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

At that moment, all the Japanese dramas and dramas that I had reserved entered my mind, passing by like flowing water.

I'm trying to find a name that suits me well enough to be the main character.

Then export it with standard Japanese pronunciation.

But, at times like this, the more nervous people are, the more stupid they are.

I maintained the movement of patting my chest confidently, and my mind went blank.

You must not hesitate too long about reporting your name, otherwise it will look too suspicious. In short...

Is it a little cherry blossom or a little lily?

What Akagi Kaga Xili Lingbo Fubuki just pick one at random, make up your mind, me!

However, the intense brainstorming couldn't save me from my poor vocabulary. I quickly suffocated a word before the other person was puzzled.

Me: "Hana"

...Flower represents planting flowers, and it also reflects my deep patriotic feelings in a foreign country, so, what a good name, it is worthy of me!

He came a step behind and frowned at the Qianshouban who was observing.

No last name?Is it a deliberate concealment or is it a pseudonym?

As a ninja with experience in chakra perception, after cutting open the disgusting chakra belonging to Uchiha Madara, he felt the familiarity of blood relatives in this girl who claimed to be a flower.

How can this be?Qianshou... Are there any children living outside?

Qianshou glanced at his elder brother who was in a daze without a trace, and silently remembered this matter in his heart.

And of course I, who was determined to be a carefree little fool, knew nothing.

The first generation of Hokage should be very busy, and Mr. Hashirama, who was smiling heartily, was quickly called back by the people who were chasing him.

Then the presence of the person who has been looking at me with strange eyes from the beginning became clear in an instant, and the distant breath felt like the Yellow River frozen in winter, with calmness wrapped in boldness, or in other words, rationality wrapped in madness?a feeling of?

It's so strange, it seems that since I came here, I've gotten used to recognizing people first and feeling first.

It looks a bit like Mr. Hashirama, but younger, with white hair and red eyes. This color scheme looks a bit cold, but the fluffy collar on his body neutralizes this feeling, as if his gaze is still on on me.

"?" What are you looking at?

Visually, it should be that the eyes of the person in the thousand-hand door met me, and he quickly turned his head back, whispered a few words to the person next to him, then strode after the first Hokage who was going away, and left.

"??" I now have a lot of question marks.

A young lady dressed as a ninja stepped forward and planned to communicate with me. Of course, I must not understand!

I smiled politely when I didn't understand.

As a result, the young lady got stuck while talking.

I couldn't help touching my face, rubbing it again, and rubbing it again. Is there something on my face? Why are they all weird?

Forget it, smile and smile.

Smiling, I was led by Miss Ninja to a standard Japanese house during the Warring States Period.

It seems that a ninja brother has already said hello, and there is also the oldest woman I have seen so far.

It also smells of blood and gunpowder smoke. It is an old, precipitated smell. Guess which ninja has retired?

Age has given her a relatively mild appearance, and she nods at me.

I suddenly realized that this should be the place where I will live next.

Immediately, I was in a hurry to find valuables on my body to pay the rent. After thinking about it, I took off a few gold, copper coins and red ropes woven around my wrists, bowed slightly, and handed them out——

was severely pushed back.

The stern face changed completely, and the landlord shook his head resolutely at me, who was so fierce, and opened the door again to motion for me to go in together.

Good, good man!

But no, although the conditions here are better than those outside, and I have no burden to eat and live, my morality and education do not allow it.

I thought about it seriously for a second, took off the sterling silver earrings on my ears, and pushed them out firmly again.

Anyway, if you don't charge me, I won't live anymore!

The homeowner laughed, took my payment with rough, scarred hands, and patted my head.

I almost forgot, I look like a child, and I can be complimented by being patted on the head.

Hey.

Qian Shou Feijian seems to be a good person, so I will take care of you this time!

I lived in Konoha with peace of mind, slept and recuperated at night, and wandered around and visited during the day, or to use a more appropriate term, to visit the Holy Land.

Can the holy land pilgrimage be called social?

Certainly not, so I had a great time communicating with Konoha's local specialty - ninja, ninja reserve and retired ninja.

In fact, at the beginning of the walk, ninjas are generally very serious, and everyone looks like a taut bow. Ninja reserve, that is, children, because they lost their childhood and went to the battlefield early, they are more difficult to approach than mature adults. .

All of them look smaller than I am now, and their eyes are more numb than when I was a social animal. I always feel like I will be frozen if I smile at them...

But, who can refuse a smile without haze?

Hmph, I have already discovered that when I look directly at the other party without thinking about anything, I will definitely not be the first to look away; when I feel happy and express it unabashedly, such as laughing, the other party The attitude will soften a lot~

Occasionally, there will be awkward children who will blow their hair out of laughter, wow, cute!

It's so much fun to bully little kids.

After getting acquainted with the few people around, I got up early every day and went to the next door to find the fierce grandpa to eat and drink, and then watched him teach the children trained in the big courtyard with a straight face.

Occasionally, one or two adults will come, and occasionally my homeowner's mother-in-law will come, and then the three of us will sit together, drink tea, eat snacks, and watch the strong men fight hand-to-hand or with naginata.

That's called a tiger and a tiger, exquisite and exquisite.

Is this something I can see for free?

Hmm...Thinking about it carefully, it seems that after I met Mr. Hashirama and Mr. Togama a few times, what did they exchange with the two elders, and the morning exercise afterwards seems to be open to me to observe?

Is Konoha so tolerant to tourists?

The sound from the door brought back my gradually divergent thinking, I quickly chewed and swallowed the snack in my mouth, almost choked to death, and managed to swallow the water handed by my mother-in-law.

call--

Looking up, there is one more person.

Ah, it's Mr. Tomama.

You ninjas don't make a sound when you walk, huh?

I secretly pursed my mouth, put down my teacup and retreated outside.

Just kidding, when the village was so busy in the early days of the village, as the second in command, Senshou Feijian must have something to discuss.

It's better for me, a foreigner like me, to avoid it for a while. Although I can't understand the Japanese trio if I stay, but basic courtesy is still required.

The people outside at this point were still training, and when I retreated, I accidentally retreated among them.

A few little radish heads who were already familiar with me stopped beating me when they saw this, and quickly surrounded me, screaming "Hanana" while stuffing the big naginata into my hand.

What are you doing?Even if you repeat words to be cute, it's useless?

Who gave you the courage to hand a two-meter long knife to a weak woman who can't hold a kitchen knife very well?And the naginata is a weapon that seems to have something to do with Senju, I will definitely not...

Surrounded by a group of hana monsters, I struggled to send out a distress signal to my elders.

However, the two adults who usually rescued me were discussing business with the visitors, and they were completely unaffected by the noise here.

It's so easy.

Then let me try, as a person who has never been in touch with physical arts and weapons, please don't be too...

Huh?

I raised the big naginata suspiciously, doesn't it seem to be very heavy?

After imitating the posture I saw these days and waving, it actually looks decent?

The group of culprits surrounding me dispersed quickly before I swung the knife, and I was the only one left in this open space.

I don't want to admit it, but it doesn't feel bad to say.

I was happily preparing to put away the sword, when a half-grown boy rushed out from the group of children, holding a Taidao, and shouted——

Then I subconsciously closed my eyes.

I still hold my knife tightly in my hand.

I only heard a "clang", and the knife was still in my hand.

That is to say?

I opened my eyes cautiously, and the boy opposite was shocked back a few steps, with a disbelief on his face, and stared at me with disbelief.

His knife was knocked out by me.

No, this, my hand has a mind of its own, I don't know it at all!

I opened my mouth and wanted to say, it’s not your problem, it’s my strength that has become too strong to control recently, and you must have underestimated the enemy, anyway, it’s not my intention to fly the knife out, your aura is very fierce, it looks very Strong, don't mind me, I'm weak.

But my mouth also seems to have its own thoughts, limited by the vocabulary, and finally said: "Good work!"

Another thumb.

After I finished speaking, I felt like I was going to suffer, and sure enough, the boy opposite was only one spark away from the explosion.