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

Originally, I planned to finish drawing the summoning array and draw the psychic array, but after the turmoil that I didn't want to know about, I always felt that the next summoning would be more intense... Well, it's not suitable to use a knife during the Chinese New Year Guns, fists, so after much deliberation, I ended up crossing this plan off my to-do list.

——I will not send the invitation letter, you all come according to your ability!Anyway, I'm on vacation recently, it's best if you can come in batches~

Just treat it as a New Year greeting in disguise—sounds like a good idea?

So with this in mind, two teenagers, one person, one knife, quietly spent my "estimated" New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, the first day of the first month, and the second day of the first month, experiencing all the customs in my memory, Although in a foreign land, it has been a year with more flavor than previous years.

...Ignore the fact that on the zeroth day and night, I wanted to make a big dish, but accidentally almost burned the kitchen, and was kicked out of the kitchen by the berserk Naruto. I wanted to set off fireworks, but accidentally there was too much gunpowder, and the ninja rescued him with water At the scene, I thought of giving red envelopes as lucky money, but found that I was still being raised by two children with empty pockets. In the end, I was super embarrassed and could only perform a live performance.

"I'm sorry, I haven't celebrated the New Year for a long time, and I'm a bit rusty," I shyly opened my closed hands, and the green vines protruding from my palms trembled, tremblingly blooming small red flowers that are not in season, "Hope Don't be disgusted."

"Wow, Senior Huahua's Huahua—" This is Naruto who is very supportive of everything.

"Flower..." This is the esoteric sect who has recently begun to contact Uchiha, and it happened to see Sasuke, whose family was entangled with the deadly enemy during the Warring States Period.

I blinked, looked at the flower with chakra fluctuations that appeared out of nowhere in my hand, and looked at Sasuke who seemed to have discovered something, tilted my head, and showed an innocent smile.

——Glared at him angrily, and then passed away without asking any questions.

hehe~

My brother is so cute!

On the first day, the first day of the Lunar New Year, I started family team building with two teenagers.

Because Sasuke seems a little strange these days, getting along more clingy, not to mention, he always looks at me from time to time with hesitant to speak and with a vague hatred of iron and steel, which leads to him always being passed by the rock who passed by precisely. Rong grabbed one to fight two—referring to Fu Sangshen single-handedly challenging Naruto and Sasuke. Whenever the three male creatures fight at this time, the fight is so hot that I feel itchy as I watch from the sidelines—then Versus training tends to end with me joining the fray and turning it into a melee.

So this family team building also ended with the training ground being dismantled to pieces.

The little ninja brother who was stationed some distance away was no stranger to it. He was completely without the bravery of the night before facing the billowing smoke and falling from the sky surrounded by water escape. His whole body was full of numbness after excessive stress.

Naruto is a lot more cheerful, and I can hear his energetic voice every day. Rather, he is too cheerful and studious, so that I began to worry that Yan Rong would lead him astray.

"Uzumaki Naruto, stop! Put down the long bamboo pole in your hand, it's a clothes rack, it's not a meal replacement for imitating a naginata, and spit out the small stones in your mouth, even if you secretly grind your teeth, you won't turn into a shark Teeth... Don't learn from Yan Rong to wear Huahua Zizi - even laughing! Your throat will be broken!"

Once again, I caught the little fox who was secretly learning to walk behind Fu Sangshen. I jumped up angrily and tried to hit the head of the culprit—damn it, I still couldn’t hit it!

The orange-haired Fu Sangshen bent down and lowered his head cooperatively, and sent his head to my hand precisely, with an innocent face: "My lord."

"You," I took a deep breath, and in the next second, I kicked his knee, "You actually pretended to be innocent, and you are the one with the most problems. Give me a good reflection!"

"Then, is my lord going to settle accounts with me?" Fu Sangshen didn't move at all, but leaned forward with his entire upper body, "For example..."

"I don't even think about it at all!" I blocked his face and pushed up hard, "I was exhausted in two days of Chinese New Year, and a qualified bust should take care of my worries—go and put two Those who are slack are caught back and hands together, go and go."

After dismissing Fu Sangshen, who was also weird and made my back hairy, I was finally relieved and swayed back to the yard, went to the rocking chair, and closed my eyes peacefully.

Ah, life—

On the third day, the vacation of the two teenagers was over.

That's right, no matter how addicted we are, we also know that ninjas don't celebrate the Spring Festival, and the elementary school students who have been crazy with me for two days are going to school.

The bento that morning was prepared by me the day before, so that I could stay in bed this morning without getting up early.Naruto, who lived here for the past two consecutive days, jumped up early and hurried up and down, and soon there was a friendly exchange of two teenagers pinging and bangling.

I yawned, shrank my head into the warm quilt, automatically blocked the noise, and went back to sleep in a daze.

Yes, it's just an experience for them, but for me, the years go on.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, it is advisable to sleep late.

Just when I thought this year was going to slip away gradually and plainly, on the fourth day, the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the day of receiving the gods, a visitor came to my door.

"Haha, cough, master—?" Seeing the face of the person standing at the door against the light, my sleepiness disappeared immediately, "Why did you come without a trace of movement?"

Having said that, I poked my head out unbelievingly, trying to find the traces left by the Buddha on the top who broke open the space.

"Do you think that I was willing to break down the door violently a few times before, but I was tricked by you," the frizzy head was knocked, "——I came here this time through a formal way."

"Oh? Oh," I half understood, and then my brain turned sharply, "Wait, so are you the first Kamisama I received this year!"

As the body of a fairy, because he was at the peak of his physical strength, Qianshou Zhujian, who was sent to explore this passage, was taken aback by what he said. He asked eagerly, "This statement is really interesting. Is it a custom on your side?"

"Yeah," I was immersed in the trance of "the first person I received on the day of receiving the gods turned out to be the god of the ninja world, I'm so good", "it's just like this, like that..."

"Hmm, um, so that's how it is. It's a very rich culture." Mr. Hashirama's eyes lit up, and he said with emotion, "Your world is really rich."

"That's right! You are welcome to my house next year, and it will be even richer..." I raised my head proudly, and felt a little regretful as I spoke: "...Speaking of which, you came so late, we are the most interesting It's all over."

"Because I want to make sure everything is safe," Hashirama-san smiled kindly and rubbed my head, "It's a lot more stable, have you accepted an apprentice?"

"No," I shook my head and said honestly, "I don't think I've reached the stage where I can be a master or apprentice. I'm just leading the juniors to do basic training."

I gestured and pulled him into the door, thought of something, and looked outside again, but I didn't find any traces of the ninjas guarding outside.

"Huh?" I scratched my head and put aside my perception again.

"Are you looking for those squatting ninjas?" Mr. Hashirama who had already entered the room smiled brightly, "I will solve it when I come over!"

"...Master, if you are knocked out, you will be knocked out," I turned my head indifferently, and blamed him dryly, "Please don't use such misleading words on purpose."

"Hahahaha, it's not a big problem." This person didn't repent at all, but instead laughed, "These Konoha jounin's vigilance and skills are still far behind, so I just threw them outside. Take it as a lesson, but whoever comes is an enemy is not as merciful as me."

Having said that, his expression remained unchanged: "The Hokage at this time is a monkey?"

"Yes, it's the third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen." I stretched out my hand to pull him, and sighed, "Don't speak in such a terrible tone suddenly, I thought you probably already knew the general process of the world where the moon was shot before. ?”

"Seeing with your own eyes is different from hearing about it," he said, looking down at me. "Is it scary?"

"Well, to be honest, to me, it's more handsome than scary."

Powerful and awe-inspiring, with the power of the storm, it makes people yearn for it.I thought about it, and then seriously added, "After all, you look like you can go up to the sky and blow up the moon again at any time, I want to raise my arms and shout 'fight, fight'."

"Don't think about it, just give up." Mr. Hashirama lost his aura, and returned to his usual carefree appearance, "Until your eyes are completely healed, don't even think about the moon or anything."

"Cut," I muttered as I was caught secretly trying, "Well, if you don't hit me, don't hit me."

I thought I could blow up individual fireworks...

I quickly calmed down my disappointment, and took Mr. Hashima, who had performed a transformation technique, to visit Konoha.

"Oh—you did a good job." Along the way, Mr. Hashirama's expression gradually softened. I glanced at him quietly and read out his plan under the smiling expression: death penalty can be avoided, living penalty... it depends on the situation. .

Then, we wandered to the best place where we can see Huoying Rock.

"One, two, three, four, four big heads, Konoha has grown to four generations... Am I that ugly?" Mr. Hashirama, who raised his eyes, complained dissatisfiedly, "Hey, let me see Higama—"

Mr. Hashirama's curious words were suddenly silenced, there was a very abrupt pause in his walking steps, his breath stopped, and he exhaled slowly, sighing: "Wow——"

I suddenly felt something was wrong, so I suppressed the uneasiness in my heart and followed that line of sight.

The second one from the left, on the portrait of a second-generation cast member wearing a mask, some colorful and unknown color blocks are scattered unevenly on the stubborn hair, and the serious face at first glance Among them, I don't know whether it is a coincidence or an accident, the lips are upward, the nose is downward, and the eyes are most downward.

"...Ah this."

My eyes went dark: Why has the paint not been wiped off after so many days!

Naruto, what are you doing, Naruto——

"Hahaha, Tomama looks uglier than me!" Mr. Hashirama here is still making a decent comment: "The children nowadays are so lively hahahaha——"

"Yes, yes, really lively." I stammered, and decided in my heart that I would never tell the truth even if I was beaten to death.

no way!

So we finished visiting Konoha calmly.

Although the dark tide is surging, Konoha is still peaceful on the bright side, and most of the children can smile carefree.

After this incident, Mr. Hashirama's mood seems to have been effectively appeased, at least he will not show that he will hit Hokage Studio every minute, and then there will be a strange headline of "Shocked, a certain ancestor who was so angry that he was alive beat a seventy-year-old man in the street" up.

You asked Yanrong where did you go?

——Of course I sent them out to have a friendly exchange with the tails who have been with me for a long time!

Hmph, there has always been a steady stream of people who started to test, and they have been divided into several factions, including those from Konoha and those from other countries. If I hadn’t cared about Sasuke, I would have turned my back on it a long time ago. When Yan Rong came, he just went over to beat, cough, cough, I mean, say hello.

Coincidentally, Fu Sangshen seemed to be holding his breath for the past two days. Hearing that he could fight, ah no, he heard that he could have friendly exchanges, so he took the main body and went out excitedly.

As expected of me who understands people's hearts!

"Understanding people's hearts, um..." After walking around and returning to the original place, Mr. Hashirama, who followed me through the door and entered the room after listening to me tell the story, had a delicate expression, and pondered again: "Mmm..."

I turned back angrily: "Are you talking bad about me in your heart?"

"How could it be?" Mr. Hashirama was shocked: "I always say bad things about people in person!"

I choked, and found that it was really like this: "Yes, you always have something to say..."

"You can also say that," Mr. Hashirama clasped his chest proudly. "The most important thing is that no one can beat me even if I say so."

"So that's it," I suddenly realized: "I learned it!"

"Hmph, little Huahua, you still have a lot to learn." Mr. Hashirama rubbed his hands, then suddenly lowered his head quietly, and leaned closer, "By the way, Huahua, I want to ask you something."

"Well, you ask?" I said, picking up the ripe tomatoes in the yard, rubbing them, and putting them in the fruit basket, "What's so mysterious."

The last time he had this attitude was when he wanted to find me a sparring partner, but I was the first to trap Mr. Madara into the pit of being beaten.

"That's right, I heard that a kid has taken a fancy to you?" He winked, "Huh?"