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

Today is a very good weather.

After seeing off Shangsan who was smiling and embracing the sun, I had already reached my limit and fell on the spot, lying motionless on the back of Mr. Purgatory.

On one side is Mr. Undead Chuan who is carrying Hanako and Yanrong ferociously, who looks like a bandit robbing, and on the other side is Miss Butterfly, who has been laughing from the very beginning.

We are rushing to the lotus pond to meet up with Tanjirou and the other three we had agreed upon.

I calmly put my forehead against Mr. Purgatory's back and pretended to be dead.Obviously, I also realized that this time I was a little guilty.

The medicine after I go back will definitely be very bitter... woo...

The only thing I can comfort myself now is that fortunately, I only need to face the anger of three people.

Thinking of Mr. Tomama's serious face, Mr. Hashirama's big grin seems to add fuel to the fire, and Mr. Madara...

Mr. Madara's beating.

I whispered quietly: "Fortunately, fortunately."

"Fortunately what?"

This voice was too familiar, completely out of my defenses, and I received it naturally without thinking: "Fortunately, Mr. Feima saw—"

and many more.

I suddenly got stuck.

Mr. Tomama?

I looked around after pauses, and I could even hear the stiff sound from my neck. I silently glanced at Mr. Undead Chuan, who had stopped on his way to guard, and then glanced at the side face of Mr. Purgatory, who was silent with his mouth pursed in front of him. I met the eyes of Miss Butterfly who followed the voice and looked at me.

No, the sound is coming from my side.

The last fluke in my heart was shattered.

Taking a deep breath, I patted Mr. Purgatory on the shoulder, signaling him to put me down.

Then... stretched out my hand to the bosom that I had kept next to me all this time, and took out the shuriken that I had neglected for a long time.

The imprint of the Flying Thunder God that had been lit up again at some point was shining brightly and darkly.

I raised my head quickly, and blinked afterimages of three pillars of unknown reason: Don't talk, don't talk, don't talk——

Then I shouted in a tone that I thought was pompous: "Mr. Toma—"

"How has Konoha been since I left? Has that Heijue been caught?"

"Mr. Madara and Mr. Hashirama are there too!"

"Huahua, I miss you so much!"

Playful tips: When a topic cannot be avoided, throw out more topics!

"Fine. Not yet but soon. It's all there. Is it?"

As a long-distance communication tool, the shuriken faithfully transmitted Mr. Tomama's seemingly calm voice, "Is the question over?"

Oops, can't escape.

"So--"

I hold my breath nervously.

"Qianju Huahua, I think you should know that I have a little experience in perception ninjutsu."

Mr. Togama, who had some experience, continued in an orderly manner. It was obviously a standard frigid narration, but I forcibly heard the horror that was about to come:

"So, why don't you explain, what I perceive now, the exhausted chakra, the little life energy left, and what is still burning - what is the situation?"

I swallowed silently.

"Let me see," came the voice pretending to open the scroll, "the last time this happened, what was written in the record report was, oh, burning vitality."

It’s over.

My eyes were suddenly dark.

"Someone who swears to me that you will never be 'casual', why this time, can you be so not 'casual'?"

I started to shiver.

Things, things can only be thankful that it seems that Mr. Feijian has just connected here, and he didn't know what happened before...

"Huo, it seems that what you are facing this time is stronger than our 'Ninja Shura', and you can't even match the thousands of hands you unleashed?" Leng snorted from a distance.

I took a breath.

"I could feel the huge amount of chakra at that time. The degree of completion of Mutun is quite high. We can't afford it!" The voice of the microphone being robbed came from the opposite side.

I closed my eyes in despair.

Mr. Hashirama, where are you?

"Oh." As expected, Mr. Hashirama was beaten brutally, and the microphone was returned to Mr. Feima, who continued to sneer: "Can't tell?"

"Then why don't you say it again..."

Still, is there more?

Tomaga-san, when did you connect here, please help——

"A month ago, your Chakra was greatly consumed?"

——Driving a huge energy-consuming wooden escape to rush thousands of miles to save people.

"The problem that even the origin of life began to decrease immediately?"

——This is to heal Mr. Purgatory.

"Or the problem of your chakra disappearing suddenly two months ago?"

——Positive and tough world consciousness was brutally banned.

"And earlier, your chakra was diverted?"

——At the beginning, I met Yanrong and shared life.

Is it because I'm so rambunctious?

"You are very brave, Senshouka—" At some point, the only sound of Mr. Tomama's knuckles tapping on the table was left silent on the other side, and the last HANA was dragged out to be extraordinarily meaningful.

coming soon.

Sure enough, in the next second, Mr. Toijian reprimanded furiously: "There are hidden wounds on your body that haven't healed yet, and you have stripes on your body. You won't live long!"

"How long has it been! The last time I pressed you and healed up, the wound hasn't healed yet!"

"You don't care about the big crack in your heart at all, do you?"

"I told you not to be so crazy, have you swallowed all the wooden escape that my elder brother taught you? I have led you to train for so long, but you can't run?"

"First it was the unknown kid from Senshou, and then it was Uchiha Madara, this time—" He took a breath and roared angrily, "Who is this time again!"

I quickly jumped up and covered Mr. Purgatory who was about to speak, took the time to stare at the buzzing naginata, and then shook my head desperately at Miss Butterfly who seemed to be thinking about something.

In the corner, Mr. Undead Chuan, who had already withdrawn his knife, retreated to the best view, and looked at this side with his arms crossed with great interest.

"Thousand-handed flowers!"

I was shocked and squatted down with my head in my arms.

"Have you... never thought about yourself?"

Eh?

I put my hand down in a daze.

what?

The voice belonging to Toma-san over there continued.

"You have done so much for others, but you are everything, share a little love with yourself."

Strange, isn't he... scolding me?

"Has no one taught you?"

What are you talking about now...?

"—You are the most important."

This, the churning sourness...what's going on?

Under the shade of the tree, the sweat-soaked girl hugged her knees in embarrassment, and her eyes, which turned red at some point, fell in front of her without focus.

On the ground, the exquisitely shaped shuriken was emitting flickering light, and there were hot, large drops of water falling down, splashing out tiny sprays.

Separated by thick layers of barriers, not long ago, the occasional one-way perception finally evolved into a controllable two-way connection. After Qianshou Feijian finished the last sentence, he received it with some difficulty. It belongs to Uchi Chakra fluctuations in the Sharkan.

this amount...

Emotions have not yet reacted, and the instinct dedicated to fighting all Uchihas begins to work.

No strong negative emotions.

It is more abundant than the one-gou jade, but it has not reached the level of the three-gou jade.

It is Ergou jade.

——New, Ergouyu.

Are you serious?

at this time?An Uchiha?

As a result, reason is logically overwhelmed by emotions that come from behind.

Qianshouban feels more tricky.

He cast his eyes on his elder brother who was silent on the side.

—Brother, come to the rescue!

Qianshou Zhujian shook his head again and again, and even took a step back: You make the little girl cry by yourself, go and coax it yourself.

At the same time, a strong, huge, unprecedented sense of crisis locked by the Kaleidoscope Sharingan rose from behind.

Holding the shuriken stiffly, Qianshou said with a headache, "Huahua."

Even so, the muffled little girl still responded obediently: "Mr. Feijian?"

Forget it.

He pressed his forehead and sighed, let's teach slowly in the future.

How can this character look like a Uchiha.

I rubbed my eyes, wiped off the disobedient water stains, and smiled embarrassedly at Miss Butterfly, who was looking at me worriedly.

Mr. Purgatory was already sitting with Mr. Undead Chuan with a serious expression, looking at the sky seriously.

"Hmm, what shape is that cloud?"

"Who knows this kind of question, don't drag me when you ask, hey——"

The awkward comfort from Mr. Tomama also arrived as expected:

"My experiment is not progressing fast. At present, I have only tested the medicament for supplementing the cell vitality of the stripes based on the Mutun cells. The amount is not much, only a little."

"At that time, I will take the time to study and see if I can send it through this. Remember to check it."

All the people I met were nice, very nice.

So I couldn't help laughing out.

"Hmm! Tobama-san's eternal god!"

There came Mr. Tomama's question as if changing the subject: "...Are your eyes not uncomfortable?"

Eye?

"Huh? My eyes are fine? Recently, my eyesight has become much clearer?" I replied tentatively.

"I'm not asking you this, don't you know?" Mr. Tokima suddenly stopped and changed his words, "No, it's nothing."

"?"

"It's okay, that's fine."

"...?" I hesitated, "Speaking of the eyes... Tokaima-san, I have a question."

"What? You said?" The voice was ready.

"That's right, I feel like my body has grown up." I pressed my chest unconsciously, "Bones and muscles are more stable, but because my height has been fixed since a long time ago, I can't judge what I am now based on this." What age, and it's strange, my eyesight will deteriorate when I grow up, but..."

"Wait," Mr. Tomama interrupted me, "Aren't you 12 years old?"

"No," I scratched my face and corrected, "I've grown up a long time ago! 12 years old seems to be related to the automatic age reduction of body healing, and now... it seems to be my body?"

"what??!"

I don't know how many times the sound of the duet exploded in my ears, I rubbed my ears in shock, helplessly: "I didn't explain in advance that I was wrong..."

"No! That's not important!" Mr. Tomama said in an unusually serious voice, "Did you show your markings to others?"

The topic jumped a lot, and I followed him in confusion: "Not yet, is there any problem? If necessary, I will..."

"Very good!" resolutely said, "Huahua, remember, never let anyone see your markings in the future!"

"Huh?" I agreed without knowing why, "Well, I won't show it to others casually."

"You—" I felt that Mr. Toama's mood fluctuated a bit, and I seemed to hear the sound of the corner of the table being crushed. Gradually returning to the original age is a good thing, keep it."

"Just stop working so hard," he finally couldn't help adding, "Hua, you can be more selfish."

"Then, the eyes...?"

"The eyes are not a big problem, you can just keep your current mentality," Mr. Tomama sighed, "Keep relaxed, confident, and happy."

"If you encounter trouble, remember, we are still here." Although I don't know what kind of riddle my younger brother is playing, but the tacit understanding between the brothers is as usual, and it is rare for Qianjuzhujian to guarantee it seriously.

Finally, it was Uchiha Madara who stepped forward at some point.

The pair of eternal kaleidoscopes that have experienced pain, sorrow, despair, and loss of everything reflect the endless abyss.

The master of the abyss took the shuriken from Senju Hashirama, and whispered: "I will watch you."

"I hope your eyesight remains the same."