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

Qianshou Feijian was the first to react among all the people present.

The speed of action is also the fastest.

Almost at the moment when the seal was completed, the tree trunk just took shape, and he completed all the actions of blinking, reaching out, and supporting the back. When the giant tree became a forest, this stubborn person refused to listen to advice, and dared to perform S-level ninjutsu for the first time in the seal. The young girl has been gently laid flat on the ground.

She looks so bad.

The cold moisture left by the water escape permeated the coat, and there was continuous cold sweat coming out from inside, making her whole body exude a cold air; her face was pale, and the only blood was the blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth; her eyes were moving slightly , but the line of sight is not fixed, and even the pupils have gradually begun to slacken; it is obvious that the pain is so painful that it is unconsciously convulsed, but the hands still maintain the last seal of the tree world.

Countless trees that have gathered a large amount of chakra are still breaking through the ground and surging out.

The cheers of the survivors came from behind.

The atmosphere at the scene seemed a little stagnant for a while.

Far away is the sound of the two gods who have already hit the head, the impotent rage of the tightly bound tailed beast is nearby, and the crackling sound of more tree branches is heard on the side. Only there is no human voice.

The complex eyes of the ninjas focused on the second-generation Wooden Envoy who turned out to be born out of nowhere.

I was born out of nowhere and now I don't know anything.

He overestimated his life value, and almost got overturned, and paid a terrible price.

The recuperation these days was all in vain, and the heart was definitely torn for the second time.

An irresistible drowsiness hit him violently.

The tug-of-war between self-awareness and body instinct made me jump back and forth between falling asleep and struggling to wake up. My eyes flickered, but the light source was indeed slowly fading away.

No... not yet...

Who is shouting something in my ear?

I can't hear you anymore.

The familiar darkness slowly enveloped me, which means that the brain is starting to lack oxygen.

Brain... hypoxic...?

I caught a flash of spiritual light, and with difficulty mobilized the remaining body control, and began to breathe deeply, deeply——

Need, more, more oxygen.

Excessive ventilation caused the lungs to expand painfully, and the overwhelmed body protested violently.

But the method works!

The fog that had gathered around my consciousness dissipated.

Some words were gradually received by me.

"...Nine Tails...Seal...Rinjuriki...I..."

Hearing - restored.

Catch up!

Ignoring the darkness of my field of vision, I fumbled to look up to the side.

"Tobima, sir...," I said softly, "Will that one... Kyuubi leave it to me?"

This is a silly question, but I believe that Mr. Tomama can understand what I mean.

He was silent for a long time.

The fine moonlight gradually sprinkled in front of my eyes, and my vision began to recover bit by bit. I blinked and fixed the focus—meet Mr. Tomama's sight.

This time he didn't avoid it.

Maintaining slow and deep breathing, as the temperature of my whole body began to rise, a steady stream of new power spread from my lungs. I stood upright, fisted with both hands by my side, and opened up my momentum and consciousness.

"Yes." There were complex emotions in the dark red eyes that I couldn't understand. The young combat commander stepped forward, stretched out his hand and quickly brushed the top of my hair, but ordered me with absolute coldness in his mouth, "But you If it fails, I will withdraw this promise immediately."

"Okay!" I looked directly at him and nodded solemnly.

Without hesitation, I climbed up the soaring giant bushes. From the corner of my eye, I caught the eyes of the ninjas around me one by one, put them behind me and jumped towards the outermost edge of the battle line.

Ever since I saw Nine Tails appear, there was a fire burning inside of me.

I am so unwilling to watch the tragic opening but cannot change the experience, one time is enough.

I threw myself hard onto the ground in front of the beast's head.

"Nine Tails - Nine Lamas -!"

Perhaps the calling of the name played a role, or perhaps Uchiha Madara's Sharingan control has been loosened, and the imprint of Sharingan in Kyuubi's upside-down pupils has faded.

I did not receive a response.

After waking up, the tailed beast flew into a rage, and the red chakra all over its body suddenly surged, leaking out from the increasingly tight trees.

I watched it silently while insulting Uchiha Madara passionately, while trying my best to fight against the wooden escape on my body.

Not a single glance was left for me standing in front of it.

"Sure enough, I knew I couldn't be lazy." I muttered softly, and I suddenly raised my right arm and raised it to the side——

A vine swung a two-meter-tall naginata across the night sky in a circular arc, splitting a round of icy moon in the middle of the sky, and with a huge impact, it landed steadily—just right into the palm of my hand middle.

"Since this is the case, it happens that I am not good at talking, so let's fight first!"

The giant tree obeyed my will and gradually withdrew from the fox's body. The fox, which had been unshackled, slowly bent down. The chakras on its two forelimbs quickly entangled and spread upward from the claw tips, and a hateful and tyrannical breath roared.

"I thought that fights that weren't aimed at killing each other could enhance the relationship, so—"

Ignoring the familiar scolding after falling, I silently apologized to Mr. Tomama who cleaned up the mess.

I straddled my front and back feet, bent my knees, and charged up, regardless of whether the other side could hear me or not, I said loudly:

"I see Your Excellency's heroic appearance—" The naginata moved forward obliquely, aiming at the center of the beast's head.

"Dare to—" The blade was pressed down suddenly, and it was frozen in a standard posture of inviting martial arts with thousands of hands.

"Fight me!"

In the eyes of countless doubts and incomprehensions, I met the murderous opponent without hesitation.

It took Naruto 16 years of being forced to live together day and night to reconcile with Nine Tails and resolve the hatred of the Tailed Beasts for thousands of years.What about me?What do I rely on?

With my sincerity at stake, can I change even the slightest bit?

Just let me try it.

"Do you know how long she has been in physical arts?"

"That child is holding the knife for the third time today, the third time!"

"The first time I was so scared that I could only close my eyes, the second time I followed the same pattern and just played with a group of children, now the third time you let her fight the tailed beast!"

"No one ever taught her how to face the enemy, never—"

"Elder Fengzhong," Qianshou interrupted the excited old man, "I left Flying Thunder God on her body."

"She's trying a path that none of us have ever thought about, and I don't understand it, maybe I don't agree with it, but I can't stop it."

Just like the Senshouzhujian back then.

I don’t know how many times I flew upside down, caught in the net of rapidly growing vines, I couldn’t help coughing up a mouthful of blood foam, I didn’t have time to wipe it off, and bounced back with the reaction force, “Again——”

The fox-tailed beast looked irritably at the persevering humans, and its sharp claws dug out uneven trenches on the ground.

Ridiculous humans, ridiculous ideas, trying to gain the friendship of a tailed beast!

It can't help but recall being judged by humans as an "incarnation of hatred" for thousands of years, recalling being sold and traded by Senshou Basherama as an item, and recalling Uchiha Madara's emotionless Sharingan manipulation.

So--ridiculous!

The blood-stained human jumped up high, and the rising sun was reflected behind her, blooming on her blade, slashing down heavily with full, seemingly inexhaustible fighting spirit.

The gaping naginata collided with the broken front paw, and the sound of "click" and "click" both sounded.

It finally couldn't help but said: "Little devil, your knife is broken."

The human being on the opposite side—the human girl replied loudly in the same tone: "Nine Lamas! Your claws have also been broken!"

It sneered: "I still have claws"

The girl refused to admit defeat: "I still have my whole body!"

"...Give up, human, you have reached the limit of your body," Jiu Lama looked at the girl who had been fighting with him all night, "You can't defeat me, don't say any more ridiculous words."

"Nine Tails—Nine Lamas."

Holding the knife, I raised my head to look directly at the scarred fox, and repeated the words I had just seen.

Now, should it be time to say these words?

"You may have made a mistake."

"I... don't want your surrender,"

"I won't interfere with your going or staying,"

"I just want to show you another human form."

"I want to tell you that there are people who have good intentions, can understand you, and regard you as a friend."

"Even if you are misunderstood, hated, feared and abandoned by everyone, your friends will always be with you."

"I will make mistakes, I will get lost, but I will never give up."

"Look at the world you see, have the vision you have, and fight side by side with you."

"...the peace you have been longing for is real."

"You—Shouhe, Youlu, Jifu, Sun Wukong, King Mu, Rhinoceros, Chongming, Niugui, and you, Nine Lamas... the future you expect will surely come."

"Before then, can you please...wait for us?"

"Wars have always existed, and there are always more ignorant people, but there are always people who are working hard."

"So, can you...don't be disappointed in us so early,"

"Please don't... give up on us."

I was exhausted after talking so many words in one breath, holding the handle of the knife in my hand and panting violently.

"Really? How dare you say—"

The same exhausted tailed beast struggled to prop up its two forelimbs, ignoring the vigilant crowd in the distance.

The huge animal eyes stared at the opponent in front of him tightly, and asked: "Little devil, your name is [Hua], right?"

Two eyes with a strong sense of presence were fixed on it. It shook its fur, and quickly glanced at Hei Changzhi and Hei Changbo, who were poking like wooden stakes, and snorted.

"Then listen carefully—my uncle's name is Jiu Lama!"

"Huh? Eh?" I blinked slowly, then blinked again.

"Hey what! Don't let me say it a second time!" The nine tails exploded one after another, and quickly slapped the ground, stirring up smoke and dust that perfectly blocked my sight.

My sluggish brain finally picked up its awkward signal.

It worked—

I couldn't help but burst into a big, teary smile:

"Hmm! Nice to meet you, Mr. Nine Lamas!"

The sky is bright.