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

"Okay, let's talk about it."

Senju Feijian glanced indifferently at Uchiha Madara who was sitting with his chest folded in the farthest position, and held back the words that came to his mouth.

"Then, let's start with the distorted space formed by Huahua's four-combo—"

"Although it's not as earth-shattering as the fifth strike after that, but the lethality of that space," Qianshou Pai paused, "everyone here knows it."

"Hmph." Uchiha Madara sneered.

"..."

"Hahahaha, and then what?"

How did the elder brother laugh in this atmosphere, the corners of his mouth were tense, and he continued coldly, "Then, elder brother, you ran to the same place a few days ago and fought again."

"One day and one night." Qianshou Feijian emphasized.

"In short, the whole land was lifted up in the end."

"One day after the battle, our ninjas went to repair the site."

"Over there, I found this in the ruins caused by that space."

The eyes of the three people all fell on the black unknown object in the middle that was heavily sealed and chained.

# # #

I don't feel right.

Yes, I feel wrong again.

This time it has nothing to do with someone's stalking and snooping.

It was purely a sense of urgency that I had somehow developed.

A feeling of urgency that if you don't do something, it will be too late.

very strange……

It has been proved many times that my strange perception is basically correct.

But why?

I am living well, and the problem of lifespan of the headache stripes is taken care of by the almighty Mr. Tomama, and I am detained in the medical department, because Mr. Tomama has to let me get hurt this time—I mean the big crack in my heart Let's go after the supplies are ready.

These days, I ate and slept in the medical department, and my health is very good, there is no possibility of sudden death at all?

Some time ago, Mr. Madara and Mr. Hashirama seemed to find someone in a place with little smoke and fought again. They fought from dawn to dark. On the second day, Mr. Hashirama burst in happily and hugged him fiercely. Hug me, and then hugged me and threw it away.

Then he was thrown out with a black face by Mr. Tomama who happened to be collecting samples on the side.

Hmm, it looks like I had a good talk with Madara-san.

The results of the talks look pretty good.

After Mr. Madara returned to Konoha, Kurama appeared more often.

Recently, I always sneak up on my window with the smell of roast chicken, and come to see me under the pretense.

Hmph, don't think I don't know, you're just here to greed me!

In short, according to the nine lamas who came to visit secretly at night, Konoha has become more harmonious recently.

The friendly people it met when it sneaked in also increased.

I just can't see it yet.

As time went on, the feeling became more and more intense, and I even developed a kind of anxiety.

Damn, did I forget something?

No!

Sitting still is not my style.

The medical department has stayed long enough, and the wound is only a few days away from being fully healed, so it's not a big problem.

This morning, this feeling has made me restless, and I decided to leave the hospital.

Originally, I really wanted to go to Konoha Street, which can best reflect the people's livelihood, to see the recent changes. Thinking of the metaphysics that accidents will happen when I go shopping a few times ago, I cautiously stopped.

It's still time to figure out what's going on with this sense of crisis.

I tentatively searched around for the source of this feeling.

— can't find it.

I didn't give up.

Since the existing ones cannot be found, how about records?

"Hua, what are you looking for information about illusion?"

"Didn't you... also hear?"

"what?"

"From the beginning, I heard a woman talking every once in a while. It was very light at first, but gradually it seemed to be getting closer."

Grandma Chun's expression became serious: "Do you suspect that someone has played an illusion on you?"

"I'm not sure, it doesn't look like it. After all, I've been in the medical department before and never went out. Check first to see if there is anything about it."

If it is, then the medical department is not safe.

Obviously, Grandma Chun realized it too.

"Illusion Uchiha is the best at it. Should Huahua go find that one?"

I do.

As a result, Mr. Madara is not here today.

Anyway, check it out first.

Grandma Chun greeted me and put a large stack of scrolls on the table together.

"Basically it's all here."

# # #

"It looks like a remnant of something..." Qianshou Zhujian looked at the object.

"It's a part. The main body should have bumped into this space that hasn't been completely disappeared by mistake, and a part was cut off abruptly." Here, Qianshou held a stack of experimental results in his hand, flipping through them one by one. "This guy is not slippery. Even if it is only a part of the wreckage, it is also highly concealed. Ordinary seals are completely useless. Fortunately, there was a whirlpool...and an Uchiha."

"The King Kong blockade plus the Sharingan plus the scroll captured it."

Uchiha Madara on the side raised his eyes, and finally said the first sentence: "Absolute energy body, very polluting."

"I don't know how long this thing has been lurking. If it wasn't for this accident, it would probably continue to hide where we can't see it."

"Is it conscious?"

"It has not been found so far, but the possibility cannot be ruled out."

"The seal on this is about to come loose."

"Mito is on the way here, and when the time comes to count, I will watch for you, Madara—" Senju Hashima looked at the person in the corner, "We need your Kaleidoscope Sharingan. "

# # #

"Impossible, it has nothing to do with it."

I rubbed my eyebrows wearily.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been reading for too long, but the female voice appeared in my ears again, and this time there seemed to be some weird music playing intermittently for a long time...

——! ! ! ! !

female voice, music.

The scroll in my hand fell to the ground.

I remembered what it was.

It's an alarm clock.

Before I go to bed, I set an alarm clock for my heavenly elf.

The alarm clock plays every 10 minutes, now...how many 10 minutes is it?

I didn't bother to pick up the things in my hand, I jumped out of the window and ran wildly.

"You go there, flower—"

Someone poked his head out from behind and shouted, but I didn't turn my head back.

No wonder, no wonder there is such a sense of urgency!

Hurry up, hurry up, go find Mr. Hashirama, before it's too late——

"Where is Mr. Hashirama!"

The crowd didn't know why, but they quickly dispersed for me. Someone was shouting, "Sealing class! Master Huahua, go to the sealing class—"

I never felt that I ran so slowly, and the road to the sealing class was so far.

Please, please let me sleep a little longer.

The bricks and tiles shattered under my feet, and my tears began to pour out uncontrollably. In the blurred vision, my goal was still far away.

Why, there is still so far!

Damn it, why didn't I find out earlier, the sound of the alarm is obviously getting louder and louder!

I'm about to wake up--

I originally thought that I had done enough, but at this time I found that I still had a lot to say, and a lot of things that I didn't have time to do.

The founding team of Konoha, Mr. Madara, Mr. Hashirama, and Mr. Tomona, these people, for a better future, bear the incomprehension and irresolvable hatred of the same family, suppress their feelings, and are forced to give up a lot and give up. A lot, even if everyone thinks differently, even if you stumble and make mistakes in the dark...

But their starting point is obviously the same!

I'm...unhappy...

Why is it so difficult to have a turning point at such a time!

I haven't even had time to tell them what a truly peaceful world looks like, and I haven't...did anything...

I kicked open the door.

Great, all three are there!

Mr. Zhujian turned his head first, "Huahua, you are here! Why are you running in such a mess?"

"It's just right, let's take a look, this is found in the wreckage of the distorted space you played that day, it looks like a part of something, it's dark—"

As he spoke, he seemed to reach out to grab it.

For a moment, my breath almost stopped.

"--do not touch!!!"

At this time, an indifferent female voice finally sounded clearly in my ears:

"Your alarm clock at fourteen o'clock is about to play—"