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

"Ergoudama Kai Susa," Senju Hashima looked at the head of the Uchiha family who came out of the passage, and quietly said, "I don't even dare to play like this."

The amount of information revealed in the words caused Qianshou Feijian to look at his elder brother several times.

'You told him? '

'how is this possible. '

The two people who looked at each other with disgust quickly exchanged glances, and both looked away disgusted by this synchronization.

Senshou Zhujian looked silly, but in terms of acuity, he was no different than his younger brother Feijian.

No one knows when he discovered Sharingan, and what actions he did secretly.

After all... Qianshou Feijian thought of the mountain of eye research materials and documents on the sequelae of the blood succession boundary that were specially stored in the laboratory.

Then look at Madara Uchiha, who has a "small thing" expression on his face, as if he has provided mighty armor across borders, and then transformed into Susano, who is as easy to operate as drinking a glass of water.

And the person involved probably doesn't even know that he has started Sharingan.

Or, does she know that she has the blood of the Uchiha family?

Close the top scroll between the Thousand Hands.

It reads: A very small amount of diluted Uchiha blood returns to the ancestors, and the possibility that the ancestors are Uchiha people cannot be ruled out.

However, Senshou Zhuma did not intend to explain the doubts of the other two present, but just immersed himself in the cloud.

"Hua Hua obviously called O'Neill Sauce," the mushrooms were still popping up here, "It's the first time that stubborn sister Jiang called for help and called for help."

As an old opponent, Uchiha Madara still can't bear to look directly at this person's virtue: "Be normal."

"Damn it—" Qianshou Zhujian turned a deaf ear and pounded the table.

So the only surviving table also cracked.

Qian Shoubo, who had fled to the side with the rescued documents earlier, looked at his sick elder brother with a headache.

"There's also Tobima!" Senshou Bashima shook his hand that was stained with sawdust, took a leap, and pointed the finger at his younger brother, "If I hadn't held you down with my hand, you would have flown over by Thunder God."

"One by one of you—" heartbroken, "it's agreed that I will go first!"

"Hmph." Who made an agreement with you.

"..." We were preempted because of our internal quarrel, big brother!

"That's my Senshou's son," Senshou Hashimama shouted, "My pride!"

"I just developed a new Mudun." It can be seen that this person has been holding back for a long time, and he is very resentful, "I even thought about how to praise."

"It's okay for Madara to go first," the only married person said bitterly, "you should praise her."

"Wait," Senju Zhuma suddenly became alert. "I've never seen you run so fast before, you—"

"That ghost is not dead." Qianshou Feijian, who was consolidating the space channel, suddenly frowned, "Large space transfer?"

"Space?" Qianshou Zhujian was instantly distracted: "Then the next battle will be difficult for Huahua."

"When it comes to cross-world assistance, let go first, and I will send the medicine that was perfected last time first."

"Then I'll go back to Hokage Building to get rid of the piled up documents? It's not me, Konoha is really busy after the reform—"

"—What about you, Madara?"

"...I'll go back to the clan land."

----

I woke up again and the sky had cleared up.

Looking around, the visual inspection should still be in the position of the battlefield and has not moved.

Mr. Tomioka, who was taciturn, was being surrounded by bandages by the members of Kin, and Zenitsu, who finally relaxed, was paralyzed on the stretcher on the other side.

My head was still a little dizzy, I shook my head, trying to shake the water out.

You get carried away with excitement while driving the Susanoo, and you accidentally let your opponent go. You will definitely be laughed at, right?

But, but Susano is so handsome——

Just ask, who can refuse to drive Gundam?

As a result, the landscape of this hilltop was completely changed. Peach fruit fell from the fallen peach branches, while the other half of the broken trunk grew new branches, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom.

——The pink color spreading all over the mountain did not disappear because of the end of my wooden escape.

Not a dream, not a hallucination.

I subconsciously pressed my hand to my forehead.

'Nice job, Flower. '

——So Madara-san really came?

There is no trace of Susanoo's slash on the ground, the last knife - fell into the Infinite City?

I blinked, holding back my excited little expression.

Hey, that knife is really powerful.

This is really the best news so far.

Satisfied, I put the sword behind my back, clapped my hands and stood up, and picked up the big naginata that was placed close to my side.

'Yan Rong? '

no respond.

Sure enough, it was really knocked down by the one who wound it up.

I gritted my teeth thinking back to the Infinity City that unfolded at the end.

The blood ghost technique of the space system is really too cheating, it is almost——

"Don't worry, I really won't let you sleep for too long this time."

I carefully wiped off the mud on the body of the sword, and looked at this brand-new big naginata.

The large and small damage on the knife has been completely repaired, and the fierceness on the knife has also been perfectly contained.

It can be seen that the gods and demons wielded by Fu Sangshen are not afraid of this knife when it is in full body, no one will underestimate its power.

—— Even the handle of the knife is still understandingly maintaining the length before it broke.

I gestured at my current height annoyed, and had to obey this understanding.

After being drenched in heavy rain all night, apart from the completely washed-off makeup, there was no major damage to this Ghost Slayer Squad's special costume.

The material is really good, there is no obvious crack, and the water resistance is also excellent.

After a good night's sleep, I also basically regained control over my body.

"Zenyi-kun?" Excluding Mr. Tomioka who didn't seem to be very approachable on the surface, I decided to go to the blond boy who was staring blankly at the sky first.

The wet golden hair is attached to the head, the outer feathers have already been broken, and the exposed skin is full of fine and small wounds, mixed with a large amount of dirt and grass clippings, so the name is my wife. The Shanyi boy looked extremely embarrassed.

There is still a string of Gouyu wrapped around his hand, and beside him is another uniform of the Ghost Slayer Squad that is neatly folded.

That was the only thing left by the ghost of thunder, Yue Yue.

Frustrated, I scratched at the hair that had already fallen loose, and I leaned over to block the top of his head, casting a shadow above.

The boy who was staring straight at the sky, his eyes reddened by the sun, was forced to focus his eyes on my face, he said dully and hoarsely, "Flowers?"

"Hey," I replied, and seeing that I got his attention back, I sat down next to him cross-legged, "How are you recovering?"

The boy obediently raised his arm, "Can... move..."

It seems very reluctant.

"Hmm..." I racked my brains to organize my words.

"Flowers." A weirdo with bandages approached slowly.

"Yes?" I was shocked.

"After this is over, my lord invites you to meet." Without asking about the details of the battle, or even mentioning the follow-up after the battle, Mr. Tomioka used an attitude that I can't figure out, but just solemnly sent an invitation post. handed me the envelope.

I took it politely: "Thank you, but I—"

illiterate.

I'm not finished.

When I met the familiar Chinese characters on the cover, I hoarsely wiped my hands carefully and took it solemnly, "Okay, please tell Mr. Ubayashiki that I will attend the appointment as scheduled."

"Then I'll go first," Shui Zhu nodded, holding a knife in one hand, and swept the extra set of ownerless uniforms on the ground, "You guys have something to do, right?"

"Goodbye."

"...?"

Then he really just walked away.

As a pillar who has personally visited the battlefield, I don't believe that he didn't notice the abnormality.

No matter how heavy the rain is, it can't wash away the traces left by another thunder's breath, nor can it dilute the breath from another winding ghost.

But he said nothing.

Even fully entrusted all this to us to deal with the aftermath.

——It is really a heavy trust.

Watching the rushing jet of water disappear from sight, I sighed and picked up the boy who also fell silent at the same time.

Looking straight ahead, I rushed in the direction I came from, and said flatly:

"Mr. Inaoyu...Mr. Inaoyu Yuyue, first we ran into the first one of the string, lost, and was transformed into a ghost, and then we were rushed to kill us immediately, how about it?"

To create a successful lie, three parts are true and seven parts are false, and then the key steps are concealed and distorted.

"Given the thrilling level of this battle, it is necessary for Mr. Tomioka to go back and report the battle process this time." The boy who was carried by me did not respond, and I continued, "After all, we are far away from Ghost Dance Tsuji, and we are getting closer and closer." It's getting closer."

"Even if he frantically promotes the new winding, he can't cross the time gap."

So do you understand?

There was a response-like movement on my shoulders, and I slightly relaxed my strength, allowing the boy to struggle and fall to the ground, watching him stagger and stand still.

"You're right." The young man clasped the handle of the knife convulsively with his hand slightly, he had already seen the trainer standing on the top of the hill to greet him, as if he wanted to convince himself, "As long as Wu dies— "

All shall pass.

……

"That's it," said Sangshima Cigoro, the little old man who had always been energetic and even aggressive, looking at the "relic" held by the young man, and looked extraordinarily silent.

The crutch in his hand had sunk deep into the soil at some point.

The hand that had knocked on the boy's head countless times gently pressed down the dirty, golden head, and sighed: "The feather is torn, it seems that next time I will make it stronger for you!" ..."

"Grandpa," the young man who closed his eyes but just waited for this comforting word raised his head, showed a smile uglier than crying, opened his mouth, but found that there was nothing to say.

So he could only kneel in front of the master and apologize sentence by sentence:

"……sorry."

If only I were a little more likeable.

"sorry!"

If it weren't for me, would Huang Yue not have degenerated into a ghost?

"sorry--"

In the end, no matter how hard I tried, I still didn't repay my grandfather's kindness.

"Shan Yi."

The former Naruto looked sadly at his only disciple with his knowing eyes.

As if you know everything, but also as if you don't know anything.

I felt the slightly warm shuriken in my arms, quietly retreated to the edge of the door, and gently grasped the sliding door.

pull away—

There was the sound of a large drop of liquid hitting the ground behind the door.

"You are my pride."