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

I said a long time ago that my taijutsu was taught by Mr. Hashirama.

Here I want to make a correction. Strictly speaking, most of them were taught by Mr. Hashirama.

As the earliest contact with me, and the later period, Mr. Hashirama's rescuers were always pulled in to enlighten my brain that can't turn. Of course, none of them were successful... In short, that person, Qianshoufeijian, is also devoid of conscience. A member of the Inhuman Pain Beating Huahua team.

To sum up, if the current me deliberately imitates Mr. Tomona's style of hitting people, it's not a big problem.

In short, it is to be fast!soon!very fast!

Relying on absolute speed to pretend to be flying Thunder God, hit him until he can't speak completely, Huahua is no problem for me.

"you……"

Approach to the weak point of frontal attack.

"This……"

The familiar red eyes met Danzo's bewildered expression, I turned cold, turned around, and appeared behind him.

"Do not……"

Then knocked on the dead corner of his defense with one hand, taking advantage of the body's instinctive contraction of pain, completely disrupting his rhythm!

Combining the outstanding insight of Sharingan with seeing through everything and penetrating the world, it is not impossible to pretend to be a powerful information analysis ability.

You see, this person was just stunned by me.

"Who are you!"

Danzo, who was kindly thrown into the pit by me again, was finally able to finish his sentence, clutching his broken arm and questioning.

So I cooperatively made another gesture that was absolutely familiar to him, and said meaningfully: "As you can see."

It's me.

This person has been in a high position for a long time and has been hiding in the dark. It seems that he hasn't done it himself for a long time, and his actual combat experience is even worse than mine.

A group of root members surrounded by me couldn't move forward for a while because of my constant close distance and the stormy attacks.

So I opened the door for you with a youthful welcome to all the root members present, and I had a good time from top to bottom.

And taking advantage of Uchiha Sasuke's failure to make a move, he beat all these people first, and finally beat them until they lost their ability to move, and then pushed them all aside.

Stacked to the farthest position from the center of the battlefield that will erupt later.

I, who never forgot to save people in fights, clapped my hands and tried to shake off the blood left by the heavy hand, but found that these had solidified, so I gave up.

After I finally sent out the nameless fire, I breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the more ruined battlefield, and the only one who was still standing among all the people who had been beaten to pieces. What a mortally wounded person.

This is also Mr. Toma's style of beating up his own people.

Having fully implemented this behavior, I pressed down my flying hair, and Sasuke Uchiha nodded friendly to the kaleidoscope boy who was watching: "Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time."

I silently made a gesture of invitation: "I'm done typing, please."

Then I found the wall where there was no scum left, and sat on the ground without helping each other.

I was lowering my head and silently arranging my clothes. I keenly caught the sight projected on me. Looking back, I looked at someone from Uchiha who was covered by a mask and only had one Sharingan left. A standard business smile that doesn't smile.

Over there, the battlefield after I withdrew finally started the necessary ruthless talk before the battle.

Uchiha Sasuke, who was carrying blood and deep hatred, came from thousands of miles away and said: "Danzo, let me ask you, is it the order from the upper level of Konoha, including you, to let Uchiha Itachi destroy my clan?"

Danzo Shimura, who was being questioned, jumped out of the potholes and didn't pay attention to him. He just broke his hand without changing his face, and forcibly grabbed his right arm, which had been under the care of the previous me and had multiple fractures. The left arm, which was not much better, made three seals in a leisurely manner.

Mao, Hai, Wei.

At the cost of the permanent blindness of the Sharingan who performed the spell, the perfect pupil technique "Izanaki", which can completely reverse the situation of the battle, was successfully performed.

This battle of chakra attrition, which has not changed a bit even if I intervene briefly, has begun.

Unlike me who was merciful when I turned away from the angle every time I hit a critical point, the two people over there had already played a real fire.

After all, one is blood feud, and the other is "for Konoha".

I watched the two people come and go without saying a word.

"Naive," said the first sentence from a man in a red robe with black background and clouds on the half-destroyed high wall, "Do you think you can stay out of this matter?"

"—If you don't save yourself, you are an accomplice."

As soon as this sentence fell, the people from Konoha, who were attracted by my deliberate movement, rushed over.

One Hokage, many Jonin, medical class, sealing class... even two consultants that I have never seen before appeared.

... The people who come here are too comprehensive.

When Payne invaded Konoha, there were not so many people.

I realized that things might not be as simple as I thought.

"Uchiha Madara" sitting over there suddenly laughed wildly and clapped his hands, loudly saying, "Good job, Hana."

He didn't add anything, but no matter who saw the group of unconscious ninjas wearing Konoha forehead guards, they obviously recruited Uchiha Sasuke who was going to kill Shimura Danzo, and sat on the left, right, up, and down. "Uchiha Madara" and I who stood by and watched the battle.

——The evidence is as solid as a mountain.

A male ninja with a goatee took the lead: "Godai, this is what you call a 'child you can trust'!"

Another female ninja of the same age also echoed: "In the dead of night, I brought the defected Uchiha Sasuke and members of the Akatsuki organization to invade Konoha, and attacked Konoha's high-level officials wantonly."

As if they were blind, the two ignored the densely packed Sharingan in the hands of Konoha's high-level executives who were embarrassed to avoid the flames of Amaterasu, and unanimously pointed their finger at me.

That's right, when the enemy is at hand, it is natural to unify with the outside world first.

I looked at Konoha Ninja, who was obviously agitated, and thought calmly.

Is this your purpose?Uchiha "Madara".

The unrelenting voice is still in my ears.

"The second-generation master has long said that the Uchiha is an inherently evil family."

"Is everything you did before that a lie?"

"Look at her eyes..."

"Master Five Generations..."

Whispering was noisy, overwhelmed by a loud rebuttal: "I don't believe it! Senior Huahua is not that kind of person!"

——It’s Naruto.

"This must be the idea of ​​the enemy to drive us apart," the blond boy waved his hand fiercely, as if to wave away all the doubts and haze, "Grandma Tsunade, you must be thinking the same way, right?"

Sister Gang pursed her lips tightly, looked at me worriedly, but forcibly controlled herself from speaking.

I understand, at this moment, she can't speak.

Of course I can understand.

Because she is Hokage, the leader who protects the village, before there is obvious evidence, she can't let her personal feelings override the expectations of everyone.

But why, I feel a little sad.

As if reading my thoughts, the voice of "Uchiha Madara" sounded in a low voice: "Because the Uchiha clan values ​​"love" more than other clansmen."

Is that right?

I slowly closed my eyes.

"There is no value in this desperate world, all that is left is pain!" The ultimate MLM leader sent me an offer: "It doesn't belong to you, come and find out."

"There are your clansmen here, and we are working together towards a great ideal. People who are only obsessed with the chaos in front of them cannot understand our thoughts!"

"Come to my side," the hands stretched out to me, calling me confidently, "Uchiha Hana."

And I, who sealed my vision, also relied on his final mental fluctuations close to success, and followed this extremely targeted malice to understand his purpose.

In order to get the latest one that has not been sealed, it is obviously better to get the Nine Tails.

See, he didn't mean it either.

I knew that my emotions were not right at this time, and it was the first time I faced so much malice, and his words did shake me to a certain extent.

But in fact, "Uchiha Madara" doesn't know. He said so much, but in fact, it doesn't equal the impact of the sentence "If you don't save yourself, you are an accomplice".

Will this pair of hands that save lives and heal the wounded be stained with the crime of murder after all...

In full view, I hung my hands on both sides.

The corners of the mouth under the mask of "Uchiha Madara" are bound to be raised.

"How many times have I said..."

Surrounded by suspicious, hesitant, worried, and trusting gazes, the girl who lowered her head and couldn't see her expression slowly raised her hand.

——Firmly grabbing something in front of his chest.

It was in the shape of a shuriken, and was hung on the most important chest by a carefully woven red rope, which showed how much the girl cherished it.

But at this moment, it was pulled down violently and violently by those blood-stained hands.

"My surname is not Uchiha!"

"pat".

With the sound of the red rope breaking, the soil under the girl's feet was smudged into two dark circles, and a bloodstain appeared on the girl's neck.

I was desperate to seize this medium that connects the world.

Previously, Mr. Toikama had been contacting me one-way, so this time, can I get through this channel in the opposite direction?

Please, please...

'No problem. '

A pair of transparent hands touched mine, and in my peripheral vision, the robes belonging to the Fourth Hokage flashed by.

The girl tightly held the shuriken that was torn off by her, blood dripped continuously from her fingers, and her whole body suddenly erupted with a strong chakra that was comparable to Kyuubi.

In the eyes of more and more vigilant, a voice seemed to come from far away, and finally, it came out from the shining shuriken.

"The reverse connection is up, what happened to you?"

Accompanied by the appearance of these words, the two aggressive advisors present, Kadoro and Koharu, and even Shimura Danzo, who was still fighting Uchiha Sasuke to the death, froze involuntarily.

In the quiet night for some reason, bright or dark, uncertain eyes locked on the girl's outstretched hands.

There, the Flying Raijin seal that belongs to the Second Daime's Senshou door is emitting flickering light, just like the hearts of some people present at this moment.

Probably because he didn't receive the answer he wanted, the person who made the sound repeated it tirelessly, only this time, he brought a title.

"--flower?"

"Mr. Toma." I still bowed my head, my disobedient bangs were blown to my forehead by the wind, perfectly covering my facial expression, "I'm confused."

"The Uchiha clan is an inherently evil clan. You said this, right?"

As a ninjutsu master with seven attributes of chakra, Senju Tobema is so talented that he can create forbidden techniques that can fill Konoha's entire library. He is naturally proud and a daring person.

So I knew he had only one answer to my clear yes or no questions.

There was silence for a while, and his answer echoed in the empty environment of the laboratory: "Yes."

"You also said that Uchiha's sharing eyes are produced by the special chakra that is produced by the loss of love. The stronger the eyes, the more losses and the more extreme the feelings, right?"

"Yes." This time the answer was more decisive, because all of this is an objective fact, but obviously he had something else to say, "But you..."

"Okay, I know."

Senju opened a pair of Uchiha's Sharingan, was regarded as Uchiha by the people present, had extreme emotions, Hua interrupted his unfinished words.

My rationality tells me that I am not calm now, don't be led by the nose by the enemy's malicious intentions, but my emotions directly overturned the table and yelled loudly for your calmness.

"Mr. Toma." With extreme emotions, I directly filled the honorifics, ignored the battlefield that had fallen into deathly silence from the beginning, and "calmly" called out to the person opposite again.

"I'm here." The concise and powerful response is Mr. Tomama's usual style, which is obviously different from my pretending to be calm. It seems that the person opposite is really calm.

I took a deep breath and began to work hard to mobilize my few Japanese special vocabulary.

Under the covert screen of an unknown number of people, the girl erupted with an unprecedented domineering aura: "You are really..."

"Ok?"

"idiot!"

"Varied……"

"No Road Race!"

"Wait……"

"Bag, Bag, Bag!"