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

My brain completely shut down.

who?What beacon?Who is the beacon of who?

On the other side, the stupid brother who dropped the abyss bomb is still eating the fruit slowly, not at all anxious to steal the big chicken and run away.

"This little tomato is so sweet," someone from Zhu said, "Huahua's vegetable growing skills are the best!"

——Why do you still have an expression of "I'm just watching the fun and this melon is delicious" at this time!

Beacon, what is Beacon?

Straightforward literal meaning: the sign of the road; at a deeper level: the corrector of the path of life, the eternal lighthouse on the sea covered in mist, the morning star in the dark, the anchor point that will never drift, more important than everything else, Above all, it is the beacon.

"What are you panicking?" Mr. Hashirama, who understood my NC eyes, stroked my blown hair. When he went all the way to the dark and pulled it back, could he have thought of today's result?"

"No, I don't know!" My tone was extremely sad and indignant, "How do I know what Uchiha thinks? In terms of brain circuits, I grew up after you!"

Whether it's stealing a big chicken, or apocalypse, or how to deal with fetters, I have learned from you!

I didn't do anything out of the ordinary!Think, uh... this skip!

Although, although I also admit... No!I don't admit it!

It was wrong no matter what I thought, and nothing was right anywhere. The development of the matter completely exceeded the boundary I drew at the beginning, and now it has completely collapsed. Seeing that cognition began to tentatively penetrate into the unknown field, I stood up "噗", Start to circle around the God of Ninja World sitting on the ground.

"..." Facing the bewildered little girl, Senshou Zhuma rarely looked away guiltily.

In fact, he also felt that there was no problem at the beginning, and even once thought, "As expected of me who taught me hahaha" and was very proud of it. .

After this reflection, a rough guy whose whole family is male realized that some things, if done by different people, will have different effects...

Cough, thinking about it this way, in fact, Huahua also has problems, such as the slow dodge that is always full of points, and the straight ball that is accurate enough to poke people. The inherent personality and all the things that have been going on before, everything can be traced... But the thing happened under the nose, and as an elder, I really didn't notice it in the first place.

The culprit reflected on himself painfully, and when he wanted to stop it, he realized that it was already too late.

Is it the one who has been suppressing his nature all the time, keeping everything under the surface, and actually erupting just a spark away?Or tear down the ensnarement net that has been laid down, and who has already started to eat away with a calm expression?

Senshou Zhujian's head grew bigger.

"Huahua," he decided to make a final warning, "are you beautifying us too much?"

They were already circling around him in a hurry, and the person who didn't forget to pick up the small tomatoes on the ground and put them in the basket made a dazed voice: "Huh?"

I watched the smile on Mr. Hashirama's face gradually subside, and turned into seriousness when he was talking about business, "The profession of ninja was built on coldness and blood from the beginning. During the time when Senju and Uchiha were sworn enemies, In order to compete for more tasks and resources, the children of both clans rarely survive to adulthood, and it is common for them to be besieged by a group of adult ninjas. My younger brother, Madara’s younger brother, was killed on the battlefield. Benevolence, morality, Even human nature can be discarded, just as a tool to complete the task, this is the ninja.”

My expression was fixed on puzzlement from the very beginning, and I patiently listened to Mr. Hashirama's explanation before I said, "But Mr. Hashirama, I know everything you said, right?"

"You—you know?" His expression became more obscure, "Tell me, what do you know?"

"Yes, I know all about it."

Having said that, I am even more puzzled. Is it possible that the "Naruto" that Mr. Tokaima brought back has not spread yet?And it's very strange, why Mr. Hashirama would mention this kind of thing to me at this time, he should not be a person who will expose the past.

Or is it that the reason that allowed him to do this has already overwhelmed his persistence?

With that in mind, I can't answer lightly.

Realizing that this conversation would involve a side I hadn't touched before, I stopped circling, dragged over the overturned ponytail, straightened myself up, and sat down.

After everything was ready, I looked up at Mr. Hashirama who had been quietly waiting for me to speak.

"What kind of existence is a ninja, Senju, Uchiha, you, Toma-san, Madara-san, what kind of person you are, and what you have experienced in the past-I know these from the beginning." I don't know. Embarrassed, he moved, "Because these have been written in the records, and I am the one - you can ask Mr. Tokaima about this later, he may not have found a suitable opportunity to tell you."

It is precisely because you know that this world is terrible, and the insensitive people in this world are also terrible, you group of pioneers who want to make a way for this world from the quagmire, will be dazzling like never before.

"I grew up in a peaceful and prosperous age, but that doesn't mean I haven't seen war and darkness, right?" As I spoke, I felt a little depressed.

Who doesn't have a dirty past?

The past was written, but the present is not, and the future will not be.

"Mr. Hashirama, I know the dark, bloody, inhumane and unjust past, but—but so what? The you I have known since the beginning are the you you are now."

I hugged my knees and asked this ninja god who changed everything:

"I know you now, and I want to get along with you in the future. Why do you have to tell me about the past?"

——Why talk about the past?

Facing those sincere, trusting, and frank eyes, Senju Bashira moved his fingers, and finally stretched out his hand to cover her eyes.

"...Be obedient, close your eyes first."

If you don't hide these eyes for a while, someone should rush out directly.

"?" After losing my temper, I was overwhelmed by this thoughtless person, and I let out my momentum, with question marks all over my head, "Huh?"

"You... make it impossible for me to refute at all, and you don't even have a reason to stop it—but you probably haven't realized what you mean," Mr. Hashirama's voice was full of helplessness, "in the future...forget it Now, you just need to remember that I am your master and will always be by your side, that's all."

"Yes?" In fact, I probably guessed something and replied seriously: "Thank you, Master Hashirama."

"Okay, don't think about anything now," the palm covering the face moved away, "open your eyes."

So I opened my eyes again, and what I saw was Mr. Hashirama who had returned to his usual appearance, as if the appearance when we talked just now was an illusion.

"Little tomato, do you want to eat it?" The God of Ninja World who had been eating since the beginning, his cheeks puffed up, handed out a handful with a spirit of sharing.

I silently saw that the little tomato I was going to give to Sasuke was almost swallowed into this person's stomach, I closed my eyes, opened them, and said viciously: "Eat!"

Anyway, when Sasuke came back, he was not at me!

"By the way," I picked up a red fruit and was about to put it in my mouth, when I suddenly thought of something, and said cautiously, "You probably don't have anything to say, right? Really, don't you?"

I have something to say, I don't want to be shocked again.

"Hmm... um..." The Little Tomato Destroyer who I was becoming more and more vigilant murmured and clapped his hands: "Oh, there really are!"

"Wait," I was so frightened that I didn't add any honorifics, I stuffed one into my mouth in two gulps, chewed it quickly, and swallowed it, "Okay, tell me."

I have to say that my little tomatoes are really good, and the juice is sweet, which soothed my frightened heart very well.

Then I heard the man lower his voice again, approaching mysteriously.

...No, come again?

"Hua Hua, since Madara's side, you pretty much know it, although I know that what you know is not what I know," said a bunch of words intended to make people dizzy, and I was still struggling to understand this while my mother tongue is not Japanese. When they were talking about each other, Senshou · Chigua · Zhujian showed a very simple and honest smile, and said, "Then I can ask—"

The strings in my heart were completely tense here, and the alarm rang through my mind. I realized that something was wrong, and I decisively opened my mouth, wanting to interrupt: "Wait,"

"——how do you look at Tobima?"

"——!!!"

I stood up suddenly, grabbed the fruit basket next to him and slapped it on his head, ignored the man's exaggerated yelling, turned around decisively, slammed open the door, and ran out without looking back.

While running, he said loudly:

"I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that my younger brother and juniors are leaving school. I, I, I, I, I will pick them up. I will go ahead and say goodbye!"

As long as I run fast enough, I don't hear a thing!

— heard nothing!

No! ! !

……

"Oh," Qianshou Zhujian said dryly, watching the person burn his ass and disappear around the corner, struggled out of a head of tomato juice, "It's too much fun."

"Really, it's clearly intentional." Another voice suddenly appeared in the air, and then, the space twisted, and one hand held the rune, tearing the gap from the folds.

Being stabbed lightly by the visitor, a crack appeared in Senshou Zhujian's smiling expression,

Although I was usually scolded by this person a lot, now this is just a trivial matter, but can I not expose it so directly?

Who is he doing this for!

Oh yes, for Huahua.

Married people who think they have seen through everything feel very sad about this war that has set off gunpowder smoke, and after doing the reminder of what to do, they happily picked up the melon in their hands.

——Anyway, it’s good that Huahua doesn’t suffer.

Senjujuma thought very frankly.

"That's not important. It's you. Why did you come here in such a hurry? Doesn't it mean that the space channel is not completely stable, and there will be side effects if you come here rashly?"

"No one can stand still after hearing those words."

The crack was further enlarged, and then one foot stepped out, and the person who spoke showed his full face. The person who came came had white hair and red eyes, and folded his hands on his chest, "Brother."

"That's right," Qianshou Zhujian held back and held back, waited and waited, and couldn't hold back, and asked, "Just you?"

What about Madara?Did this person hold back?

"Last night's emergency report, there is rebellion and turmoil on the border of the Fire Nation. Several powerful families have gathered, and they have also received the support of several nobles."

Qianshou has always been meticulous in his actions. He raised his hand and unfolded a scroll, and said in a businesslike tone: "The patriarch Uchiha led a team of elite ninja to suppress it by force. According to the time calculation, the two sides may be launching an encounter battle ?”

"...Do you think I will believe it?"

"Brother, this is a battlefield." Between Thousand Hands, this conspirator and politician who has been hiding himself under a calm, self-sufficient, rational surface, but in fact left a great reputation in the history of Konoha in the future, made a good decision. Confidently put away the scroll in his hand, raised his eyes, and said with a pun: "On the battlefield, each depends on his own ability."

The urgent report is true, and the rebellion is also true, but this mission, which was supposed to be carried out by Konoha's first generation, was placed on the table of the Uchiha patriarch due to the absence of the person in charge.

"As you said, brother, we are ninjas."

Looking at the two out-of-season bunches of Lingxiao flowers, which were obviously carefully hung on the fence of the courtyard wall and blooming against the golden sun, he smiled.

"She has ideals and great love. She is an idealist who upholds romanticism. I am different."

A hand brushed over the trembling petals, and touched the crystal dewdrops condensed on it.

"I'm mean."