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

I am already a mature adult, and I have to clean up the troubles I caused.

So, here we go, what I learned on the sly—

Senju Hashirama's big smile!

The expression of the distraught boy quickly changed to that of seeing a ghost, and he also took three steps backwards.

Ok?Uh-huh? ?

The three adults who seemed to be discussing important events silently looked at each other. They had a good view from an angle, and they happened to fully capture the "thousand-handed pillar-style smile" in their eyes.

The only woman couldn't help but said: "It's not exactly what Qianshou looks like, the problem is that smile, it's too similar."

The serious owner of the house echoed: "It is certain that she has not had any relevant training before, but you have also seen this physical talent, it is simply a standard thousand hands."

"Excellent talent." Qianshou Feijian added: "Even Jing has the relationship between underestimating the enemy and holding back. It is rare for people of the same age to be able to do this under the same conditions."

"It's just a lack of combat awareness," the old male voice sighed. "At this age, it's too late."

"Not necessarily. She was raised very well. She can keep her children from going to the battlefield. Isn't that what we are trying to do now if she smiles innocently at this age?"

"In short, we know the reason for your visit, and I will continue to pay attention." The gentle female voice said: "So far, the news sent is that there is no such child in the Thousand Hands Clan. By the way, does Hashirama know about this? "

Qianshou Feijian shook his head slowly: "I haven't mentioned it yet, but elder brother seems to like her very much."

It can make the eldest brother pass by the "encounter" every day, even if he is busy, he must pay attention to it, and even spare no effort to secretly stare at the child's words and deeds, as if he is watching some miracle.

Thinking of this, Qianshou's face tensed, and he resisted the urge to sigh, peace...

"He is indeed a good boy." Someone said softly.

The teacup was put back to the side with a slight "click".

This is the meaning of ending the topic and seeing off the guests.

Qianshou Feijian was ready to get up.

The two people in front of them were the top figures of the Qianshou Clan during their peak years. Now one is old, and the other is deeply wounded. After Konoha was established, they have retired one after another to become the elders of the clan. Unless it is a big event, they rarely show up.

This time, because of this trivial matter, it was already very disturbing.

"Mirror." Qian Shou called out to his apprentice, his expression was too forceful, his limbs were stiff, and it was all up to her own efforts to deceive the little girl.

After hearing a call not far away, the impetuousness on the boy's surface quickly faded away, he gave me a small bow, and after a few vertical leaps, he stood behind Thousand Hands who appeared at the edge of the training field at some unknown time.

I looked across the thousand-shouldered door and looked at the young man who was one body behind him, um... this feeling is right, I said that I always felt awkward just now, it obviously feels like a calm and sharp breath, how can it be external and explosive/ Like a medicine barrel.

In other words, the anger just now was faking?

I looked at the knife in my hand, then at the other side, then at myself, then at the other side, and stared at——

When the atmosphere began to become tense, under the eyes of countless people, I was greatly relieved and showed a relieved smile.

I really wasn't hated.

great~

As for other complicated things, I don't think about it, just like I decided at the beginning, it's good to be a happy little fool.

After that day, I seldom saw Mr. Tomama.

Mr. Hashirama, on the other hand, met by chance every day, and he would always smile heartily when we met, and I would reply with a smile full of vigor if I reciprocated.

So both parties seemed to be full of energy for a day as if they were fully charged.

I ran next door more diligently.

The owner's grandfather, the old god, was sitting in the old seat, and the children were also discussing in twos and threes.

Everything was the same, except that I began to consciously pay attention to the waving trajectory of the naginata when it came out.

Although it was not very sincere at the beginning, I really liked the feeling of wielding the naginata.

Want to learn.

The mother-in-law who lives with me also comes frequently. When I silently stare at the big naginata that appeared on the stage, she sits with the grandpa of the owner and drinks tea with a smile.

And I, looking at it, felt like I would.

Am I some unrivaled martial arts genius?

One day, when I was watching the flashes of swords and swords, a familiar person knelt down next to me.

"Go ahead if you want to try."

I turned around and met a pair of red eyes.

The white-haired ninja still had faint fatigue on his face. He raised his chin at me, indicating the direction of the weapon rack.

Of course I know what's in there, this point is the peak of the hands, and there's very little left on the weapon rack, except for that one.

It was the big naginata from last time.

Since I waved it, it has been placed on the weapon rack and no one cares about it. So, does it belong to me by default?

This kind of silent tenderness is too poignant.

I am very touched.

But I'm at a loss for words again.

Finally, I had to say loudly: Thank you!

Damn it, it's so uncomfortable not being able to utter a single word of Three Thousand Rainbow Farts.

Frustrated, I rushed over and picked up the naginata.

It is said that fighting can enhance the relationship, and it seems to be true.

When I rushed into the crowd like a whirlwind with a big naginata in my hand, I received a warm welcome.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Come on, come on, I'm the first!"

Dude, looks like he's waiting to beat me up.

Will I let you do what you want?The me now is Niu Colu Overlord Flower!

I stood the knife taller than me in front of my chest, straddled my feet, took a long breath, silently confirmed the center of gravity of my body, and then let out a long breath.

This seems to be a signal.

The two sides jumped up almost at the same time.

Was it a melee?

Wow, that's fierce, but——

With my rationality gradually evaporating, I showed a provocative smile full of fighting spirit, obediently handed over the battle to the instinct of my body, lightly tapped my hind feet, exerted force from my waist, and pushed my right shoulder forward, using my body as the axis, I swung a fierce sweep ——

This is interesting! !

I say hello.

Hi everyone.

Anyway, the last outfit was ruined. Fortunately, the ones I came here to wear were special exercise clothes given by my mother-in-law.

However, because my physique has improved, I seem to be able to withstand beatings. It seems that I am exhausted and tired. In fact, there are no wounds on my body, but the problem is, the group of people lying on the ground seem to be the same as me?

Ah, this.

I stabbed the Thousand Hands Nest?