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

I found that the crow outside the forest hadn't appeared for a long time.

According to the results obtained from Mr. Tomama, the possibility of the Kamui space blocking energy detection carried by the Kaleidoscope Sharingan cannot be ruled out. I was stuck in the bottleneck and I simply came out to try my luck to see if I could catch someone squatting A crow in a tree—turned out not even a single feather could be found.

Strange, did Uchiha Itachi find out that I wanted to make trouble for him, and the Prophet was hiding?

I climbed the surrounding trees in disbelief, and finally had to admit that there were none.

"It's outrageous." I squeezed the pen in my hand angrily.

"What's outrageous?" Mr. Tomama's voice came from behind, and a hand crossed my shoulder to help me straighten out the crooked drawings. By the way, I took out the pen in my hand, and I didn't even pause to put down the pen, tangled up Write a line of formula on the draft, "This is wrong."

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about what can make people change their long-standing habits," I stared at the concise and concise formula, and didn't notice the short distance behind, "Well, the algorithm starting from here... ..."

"It's nothing more than a conspiracy—why don't you understand?" The voice was a little low, but because of the distance, I still heard it...huh?distance?

Before I could fully react, my slightly bloated head was held down by a hand, "Don't move, concentrate."

"...Oh." I suppressed the crisis awareness of calling the police for no reason, settled down obediently, and honestly pointed to the second line at the beginning, "I didn't understand this at first."

Seeing the position I was pointing at, Mr. Tomama fell into silence: "..."

"What, what are you doing?" I became annoyed, trying to be reasonable--I was not very successful, and finally had to stammer and knock on the table, "I, I said that my math is very bad, it was you who said I have to learn as long as I have hands!"

In short, this matter is not bad for me, and it is definitely not my problem that I can't learn it!

"Okay, it's not your problem," said the voice with a smile that couldn't be concealed, "I didn't estimate the progress well, or should we change the method?"

"What's more..." The draft I had been preparing was stymied by this overly cooperative answer: "Huh?"

In what way, for what?

Why is Mr. Toikama so talkative recently? According to his habits, shouldn't he be one-sided in the professional field, and strictly do not allow a single mistake?

I always feel that he is planning something, abnormal, and it seems that something is wrong.

I cautiously moved two steps to the side, turned around and stood on the other side, lowered my head pretentiously, and took advantage of the action of tidying up the draft—the expression was impeccable, hateful, and there was no problem at all!

I hesitated for a moment, then glanced again.

There doesn't seem to be any particular danger, so it's not a big problem... Should it be?

With that in mind, I glanced again.

The rare white-haired man in casual clothes at home was picking up another file on the table to look through. He had no intention of urging him and waited patiently for my reply. Maybe I had been staring at him for a long time, so he raised his Turning his head, his questioning eyes turned to me.

It was clearly an ordinary line of sight, but I couldn't help but move back a little bit.

— Something is wrong!

I decided to trust my instincts.

Although it is not sure why, but based on past experience, it has never missed.

That being the case, then my answer is also clear.

Taking a breath slowly, I calmed down my heart that started beating faster for no reason, looked straight into those bright red eyes, and spoke again:

"Then, Mr. Tomama, I will wait and see."

Hearing my answer, Tomona-san raised his eyebrows in surprise.

In fact, I was a little vain in my heart, but it didn't prevent me from putting on a calm appearance on the surface. I stepped forward confidently, raised my head with my hips akimbo: "Yes, that's right, that's it. You are the one who made the promise, and you will You have to be responsible for teaching me, and you are not allowed to lie or make excuses, I will wait."

Hmph, unexpected, I don't even know the origin of the danger, how could I run away, dodging blindly is not my style, the correct way - of course, is to go up recklessly!

Anyway, Mr. Toikama won't harm me, so I don't have any fear at all!

"Okay, since you trust me so much," he casually threw aside the cover-up document and laughed, "I won't let you down, Huahua."

……

Then, after the big talk, I ran to Naruto's house without stopping to take refuge.

"Hey, shame on you." Mr. Hashirama, who was sitting side by side with Naruto, pointed at him, "You're like a cat whose hair has blown up now."

"..." I was powerless and furious, and the key point was that I couldn't refute, so I had no choice but to grab the melon in front of him and sit next to him, "You should at least restrain your expression of watching the excitement."

"Oh, is there, so obvious?" The face with his head buried innocently lifted up, and a sunny face appeared on the cheeks stained with watermelon juice and watermelon seeds, "Hahaha I obviously care about you, Huahua, I should remind you I've said it several times."

"Remind, when will you...uh." I clicked, and suddenly thought of something.

As for the vague reminders, I did have them, but I classified them as "out of line" and put them aside for the time being. Therefore, it was a good implementation of the old ancestor's "until the Yellow River will never die" and "no one will cry when you see the coffin". In the fine tradition, I just shut up, bluffed, and "hummed" loudly.

Mr. Hashirama sighed exaggeratedly, and muttered: "I have been spoiled enough to lose my temper at will."

I turned my head sharply: "What were you talking about just now?"

"No, it's nothing, I said you are so cute."

"...Why do I feel that your words don't sound like a compliment."

"Is there, hahahaha——"

Naruto, who was squatting quietly and listening to our conversation, raised his hand: "Excuse me, so didn't Senior Huahua come to see me?"

"No, I'm just here to look for you." Almost being distracted by Mr. Hashirama, I rubbed my face and calmed down, "I'm here to look for the tenant in your belly, Mr. Fox to help."

"Mr. Fox in the stomach?" Naruto's eyes widened, "Huh?"

"Don't make such a fuss," I leaned over and pressed Naruto who was about to jump up, "Haven't you noticed the fox exuding resentment about being forced to squat at home, scratching the wall in the dead of night, and The demonic whisper that always tricks you into opening the door..."

"Of course there is such a thing," Naruto flapped his hands in the air, "but Senior Huahua, your angle is so strange, it's obviously so terrifying——"

I pressed the hand slightly harder, and smiled: "Is it scary?"

Naruto shook, and calmed down like a little chicken: "No, it's not scary, you continue to talk."

"good."

……

"So, you suspect that a masked geek took away...uh," Naruto Katon, who is not good at remembering names, began to scratch his head after thinking hard.

"Mr. Madara," I added, "Ma-da-la-san."

"...the weapon I gave you," Naruto wisely skipped the name and continued seamlessly, "but that masked man is elusive, and you can't find it easily, so you want to find his accomplice, that is, Sasuke's brother... ... Strange, Sasuke has an older brother? I thought he was just your older sister."

"That's not important, at least it's not important now." Finally, in the eyes of others, his status surpassed that of Uchiha Itachi's real brother. I suppressed the corners of my mouth that wanted to turn up, and knocked on the table, "Don't digress."

"Oh," Naruto quickly gave up the question and continued, "As a result, he hasn't appeared recently, and it's inconvenient for you to leave the village, and then the organization they are in has a shocking secret, and the main factor of that secret is I?"

I corrected again: "To be precise, Mr. your tenant."

"It's almost there," Naruto waved his hand, "Mr. Fox is sleeping in my stomach now, and I'm not what they're looking for."

"You accept it quickly." I held my chin and looked at Naruto, who quickly regarded himself as the owner of the house, and was even a little happy. "Don't you ask why?"

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy didn't answer, just grinned at me, "What does Senior Huahua need me to do?"

"Wait a minute," I was caught by that smile, and turned away from looking at Mr. Hashirama, "He—"

Mr. Hashirama leaned in, lowered his head and whispered next to my ear: "This child has been alone for a long time, and he is happy that someone needs him—even if this person is not a human being."

I didn't expect Naruto's personality to be like this when he was a child, and he was a little worried: "Can some shadows of a dedicated personality be broken back?"

"Small things, don't worry," the reliable Mr. Hashirama patted his chest, "I have experience with this."

"...?" Where did you get your experience?

I quickly looked around the people around him in my mind, but I couldn't find anyone similar to him, so I nodded in doubt: "Oh, then please?"

"Yeah!" Senju Hashirama grinned like a thumb.

After getting Mr. Hashirama's assurance, I turned back to look at Naruto. The boy with messy blond hair was still looking at me expectantly with shining eyes. hair.

"You don't need to do anything special," the hand felt a little frizzy, obviously caused by long-term malnutrition, but it was much better than when I first met, I subconsciously changed from kneading to combing, "In the next few days I will Teach you how to communicate with him, do you want to try to say hello to your tenant and ask for some rent by the way?"

Naruto, who squinted his eyes soothed by my excellent hair smoothing technique: rubbed back cautiously.

I couldn't help laughing, and I rubbed my smooth hair into a fried hair again: "Don't be so restrained, it's okay for boys to be mischievous, we are brave dogs!"

The furry heads of his hands paused, followed by a burst of violent arching.

"Senior Huahua is right!"

"Hahahahaha that's it, listen to me, you're right!"

Senshou Zhujian... Senshou Zhujian rubbed his head with each hand in a funny way, "Okay, don't get together, go to business."

……

As a result of Naruto's over-cooperation, it didn't take long, under the watchful eyes of Mr. Hashirama and I, this person quickly got on the line with Mr. Fox who was sealed in his stomach.

——Take the line, referring to unilaterally being scolded and withdrawing in embarrassment.

"Failed." The boy with his head drooping even his hair was dark, "Mr. Fox is so fierce."

"It's hard not to be fierce," I squatted aside and said unreasonably, "Anyone who goes out for a walk for no reason and is caught in someone else's stomach, and it will last for several years, will be so irritable that he wants to curse."

The problem is that Naruto was really convinced by me, he thought about it seriously, then nodded suddenly: "That makes sense, then I'll talk to Mr. Fox more."

... Nine Lamas, I'm sorry for you.

I covered my slightly aching conscience and looked at Nine-Tails Jinchuriki who was determined to fight to the end. I always felt that the development of the situation was not as I expected.

This group of partners won't be turned into enemies by me doing this, right?

"Don't worry, don't worry," Mr. Hashirama said calmly, "It's not a big problem."

"By the way, Senior Huahua," Naruto said with a look of sudden thought, "I remember the little fox at the entrance of the village you mentioned before——"

"Yes, you guessed right." I patted him on the shoulder with a serious expression, "The specifics are slightly different. I hit another Mr. Fox, but the essence is not bad. Believe me, you just need to hit him once." Don, he is your good friend."

"Oh..." The boy didn't know what to say, and tried hard to digest my words, "Mr. Fox has two?"

"Hmm...not really, there is only one in this world." I corrected his wandering train of thought distressedly, "His friendship is very rare, you have to work hard to get his name."

"This world," Naruto blinked, looked around Mr. Hashirama and me, and nodded slowly, "I see."

- so sharp.

"Emotional intelligence is not low." When the boy closed his eyes again, Mr. Hashirama, who had been on the sidelines, added softly, "Both parents have very good aptitudes, and what they inherited will naturally not be any worse, and his experience is also doomed. You will see more thoroughly than your peers, and your mind will be more mature than them.”

"After all, I have loved the protagonist of my entire youth." I moved my position to block the too dazzling sunlight for the young man, feeling a little disappointed, "I often feel that the purpose of this journey is not to do my best, Can you change the feelings that once made me sad?"

"You are fine, you have done a good job." Mr. Hashirama restored his original appearance, and Konoha, who was supposed to rest in the land, spanned time and space, looking at Konoha several generations later.

Summer is approaching, the forest wind keeps blowing, the branches and leaves are rustling, and a falling tree leaf passes through the wide open window and falls on the palm of his hand.

He gathered his palms together and said, "We change because of you."

"Mr. Hashirama?" I was momentarily confused by his cautious tone, "You—"

"So," he grabbed my hand that was hanging by my side, which was tightly clenched due to tension, pulled it up, and opened it bit by bit, "You should also look at yourself, Huahua."

That emerald green leaf was put into my palm.