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

The yellow sand scorched the sun, and the fire was extinguished.

A B-level ninjutsu was used by Uchiha Madara with the effect of an S-level ninjutsu. The sea of ​​flames almost surrounded the entire ninja alliance. With the moist wind unique to the Land of Fire, the figure tore through the dry desert and crashed into the sea of ​​fire on the waves of water.

This person's speed was too fast, causing the smell of soil and the slightly sweet sap of the grass and trees on her body to disperse, the violent chakra airflow wrapped around her body, and the green tree leaves were torn uncontrollably, blown by the airflow Wrapped around irregularly.

Almost in a blink of an eye, the figure was submerged into the sea of ​​flames, the flying leaves ended its guard, and they were blown high into the sky by the transpiration airflow, so the scenery that could only be seen in Konoha was brought here by this person.

Who is this guy?

it's me.

I don't think I've ever felt better.

It has been too long since the last fight with Mr. Madara, so long that what remains in my memory is only the majestic towering mountain looking up from the foot of the mountain, and the inaccessibility of the mountain top above the clouds.

I thought I had long forgotten the anticipation and enjoyment when I launched impossible challenges to this peak, but the facts tell me that my body always remembers.

After a long absence, the silent markings on the back of the neck spread, the flames climbed up the side of the neck and reached the end of the eyes, and the hot blood poured over the whole body.

The burning sensation ignited the belligerent factor that was crawling and sleeping in the body, the scar across the heart could no longer affect its beating, all the thoughts and concerns entrenched in the brain were cleared with one click, there was a large amount of catecholamine neurotransmitters being produced, and the heart was full of excitement. Pleasure and pleasure overpower exhaustion and fear.

So, I can no longer tolerate any other existence in my eyes.

I am no longer the original me, and Mr. Madara is not the same Mr. Madara.

But this heart will not change.

This one-

The first punch that came from thousands of miles broke through the curtain of flames, and came whistling with flying leaves. The man standing alone behind the sea of ​​flames raised his eyebrows, and shifted his black-gloved hands casually, stabilizing Clenched his small fist.

I met those long-lost Sharingan eyes, and gave a provocative smile.

You don't think that my first meeting ceremony is so shabby after running the distance of a country at full speed?

In the next second, a huge force exploded from the contact surface between the fist and palm, Uchiha Madara's feet were directly shaken to open a deep hole, the yellow sand exploded, I rotated the center of the fist, and used his brief distraction to dissolve the blow In an instant, he turned his fist into a palm, slid down against his palm, flipped his wrist, exerted force on the back of his hand, and grabbed his only exposed forearm!

Uchiha Madara reacted very quickly, and simply dropped his imprisoned right hand abruptly, and grabbed my shoulder. The two sides exchanged, and I didn't want to let go. Naturally, my right shoulder was inevitably locked immediately, and my humerus was locked. The pain of continuous squeezing came through the rough fabric, and my right hand was forced to loosen.

But it's not over!

Maintaining a highly purposeful aggressiveness, I retreated briefly, with short shoulders, relying on the flexibility of a female body, twisted, turned around, leaned on Uchiha Madara's right arm that had not yet withdrawn, rotated and pulled closer, and at the same time with my left hand Elbow, hit!

"Kick!"

My left elbow and his right rib cracked in response to the sound, and at the same time, thanks to Senshou's physique and the characteristics of reincarnation of dirt, the wounds on both sides healed quickly the moment the sound appeared.

This time the confrontation was tied, but I maintained an offensive posture and was dunked again.

Because of the shortening of the distance, this time the one that was imprisoned was changed from the left shoulder to the right shoulder, and the attacking left shoulder was right against his gaping breastplate, and both sides had one hand left.

Almost at the same time, my free right hand collided with his free left hand again!

"boom!"

Both parties failed to stop the blow, the steaming water vapor mixed into the flying sand, and the visibility of the field of vision dropped rapidly, and I felt the pull of my right hand being held. A sudden sweep of the palm.

But my tendency to lean back did not stop until my drooping hair touched the soft yellow sand. The opponent was forced to loosen the restraint because of this too tortured posture, and my ready-to-go whip leg took the opportunity to kick upwards.

This is a murderous perfect lower back.

"Bang!"

The touch and sound of hitting the musculoskeletal muscles, I didn't turn my head back, and took this opportunity to flip backwards.

We fought face to face, and finally regained the sanity that had been lost from the steaming air. I squeezed my elbow that had healed, and stood firmly at the forefront of the coalition forces.

In the very center of my field of vision, the man who took half a step back patted the breastplate that had been restored to its original state, and the three-hook jade that was shining red was stuck on my body.

"Thousands...?"

My mature and steady momentum suddenly collapsed, and I couldn't restrain the corners of my mouth from rising: "That's right!"

Finally no one calls Uchiha in my eyes anymore!

So I threw away the rationality I had finally regained in an instant. I twisted my joints that were in perfect condition, and made a gesture that I used most often and was most familiar with.

"Thousand-handed flowers!"

The Taijutsu inherited from Mr. Hashirama has been branded on every inch of my muscles and bones that have been beaten to pieces, and now, I can finally proudly show it in the five major countries now that Qianshou Taijutsu is in decline. in front of.

Because, my opponent is Uchiha Madara.

"Please enlighten me!"

With a kick, I rushed out of the formation again.

As for the words that came one after another in the rear, and the loudest "Senior Huahua——", what is that?

I can not hear--

……

"The person here is from Konoha?"

"It's too messy, that Uchiha Madara can't be dealt with by himself..."

"Wait a minute, I just received the latest news from the headquarters..."

"... Huh? What are you talking about, let them fight?"

"Are you kidding, then..."

The young fifth Kazekage suddenly interrupted the questioning one after another: "No, let her go."

Someone couldn't understand the captain's decision: "Lord Gaara?"

The little old man on the side hung his hands in the air, "It's really unbelievable, but look carefully at those two people—"

Their eyes followed the words of the third generation of Tsuchikage and looked at the two people who were going back and forth relying on pure taijutsu, and the oldest ninja asked in their ears: "Who among us has the confidence to be able to do it?" Inserting this situation won't affect her performance?"

"Let's watch it for the time being." In the end, Gaara made a decision, "The sensory ninja should pay attention to the traces of the second generation of Tsuchikage, and the rest of you, hurry up and heal your wounds, and don't waste the time that one bought us!"

Afterwards, he lowered his voice and asked his friends, "This is the secret weapon you mentioned? Naruto... Naruto?"

"Ah, I'm listening," the shadow clone boy looked ahead without blinking, "I've never seen..."

"See what?"

"Senior Huahua let go of her fighting skills to the fullest, and...the way she smiles so happily."

"..."

"Thousands of hands...flowers, huh?"

……

I really had a good time.

This Mr. Madara didn't know why, although his subordinates didn't show mercy, he was still patiently fighting me with martial arts. This kind of feeling that he can go all out without any scruples, and the opponent is also responding seriously, It's been too long.

The perception that has not been moved for a long time is playing a role. I have always believed that the ideas of the two sides in the battle can always be transmitted to each other through the battle. I am enjoying the reunion with you in another world. What about you?

Why is your heart empty and barren?

It seemed to be impatient, and after another fight-hedging-separation, Uchiha Madara didn't move anymore, but stayed where he was: "That's it."

I stopped as promised and looked back in confusion.

"After fighting with you for so long, the people behind you have almost cultivated themselves." He made a posture with both hands, "I'm already very tolerant."

I……

I took a deep breath.

I'm a little upset, but I did have this idea, but I don't believe he didn't understand my real intention!

First-class ninjas can understand each other's thoughts as long as they fight each other. Is it because I am not a ninja?

No, no, calm down, Huahua, this is not your Madara-san, don't treat him the same way you did him.

I kept a precious silence, watching the seal seal, the familiar blue chakra condensed into a translucent chakra giant, not a full-body tengu warrior, the giant's structure can only reach the upper body, Ribs and spines and a layer of blue floating on the surface, the giant's four intertwined hands, each holding a broad blade.

Looking at this familiar Susanoo and familiar Chakra, my eyes sting.

It was at this moment of the brief stalemate that an old man's hand was pressed against my back. There was no malice, and I naturally did not avoid it.

"—Earth Dungeon·Ultra-Light Heavy Rock Technique."

The voice behind me fell, and I clearly felt that the weight of my whole body was light, and the gravity and gravitational force of this planet could no longer hinder me.

I turned around and met the eyes of the little old man with gray hair and beard.

"Although I didn't know who you were before, you are going to stop him, right?" The oldest man in the ninja world patted me on the back, "Then go with firm belief!"

"Thank you." I thanked him politely, and indeed strengthened my belief, but I remained silent and did not respond to his first half sentence.

Slightly sideways, behind me, there are a large number of ninja coalition troops wearing foreheads with the word "nin".

Different skin colors, different dressing habits, from the five major countries, the former enemies wore the same forehead.

[I have always dreamed that one day, ninjas will be able to help each other regardless of national boundaries, and work together to form a whole. This is the dream in my heart... for the future. 】

Mr. Hashirama's dream came true.

In a way that Mr. Madara stands on the opposite side of everyone.

At this moment, perhaps Mr. Madara, who is watching all this through my eyes, is thinking?

"...Mr. Madara." I whispered, even I didn't know who was listening to whom, the dry wind blew my words away, and no one could hear: "I will not give up."

What to give up?

There was no audience and certainly no one to ask questions.

And I, who left these words, condensed a huge chakra naginata in my hand.

——After the physical training, it's time for the knife training.

"Please, look at me!"