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

The final blow was earth-shattering.

The crimson spear/spear penetrated the core of the dark blue giant, unabated, carrying the heart of the giant she shot down, like a meteorite from outside the sky, the interweaving of red and blue, mixed into a more radiant purple, The sky was eclipsed, and only this burning star was left, like a broken bamboo, falling to the earth without any forward movement.

"boom--"

The mountains trembled.

Senshou Hashirama, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but feel agitated.

At their level, it is not easy to have an evenly matched opponent.

It feels powerful and lonely to be at the top.

But now, he saw more possibilities in Thousand Hand Flowers.

Madara must be very happy now!

Senshou Bashirama turned his head, his spirits were high and his eyes were sparkling: "Have you seen Tobima! That blow—"

Qianshou Feijian saw the undisguised eagerness in his elder brother's eyes.

"—Even I have to avoid the edge!"

However, although……

His expression was decadent for a second.

"But it's clear that Huahua is Huahua with thousands of hands, and Huahua's physical skills are all broken by me."

"Why, why only Madara gets that treatment!"

"Could it be..."

Senjujuma's thoughts gradually became dangerous.

"I run away from home once now, will Huahua hit me with that?"

"Brother," Qian Shou Feijian couldn't bear it anymore, do you think that one can hit him if he wants to? "Whether Huahua will hit you or not, I don't know, but soon Mito will confiscate all your private money."

"What?" Qianshou Zhujian cracked, "Impossible! I'm hiding so well!"

"Heh." Qianshou sneered.

Yes.

But Qianshou Huahua, who couldn't hold back her grudge, secretly reported it.

Now let's add the younger brother who is already furious.

The two brothers chatted as if there was no one here.

An uninformed ninja over there secretly asked: "Master Huahua beat you so fiercely, aren't you worried? Do you need a medical ninja?"

"It's okay!" Senshou Zhujian waved a big hand, "Flowers are crazy and crazy, I will definitely give myself a sigh of relief!"

He didn't know where his self-confidence came from: "This little girl is relying on me, it doesn't matter if she gets hit on the head, as long as I go to rescue the scene when the time comes."

Speaking of this, his expression suddenly became clear: "So Huahua still remembers me~"

"As for Madara," Senju Bashima showed a jealous face, "I guess it won't be much better if he took the hit head-on, hehe, let him sit in the medical department."

As he was talking, he couldn't help but said, "I really want to fight Huahua too..."

Hurry up and grow up, Huahua.

"It's really amazing," the first generation of Hokage stared at the direction of the falling stars and sighed inexplicably, "We are all gradually getting better under her efforts, and Konoha will definitely get better and better."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

I was burdened with heavy expectations but still knew nothing about it. I was coughing and coughing irritated by the rising smoke and dust. There seemed to be something irritating in front of my nose, which made me unable to open my eyes now.

While trying to wait for the smoke to clear, I had a whole new appreciation for my physique.

Finally, before I imitated the strongest move of the person at the peak of physical skills and released it, I was ready to lie motionless on the ground covered in smoke and unconscious.

Now the whole body is indeed smoking, bruises, knife wounds and burns mixed with old and new blood are all over the body, Qianshou's armed suit is unexpectedly wear-resistant, tattered but it is worn on the body well, the touch is disabled, and the muscles are sore, The whole body was weak, and the bones were cracked and broken. All of this was expected, and it was even much better than expected. Even the mind was still clear, and it was able to maintain normal and continuous breathing.

Relying on this breath, the original plan was to keep only a small part of the crack in the heart, and the rest of the mist that should have been squandered was continuously and slowly generating new savings.

With reluctance, I even have some mobility left.

My potential may really not be as small as I think it is.

The smoke and dust dissipated slowly, and I gradually adapted to the ground-glass-like vision.

While I was breathing in the air, I was struggling to turn my head, and raised my head. What kind of fluffy thing has been irritating me to sneeze...

Then I saw Madara Uchiha looking at me intently.

Fluffy is his hair.

I almost had a sudden cardiac arrest, and I quickly returned to my senses, my potential burst out, I rolled and scrambled to distance myself, and greeted awkwardly: "Mr. Madara..."

"Didn't you just call Madara very fiercely?"

This, this... Can it be called fierce when you fight and talk harshly?

I pursed my lips and imitated Uchiha Madara, who had no strength at all, and found a slope at the bottom of the pit to lean on silently.

As the main impulse bearing point of this fall, Uchiha Madara looked a little embarrassed.

The red covered armor on his body was almost destroyed, half of the skin was exposed, wounds of various sizes criss-crossed, and fresh blood kept oozing out.

"I can do this," he seemed to not care about the wounds on his body at all, and even asked me with a stretched eyebrow, "What do you want to say?"

what do i want to say

The last time I worked hard, I managed to impress the Nine Lamas.

At that time, the weak me only got a glance from him, and I could only speak in secret.

What about this time?

This strong man with his eyes on the world is finally willing to see me in his eyes, and asks me very seriously, showing a willingness to listen, what do I want to say?

I was in a trance for a moment.

There are many, many things I want to say, but none of them are what I want to say.

I followed my heart.

"Mr. Madara," I heard my hoarse voice, without any complicated emotions, purely expecting, "Then can I honor my praise?"

Time seemed to be stopped.

Tired from looking up all the time, I quietly lowered my gaze, turned slightly sideways, and could only see another person's shoulder and arm covered in mud and blood.

——Laughter, big laughter, listening to the big laughter that made me unable to hold back the urge to cry.

"There are too many people looking up to me, delusional to take something from me, or to get some promise from me," he stood up, the voice came from above, and the question was even a bit sharp, "Are you sure you just want to say This? Thousand Hand Flowers?"

Madara Uchiha showed his true form in front of me.

It's worth the effort.

Even knowing that I looked very embarrassed, I tried my best to show a very "thousand-handed flower" smile.

"I do have a lot of things to say, but Mr. Madara doesn't need these," I said a little incoherently, "Although I don't know how to describe it, I always feel...that fight just now is enough."

"I firmly believe that any fight that does not aim at killing the other party can exchange ideas and convey will!"

"So Madara-san," I repeated again, this time more firmly and without hesitation, "may I touch your Susanoo?"

Uchiha Madara didn't answer, and he didn't even respond to the girl's suspicious gaze.

The girl in front of him obviously didn't speak again, but he heard many, many voices intermittently...

"...it really exists."

"……be with you……"

"Please don't... give up..."

The intermittent gradually became clearly visible, and it belonged to Senshouhua's voice.

"...we can never see each other, but we are not alone."

Red and black kaleidoscopes bloomed from the bottom of his eyes.

In the ruins, the blue Chakra giant representing killing and destruction appeared.

That's a special Susano, he doesn't belong to any form.

He was scarred, his armor was peeled off, and there was even a big hole in the core, as if pierced by a spear/gun, and an inextinguishable red flame was burning at the gap.

——This is not normal, Susano is almost the embodiment of Chakra, no matter what kind of damage it caused in the previous time, it will definitely not appear in the next appearance.

The extreme shock made me uncontrollably widen my eyes.

too familiar.

Because he completely restored the appearance of Susanoo who disappeared after the battle between me and him.

It seems to be expressing that this is my Susanoo.

... a little foul.

I blinked, trying to push back the rising wetness.

Take it easy, Qianshouhua.

It would be too embarrassing to cry at such a high level of recognition.

I tentatively stretched out my hand, and in the default of Uchiha Madara, I touched the cold Chakra.

Cold, tyrannical, lonely...

Chakra belonging to Madara Uchiha.

Just as I was about to attach my other hand, the giant bent down, and he held the Taidao backwards in his hand, and closed his hands together to surround me.

what……?

—I was lifted up.

The field of vision suddenly rose, and the field of vision was freed from the interference of smoke and dust, and became clear and clear.

I saw the bottomless pit below and the lush trees.

Susanoo led me to jump up.

The field of vision is raised again——

In the distance, Mr. Hashirama met my gaze, laughed and waved at me.

Tobama-san seemed to be staring at Hashirama-san with a dark face, noticed his gaze, and nodded at me.

The surrounding Senju and Uchiha are all looking in this direction.

Farther away, you can have a panoramic view of the leaves, mountains, rivers, and endless green forests——

Is this... the world you see?

A man landed beside me.

"As a compliment for shooting me down, just touching is not enough,"

"Don't make me say it a third time, Hua."

"You can be more proud."