "Rice."

rice.

The unsatisfied stomach responded with the urge to be fed, and I immediately emptied the messy thoughts occupying my brain with one click, sat upright, and actively handed out the rice bowl in my hand:

"Yes, please fill up."

"Oh."

The prickly head shrank back, and after a while, a bucket of rice was served.

"Wow." I looked at the wooden barrel in amazement, and offered the empty bowl to Sasuke who was stepping on the small bench in awe: "So you cooked the rice."

"It's just cooking, what's there to praise," Sasuke Uchiha added another spoonful of rice as if nothing had happened, and patted Yan Shi vigorously, "Here."

"Thank you!" I gratefully picked up the rice bowl and grilled the rice, "—delicious!"

"...Don't talk loudly when you eat." I haven't seen anyone who can eat such delicious rice, Uchiha Sasuke sat down a little uncomfortable, and gave himself an extra meal.

It is the young man who has grown up, and the daily training volume has increased, so he has to add more calories on the original basis. In the past, desserts were replaced by self-reliance. Now, white rice is the only choice.

So why would someone be so happy eating white rice?

He had never seen such a Uchiha before!

"good to eat!"

The young boy named Sasuke rubbed his ears, obviously he should feel noisy, but he couldn't help lowering his head, and suddenly stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, covering the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

"good to eat--!"

"Wait, you don't have to..."

"Oh! Buy! Take!"

"Hey, are you going to eat a portion and say something, stop shouting..."

"Yes, that's right, I can call thirteen delicious meals," I wiped my mouth confidently, "I can also add twelve servings of rice at once, the kind of twelve servings that is one more than eleven servings."

Uchiha Sasuke, who had stopped grilling rice, looked sideways: "Why must it be emphasized eleven times?"

Because the extra portion is a bento taken from others.

I grinned and thumbed: "That doesn't matter."

Meeting my shining eyes, he was silent for a while, and cautiously put on the highest standard of honorifics: "You are amazing—on every level."

"Yeah." Satisfied with the praise I wanted, I pressed down on the boy who was trying to get up again: "You sit down and let me do it."

"?"

"As a reward for eating, leave the dishes to me. By the way, for the future meals, I will go to investigate what tableware and ingredients are in the kitchen... But let me tell you, my ability can only make food that is not poisonous to death." That's all?"

"Who cares about this?" The young man who was held in place silently resisted twice, but I smiled and resolved them all. I was forced to reach a consensus on this, and the young man who started to be awkward turned his head away, not letting me look at him. Expression: "It doesn't matter, the big deal is a simple meal."

"Then I'll go and have a look first, let's talk about our respective tastes later, so we can form a partnership after it's convenient," I agreed, and in the middle of getting up, I suddenly asked, "Oh, by the way, who changed my clothes?"

"—?"

The topic changed too quickly, and the person's expression was blank for a moment, "Ah? Please ask the medical ninja to change it. Some injured people in the clan will also need this. I have seen similar forms before, just borrowed from it.”

"That's it, um, it's surprisingly reasonable." I was relieved after the question was answered, and said lightly, "Thank you for your reliable Sasuke-kun."

"You don't need to thank me so much." The young boy who was thanked by me was a little unhappy, and muttered in a low voice, "You didn't say it yourself——you are also an Uchiha."

"It's the only second Uchiha who will support each other with Sasuke-kun next," I corrected with a smile, feeling better, "I'm glad you can agree with this, if that's the case, then I'll say it in advance—"

"Eh?"

"Originally, we planned to wash the dishes before talking, but now the atmosphere is just right, and it's not too bad. Listen up, Sasuke-kun."

I quickly scanned left and right, first put the bowls and chopsticks in my hand back on the table, and then lifted the table that hindered my performance...

"Hey."

——put it aside, and then I stepped on the stool very smoothly, cleared my throat, and said:

"My name is Hana, and I have a surname. It is not convenient to disclose it for the time being. As you can see, I am a quarter of Uchiha. I like to eat sweet soy milk and salty tofu nao. I can accept both sweet and salty rice dumplings—don't use it for now. In short, you know that I eat a mixture of sweet and salty, and don’t choose what can stutter under special circumstances. I have a good appetite, sleep with my eyes closed, and I can feed myself well. Sometimes IQ and EQ It’s relatively short, so you’d better tell me if you have something to say, or I won’t understand—please, this is really important!”

Sasuke Uchiha's eyes widened, and subconsciously replied in the same way: "I am Sasuke Uchiha—I don't particularly like food for the time being, I like to practice, and..."

He suddenly couldn't go on.

I took the words thoughtfully: "Well, are there any taboos in terms of food?"

"...Sweets, shall we?"

I blinked and repeated: "Doesn't Sasuke-kun like sweets?"

"Well, I don't like it." He raised his face, looked at me who was stepping on the stool, and repeated, "Anyway, I don't like it now."

And originally, it wasn't him who liked sweets more.

—It’s that man.

—It’s a ferret.

"Okay," I clapped my hands after digging out the encyclopedia I read a long time ago from my memory, and ended the topic that had begun to drift: "I remember it all, and you are welcome to add it at any time later."

I am so confident that there will be a future and there will be changes.

"..." Then he stopped talking again.

Damn it, if I have money in the future, I will definitely buy a younger brother who talks too much!

"Taste will change when you grow up." I didn't rush to break the defense of the boy's subconscious, I quickly adjusted my mood, and turned to pile up the bowls and chopsticks and put them aside vigorously, taking brisk steps go outside.

When passing by the frowning young man who was still thinking about something, I freed one hand and patted him on the shoulder casually: "Okay, it's just a change of preference, nothing to worry about."

Instinctively wanting to dodge, but failed to dodge, the young man's expression changed rarely, vividly, staring at a pair of hook jade who didn't know when he ran out, looking at my slowly withdrawing arms.

Taking advantage of his age, the young man's expression at this time is so easy to guess: when did he make the move, why did Sharingan not find the trajectory of the move, and why he couldn't dodge it?

"Are you wondering about this?" I keenly caught a trace of his well-hidden frustration, and I couldn't help giving a thumbs up proudly: "I forgot to mention it just now, and now I will add a self-introduction-I, Huahua's physical skills But since I was a child, I have learned from the strongest ninja world, and now I go up to the ceiling of the ninja world, down to the little fox at the entrance of the village, and everyone who has been beaten agrees~"

Well, my physical age was indeed 12 years old when I was learning gymnastics.

"..." Uchiha Sasuke still refused to answer, but this time he quietly puffed up his cheeks on both sides.

"Oh, okay, I don't want to eat it now if I don't like it." I was almost so cute, and I immediately responded with a cuter smile: "There are so many delicious things in the world, and I will definitely like them more in the future." I hate a lot, and the accumulated happiness will be more sad than the current one, huh? Don’t you believe it? If you don’t believe it, forget it, don’t try to lie to me to cook for you every day, there’s no way, we’ll be alone for a day!”

"In short, we have reached a consensus in this way, please give me more advice, Sasuke-kun." I left the last sentence happily, and walked out at a faster pace, holding the bowl and chopsticks.

If you don't leave your job, it will be cold, and it will be difficult to wash it and you will have to boil hot water. Hey, so, let's take the opportunity to let the only person present who knows how to escape fire blow up... It seems that it is not impossible?

I hesitated and slowed down the frequency of my steps.

Sasuke Uchiha, who stayed in place, was reviewing and digesting what the two had said since they first met at an astonishing speed.

In fact, there is no need to be too suspicious, because everything she thinks is written on her face.

This seven-year-old little ninja looked at the brisk back of a girl who was obviously much older than himself, but whose emotions were so simple that one could see through it at a glance. He couldn't help but think of the warning eyes of another man who exuded an unfathomable aura when they first met. .

--Humph.

A certain Chakra reincarnation, juvenile body, ignorance, Uchiha, who was aroused to revolt, snorted unhappily, but accidentally touched the wound on his face, and hissed in pain.

In the next second, he called to the person who was about to turn at the door: "Wait."

He was not surprised to see the man's stopped figure, and the completely confused expression when he looked back.

"Hey?"

"Don't just leave after finishing talking, I haven't replied yet."

Uchiha Sasuke put one hand in his pocket, and raised his chin coolly. When the expression of the person on the opposite side became more and more confused, and even started to guess wildly, he finally said: "Please point more..."

But at this moment, he suddenly caught a certain chakra fluctuation that did not belong to the two people present.

Sasuke Uchiha, who seemed to have discovered something, froze his hands in his trouser pockets, and glanced again in disbelief.

In the end, afraid of making a mistake, he stared at Yigou Yuzai, who was not very proficient in mastering it, and analyzed it carefully for a while.

This chakra is definitely the man who beat him to death these days with a bad temper and a bad temper. He didn't even reveal his name, and only knew him as "Mr. Madara".

——Sure enough, you won’t leave so simply.

This is Uchiha... No, no, Uchiha should never compromise and never back down.

Uchiha Sasuke found that he had a natural understanding, but he couldn't tell what he had realized.

Where have you heard this sentence before?

He was in a daze for a long time, so long that the man who was standing at the door with a troubled face had completely given up washing the dishes, turned around and walked towards him, and waved tentatively:

"Sasuke-kun?"

The soft, peaceful female voice seems to be calling a child who has just taken a nap and stepped into a nightmare.

...Ah, yes.

He thought of when he was younger, when he was pleasantly surprised by the nightmare of his nap, his father would occasionally have a relaxed smile on his face, and his mother's arms and hands gently patted his back, and he was half asleep when he fell asleep again. Half awake, the warm wind blows through his hair, drying his tears, his parents are afraid of disturbing him who is sleepy, so they lower their whispers:

[...Uchiha...desire...never compromise, never back down! 】

——Never retreat!

"You," Uchiha Sasuke grabbed the hand that was waving in front of his eyes, and his voice changed a bit: "Do you also know?"

"Oh," the person who was caught was startled, but he relaxed his strength and bent down cooperatively, "What's the matter, don't worry, what do you want to ask and speak slowly?"

What to ask?

Why can the father and mother who can say such words and be so resolute still retreat?Why did they back off?For whom?

Uchiha Sasuke, who grew up overnight at the age of seven, blinked hard, but still couldn't blink the mist that filled the air.

Why has no one discussed it with him? Before everything happened, there must have been omens, right?Whether it's father or mother...the man he hates, why doesn't anyone come——

"I thought you would realize it later," the gripping hand trembled and tightened, and the joint was pulled to a pale color, but the person being dragged showed a helpless smile: "Actually, you can do whatever you want." sex for a while."

"Don't worry, we still have time, a long, long time to figure out everything, and there is still time for everything."

Uchiha's orphan felt that he was patted on the shoulder, and the elder's voice was comforting and determined, as if everything could be saved: "Don't worry, Sasuke."

It is obviously a slender body, but the hand on the shoulder is thick and firm, like a mountain, and the power it carries is the heart of the sun, which is completely different from Uchiha. The vigorous and vigorous vitality is continuously transmitted from the contact surface. Together with Chu Yi's eyes, those red eyes burned bright red.

This is a Uchiha, but not a complete Uchiha.

She is always determined and always moving forward.

Konoha's last Uchiha thought this way, and seemed to understand why the man named "Madara" did this.

For any Uchiha, or, for any ninja under the cold rules, she is an existence that cannot be rejected.

But she is the only remaining clansman of mine, the clansman who backed me out of the blood moon that exterminated the clan, the senior who shielded the ignorant junior from maliciousness, has a quarter of the same blood, clan sister.

At this moment, Uchiha Sasuke felt that the cloth that had been covered in front of his eyes since he could remember was blown away.

At this moment, he knew very well what he was going to do next.

However, before that—

"Sister... no, Hana," Sasuke Uchiha's attitude changed sharply at this moment, and he once again held the hand of the elder sister who was as slow as the moon. This time, he controlled his strength very well, halfway He completely ignored a warning that only he could perceive, and even returned a provocative smile unceremoniously.

"Hey, did you just say something extraordinary?"

"That's not important, anyway—"

Uchiha, seven years old, low EQ, but at least taller than a certain Hana present Sasuke loudly forced: "Quick! Escape! Ah!!"

"--Why?!!"