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

As soon as Uchiha Sasuke stepped out of the house after school, he saw the clan sister squatting at the door with a look of "it's over".

"Sasuke!" Seeing his appearance, her eyes lit up: "Sasuke—"

Frightened by the situation, the young man took half a step back: "What's wrong with you."

"I……"

Uchiha Sasuke swears that within this second, he saw the expression of the elder sister from panic, to half-belief, to self-doubt, to entanglement, anger, depression, and finally pursed her mouth a few times, and said sullenly: "It's nothing. "

You don't have that "nothing" look on your face.

Seeing that the person who has always been fearless, heartless, and cheerful showed a confused expression, Uchiha Sasuke made a guess in his heart, and guessed conservatively: "Is there someone at home?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw this person froze on the spot, and unconsciously took half of his small steps to escape.

——It seems that the problem lies here.

What did the visitor do to scare her like this?

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The young boy stood on tiptoe and patted the panic-stricken elder sister, "We'll drive him away when we get back, and if you're upset, call Naruto to beat him up together. "

"...No, even if you call everyone in the village, you can't beat him." I was a little dumbfounded, but my flustered mood eased a lot. "and……"

And how should I tell this young man who didn't hesitate to trust me without hesitation? In fact, it's not the person who has the problem, but myself.

Anyway, that guess is too outrageous, isn't it that I have been following the royal way and hot-blooded youth manga all this time?Hard-working interpersonal relationship. I have worked hard to learn from Mr. Hashirama, a great social master. No matter how good I am, I can't even copy my homework wrong.

"That's tricky." Sasuke also squatted down next to me, with a solemn expression: "Why don't you call your 'Mr. Madara'?"

"——No!" My scalp exploded, and my body leaned back sharply: "No, no, no——Wow!"

Bang!

I hit my head on the wall with my head tilted back, and I covered my bitten tongue with tears in my eyes, but unexpectedly calmed down: "The main problem is not here."

The movement slowed down a step, and Sasuke, who watched his head hit the wall, reluctantly handed over a handkerchief, and coaxed a child's tone: "What's the problem?"

After digging all over my body, I couldn't find a tissue to wipe the blood from the corner of my mouth, so I almost wanted to use my cuff to solve it casually: "...Thank you."

It's so delicate, compared to my life, it's so rough...cough.

I suddenly pulled back my divergent thinking, smiled embarrassedly, and after several interruptions, I completely lost the panic when I came here, and finally I was able to explain it well:

"It's my master who came here. He didn't have any malicious intentions, and occasionally he has a bit of a bad taste, but it's always for people close to him. It should be my own thoughts for a while."

As I was talking, I felt that it was very reasonable, and I was about to convince myself, "It is true that Master did not mention anything special, um..."

If I encounter the above developments in the real world, I will definitely think in another direction. The main reason is that the world of Naruto is too special. There are always many wonderful and pure emotions that override everything, and there are many that transcend the fetters of life and death... Well.

All in all, no matter what - don't think about things that are not completely qualitative,

Hmph, if you have the ability to hit a straight ball in front of me, otherwise I refuse to admit it.

After successfully completing the self-examination, I exhaled and nodded confidently: "Yes, that's it."

"...Huh?" The boy with a question mark on his head looked at me and wrinkled his face after completing a set of performances, but he gave up on asking, patted the ashes on my body, and pulled me out, "You think it's okay That's all right, is it still Chinese New Year today?"

This made me choke up.

Continue to celebrate the new year, and then call a bunch of people, can all kinds of developments that I didn't expect come to an end?

"No, I don't want to hear this word again in a short time," I said with tired eyes and resistance written all over my body, "Chinese New Year is a bad civilization."

"I'm not at home all day today," Sasuke still couldn't hold back, "What happened to you? There's a big difference in attitude before and after."

"Friendly greetings from relatives?" I scratched my head in distress: "The traditional Chinese New Year performance, but it would be a little scary to put it here."

The main reason is that Mr. Hashirama's circle of friends will be very magical once he gets involved with these things, whether it is Mr. Madara or Mr. Togama... No, stop.

"... Oh." Sasuke paused for a moment, as if he was lost in his own thoughts, just when I thought I had successfully passed this topic, he suddenly turned his head and stared at me without blinking.

I was seen furrowed behind my back: "What are you doing?"

"Sister," the boy raised his eyebrows high, "you wouldn't—"

"No! No! You're thinking wrong!" I closed my eyes three times, "Don't ask any more questions, skip the topic!"

If we continue talking, something big will happen!

Damn it, I clearly cast an illusion on myself, why do I think it's useless?

Fortunately, it was Mr. Hashirama who came - no, if it wasn't for Mr. Hashirama, it wouldn't have happened like this, so I still blame him!

This was the first time I experienced Mr. Hashirama's lethality, and I sincerely hope it will be the last.

Fortunately, the only person who came was Mr. Hashirama.

……A person.

I kept the posture of stepping forward, staring blankly at the white-haired ninja standing at the gate of the Uchiha clan without even covering it.

Between Thousand Hands.

The man who caught my gaze almost immediately looked back accurately, and then, across the length of a road, calmly nodded at me.

They looked at each other in a normal way, but for some reason, I trembled at this moment.

This distance is a bit far to be honest, but I can clearly see that in the red eyes that originally sealed the deep-sea glaciers, cracks appeared on the thick surface of the glaciers, revealing the hidden underneath—the life that is about to erupt. volcano.

- Something has changed.

……

I put my face in front of the mirror again.

Yes, I've realized that the previous illusion patch is about to expire.

...In fact, not only is it about to fail, it feels like a layer of window paper is not pierced!

I don’t know if it’s my psychological effect, but Mr. Tomona’s actions are not the slightest difference from usual, but why do I have a trembling feeling of being targeted—and I can conclude that it’s not a simple life-threatening warning .

Isn't this even more terrifying, especially since Mr. Hashirama reminded me not long ago.

I crumbled and hugged my head, and wailed the same as Sasuke not long ago: "How many are there? Damn it—is it really not an illusion, it is an illusion, isn't it, ah——"

If it doesn't work, at least let me finish the main task, right?The rope tree is still waiting for me to save my life.

Hold the ground for me, my illusion!

It's not that I don't know that some things that have been suppressed for a long time will be more terrifying than the current outbreak, but - at least I am safe now.

For the future, let Huahua worry about it, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge hahahahaha——

Then I picked up the big naginata Iwarong that came back from free activities, and aggressively challenged Mr. Hashirama.

What to do if the child has too many thoughts?Just be beaten up.

Besides, I've spent too much time obsessing over this kind of thing, which doesn't fit my style of drawing royal and hot-blooded girl manga-in short, I'm going to get down to business!

Resumption of work and production is a good civilization.

"Come on, Master, you're welcome," I swung my naginata ferociously, "One of us must fall down today!"

Let you see how much I have grown after going out for so long.

What responded to me was Mr. Hashirama's punch the size of a sandbag and the extremely reassuring muscle soreness.

Having successfully entered myself into the medical class, I let out a breath of satisfaction: Great, it’s a long-lost occasion where I don’t need to use my brain.

……

Facts have proved that if a person thinks wildly, he must be too idle, and he must either take a nap or get completely busy.

For example, Sasuke, who has a full schedule in my life, going to school during the day, exercising at night, and studying the files of the family when he finds time, has exhausted his physical strength and energy every day. It has been a long time since he woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night. The happiest thing every day Just sleep on the pillow.

And this plan is also what I confessed to Sasuke from the beginning, and he also agreed.

【"I'm not trying to stop you, Sasuke. You know that right now, you are too young, and your strength, character, and vision are not enough for you to do what you want to do. What you should do at this stage is, It’s about growing up with all your heart and soul.”

"I know."

"I will provide you with the opportunity to become stronger, you have to seize it, not only strength, but also study more, otherwise you won't know if you will be limped someday, alas, I really think you are too good You lied...don't stare, don't stare, let's talk about business, I'm arguing with you now, and the topic will be wrong later, cough."

"..."

"In exchange, I need you to share with me the record about Sharingan... After all, everything here is yours, and I won't let you suffer. Mr. Madara from my side will come here occasionally, heh heh , Mr. Madara's guidance is very rare—of course it hurts, it's not important."

"...If you don't object, I'll follow this up and carry it out? Once it's done, you won't be able to go back on your word. I'll get rid of any factors that would interfere with your growth. I'll explain it to you first—I I will definitely train you into a dead dog meticulously!"]

... Anyway, that's it.

I haven't forgotten the original intention of coming here in the first place - to learn how to master Sharingan.

Here, Sasuke has started to restore the tantra in the family, apart from the daily physical training, but whether it is me or Sasuke, the two interpretations of the text, or the ancient text, and the learning outline written in it-- If you are not particularly good at it, the progress of this job will inevitably be slower.

After a few days of painful reading, we had no choice but to give up overnight and start looking for daily notes left by the tribe. After such a search, we really found a few.

For example, the ones we are recovering now are the ones we pulled out from the place where the table was placed.Although the origin is a bit unreliable, the text at the beginning is not that esoteric, and at first glance, it seems to be the development record of Uchiha—or the oral version.

Sasuke and I, who have been tortured to the point of dementia by the old sayings, looked at each other and decided to restore this book first to adjust our mood.

On the other side, apart from entertaining Mr. Hashirama and Mr. Tomona on the first day, in the next few days, the two of them performed the transformation technique of an ordinary boy with a watermelon head and dangled around. Naruto, who was sent by the teacher to do cleaning work for Hokage Rock, and the two natural faculties hit it off, and completed a friendship that stunned me—using his real name.

No, master, if you don't even hide your name like this, what is the purpose of using the transformation technique?

"It's fun." The young Hashirama grinned while flipping through the manga of "Naruto" in his hands, "Isn't it interesting how long it took for my existence to be discovered by those people?"

So you don't intend to leave when you come, right?

I had a terrible headache, so I simply ignored the person who didn't want to go back, and turned to worry about the other one.

The other... I don't know if it's because of the natural discord or something, but Sasuke and Togama-san simply hate each other.

Mr. Tomama is probably not used to the Uchiha clan. Except for the first day he appeared, he was even more elusive than Mr. Hashirama. Occasionally, he appeared a few times, and he was also seen holding documents with the logos of ninja villages in various places. Then he threw us some weird gadgets—caused me to hide my well-hidden collection addiction, and the bags used to hold things got bigger and bigger, and finally I had to ask him to open a space scroll for me.

Ah, the hamster attribute just likes to hoard.

"Thank you, Mr. Tomama!" I hugged the package with several space runes superimposed and walked out contentedly. My heart was full of expectations for being able to decorate my nest. On the way, I casually glanced at the ink stains on it. I subconsciously: "Hey, this talisman seems to be different from the previous one?"

After all, the lines were crooked and unintelligible before, but this time the pattern lines are crisp and neat, and a closed loop has been neatly achieved. At a certain lighting angle, the dark pattern of a flower can be seen faintly.Comparing the two, one is like graffiti, and the other is a carefully crafted work of art. The difference is not small.

Mr. Toma: "Well, I have made an improvement. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Immediately, I couldn't take a step back: "...Can I learn this too?"

"As long as you can understand," he pulled a piece of paper, and casually listed half a page of formulas, "the movement of Bi Chakra must be traceable. The size of space development and attachment depends on the complexity of the formula. The scroll is the simplest. of."

Supporting by mathematics does have a foothold than Chakra, but my mathematics...

I began to hesitate.

"Or," he took another page, folded it in half, folded it in half again, and started drawing: "simplified version."

I made a struggling voice: "This, math..."

"As long as you have hands—learn?"

"please!"

——Completely, can't refuse.

In this regard, Sasuke, who was hooked into the formula when he was not paying attention to his research partner, said: He gritted his teeth.

Qianshou raised his eyes from the door, and met the vigilant eyes of the young man through a fluffy head who was biting a pen and burying his head in calculations: he sneered.

……

"It's normal," Mr. Hashirama, who listened to my complaint, poked his head out from under the cover of "Bo Ren Biography", and waved his hands with a normal face, "It's not pleasing to see any Uchiha- except you."

"You might as well say that Sasuke is Mr. Madara's reincarnation of Chakra is more convincing," I grabbed the fruit plate in front of him, "You read comics too fast—and I thought you knew my full name , called Thousand Hands Flower."

"Yeah," he said perfunctorily with a weird but loving smile, "you're right."

... This man!

"Nissan Hashirama," I said with a half-smile, "you're out of dinner tonight."

"Huh?!" Senju Hashirama, who was still wearing a watermelon head, paled in shock, and leaped forward, hugging... Naruto's thigh next to him, "No, do you have the heart to let me starve— —”

I hugged my chest mercilessly: "Don't think that hugging the chef's thigh will be useful, Naruto, move his rice bucket out of the kitchen!"

"Okay, no problem, Senior Huahua, I'll go right away!"

"Do not--"

Sasuke Uchiha, who just got out of the tantra group next to him, stared at the three idiots playing tricks. He felt that the idiot index of the Uchiha clan was seriously exceeded, so he sat at the place farthest away without persuasion. Look through the handbook that has just been repaired.

The things taught in the first grade of the ninja school are too simple for him now. There is no problem with Huahua's supervision in terms of physical skills, but it involves the boundaries of his own blood. Just like what the clan sister said, he can only hope to save down paperwork.

——He can even see the past history hidden by Konoha in the records.

The expression of the studious boy naturally flipped to the page he visited last time.

Last time I saw it - after Uchiha and Senju experienced the friction of the task, the enmity between the two families inevitably worsened, and eventually became the deadly enemy.It was also at this time that geniuses with excellent aptitude appeared in both clans, and they were both the sons of the patriarchs.

The father who wrote this record is the father of "a child with excellent qualifications". In the notes, the father of the patriarch praised his son in a proud tone: he will surely lead Uchiha to unprecedented heights .

Sasuke Uchiha changed his posture irresistibly, and speeded up.

Just as he was turning the page, his peripheral vision glanced over a line of words.

"...The threat from Senshou cannot be ignored. As the current patriarch, Qianshou Buddhajian has even sent his proud eldest son Zhujian and second son Feijian to the front line frequently... We must take advantage of them before they are fully formed. Grow up, combine forces within the clan to kill them..."

Uchiha Sasuke stopped turning the pages of the book.

The eldest son Zhujian, the second son Feijian.

The clan sister's ordinary introduction is still in my ears: this is Mr. Madara, he is super beautiful in fights, by the way, you must not let him know this sentence, because he beats people very painful... Mr. Hashirama is my master Oh, he's super strong, the most reliable, and you can always trust Mr. Hashirama! ...The one with white hair and red eyes over there is Mr. Tobima, Mr. Hashirama's brother, a master of Kaidun, a man of all powers!And don't look at him fiercely, in fact... hmm?identity?Identity doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anyway...

He looked up suddenly.

Over there, the screaming Naruto dragged the boy with the watermelon head who was hugging his thigh tightly towards the kitchen, one shouted "let go, your pants are about to fall off", the other shouted "I won't let you go My rice bucket", and next to it, a girl holding a fruit basket watched with gusto.

Sensing his gaze, the sister who was happy to eat melon cast an innocent and confused look.

'what's wrong? '

Uchiha Sasuke let out a laugh, then suddenly lowered his head and plunged into the book, and began to frantically turn the pages.

Amidst the clattering sound, his gaze was fixed, and finally fixed on the line with the name of the new patriarch a few pages later.

There, the four characters "Uchiha Madara" written by the dragon and snake, almost cut his eyes with the sharpness of the pen.

"Snapped."

The old notebook was closed forcefully, and the Uchiha boy slammed his head against the pillar next to him, and closed his eyes weakly amidst the repeated inquiries from the clan sister rushing over.

——And marked the plan of training to death in red and thick, and put it on the agenda immediately.