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

This is probably the most gentle time since I met Mr. Madara.

But this does not prevent him from fighting the most fiercely.

Two giant Susanoos that stood shoulder to shoulder with mountains and rivers collided.

——As if he foresaw his own fate from this inhumane battle.

Mr. Madara has always been like this, I praise you, this does not prevent me from hitting you.

Being half dissuaded and half forced to hold me in place, I trembled and patted my arm that was on my body: "Sister Gang...Sister Gang?"

"I'm here," the owner of the arm moved, and then a light golden head moved closer to me. Although the number of words was deliberately reduced, I still heard a nasal voice: "What's wrong?"

"I suggest that you can prepare to retreat." Let's run first.

"……Um?"

It must be an auditory hallucination, otherwise how could I hear the responsibility of "Are you so good?" from a single modal particle.

I deeply reflected on my behavior, and finally admitted reluctantly that the previous state of exhaling more air and less inhaling was indeed quite scary.

The previous series of operations were not very well behaved.

But this isn't Mr. Madara coming.

I am no longer alone!

Even if it's just a chakra, it's still Mr. Madara, and his combat power will not be affected at all.

You can even let go and fight casually.

I unilaterally conclude that Mr. Madara is also very satisfied with the current state.

"Then we are useless here," so I explained patiently: "Mr. Madara will never allow others to intervene in his battle."

Not to mention that he was obviously blown out of anger, and the real thing might be dealt with by the two of them first.

"Your Mr. Madara?"

"Uh...no," I struggled with this profound question for a second, carefully chose to skip it, turned to look at the big sister with long red hair who asked the question, and said honestly, "It's better to say, every People named Uchiha Madara are all like this, right?"

"Oh? It looks like she doesn't understand anything yet," the red-haired elder sister, the fifth Mizukage Terumimei, raised her lips, "Is it the same intuitive system as Naruto?"

……I do not know what you're talking about.

I turned my head silently.

Obviously, this unmasked Mizukage-sama will not give up such a good opportunity to obtain information, nor will he be persuaded by a word of mine.

Except for sister Gang, whose threshold was raised by my series of operations, the other four shadows are not so easy to talk to.

But my goal is not to persuade these people, as long as sister gang listens to me!

I have to say that I had a lot of frustration from the previous return without success. Coupled with the serious injury and blood loss, the exhaustion and sleepiness that flooded in made me look a little sleepy.

I pursed my lips, not wanting to continue talking.

Then Kazekage Gaara agreed to my proposal.

The young leader with thick dark circles nodded friendly to me. Behind him, a huge sandpaper gourd poked out a strand of gold sand, pinched itself into a claw, and waved it slightly.

It's Shouhe.

A strange, precious kindness.

...I think I can do it again!

In an instant, I branched, branched...not branched.

"Huahua——" probably opened Baihao's face in order to convey a large amount of life force. Several thick veins popped out on Baihao's face. Sister Gang smiled very kindly, and pressed it firmly with all her strength. I.

"What do you want to do?"

In fact, I just wanted to use my words, and I planned to show my love and reason, and I was obedient for a second, and I lay down at a faster speed than before.

The rich experience of being scolded made me skillfully choose not to participate in the debate, and closed my eyes weakly and peacefully.

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At least, before rushing to the battlefield on Naruto's side, take the time to rest.

Under the command of the Five Kages, the army of the Fourth Army chose to retreat in an orderly manner, and sent support to the second army at the forefront.

The quick and efficient evacuation of such a large group of people naturally couldn't escape the two who were manipulating Susanoo to shake the ground.

"Retreat." The old man reincarnated from the dirt was thoughtful, and he saw the girl who was protected in the middle of the crowd at a glance.

In the next second, two dark blue chakra knives collided heavily, and two pairs of identical kaleidoscopes located in the center of Susan's forehead looked at each other through the blue barrier.

A kind of communication that only "Uchiha Madara" can understand is going on silently.

However, not long after, the reincarnation of the dirty soil suddenly broke this silence, and suddenly asked: "Is that your (recognized) Thousand Hands?"

His opponent didn't speak, but just withdrew his eyes, and his attack became more violent.

At the same time, scattered on the battlefields in various places, the reincarnators who fought with the coalition forces had a meal at the same time, and then, the heavy body cracked like a clod of soil that had lost its moisture, and the light soul came out of it, exuding a sense of joy. The white light floated up towards the night sky.

This represents the birth of another victory in the rear that no one knows about, and it has brought about the complete dissolution of this large-scale reincarnation of filth.

A young soul wearing a Konoha forehead guard traveled a long distance by relying on the unique "spiritualization technique", and passed by the fourth troop marching in a hurry.

Tsunade, who was leading the way with the bloody girl on his back, suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing from his sleeves.

Transparent, light blue long hair brushed her shoulders with the gentle wind.

'Great, you don't look like you need my help anymore. '

Tsunade turned her head knowingly, and what she saw was the questioning look of the white-haired ninja who had been guarding her side all the time.

"No, it's nothing." Tsunade laughed, the glimmer of light dissipating in his curved eyes.

'To live, to be happy, Gang. '

--of course.

……

I am extremely grateful that my curiosity once allowed me to learn the breathing method to stop bleeding.

Too many skills do not overwhelm me, my ancestors sincerely do not deceive me.

In this world full of natural energies and celestial arts, the breathing method from another world seems to have evolved into some amazing skill.

The lost blood cannot be replenished within a short period of time, but I used the introduced natural energy to compress it into water without a teacher, and mixed it in the blood vessels, pretending to be blood.

He even muddled through it in a muddleheaded way!

Forcibly renewing my life with crooked ways, I felt a little guilty for a while.

The whole person is light and light, so it shouldn't be a big problem, ha, ha ha ha...

There is no way, the next is the final decisive battle. When I shared the information, I took into account the terrible concealment ability of this world, so I dare not say everything.

This has also led to the fact that the only person who is currently wary of him and who can stop him is me.

I must recover my combat power as soon as possible.

Anyway, no one can see it, as long as I hide this wave well, and then recuperate after the battle, no one will know my suffocation operation this wave.

Great, perfect plan!

And, one more thing.

Since Mr. Madara appeared, Sharingan, which I had opened for a long time, finally closed.

——The reason is still unknown.

But there are so many unsolved mysteries about me, and this one is not bad.

I gave up thinking about it with a big heart, and started to pay attention to the roar of impact that has been ringing in my ears since just now.

Bang, clang, not so much the sound of smashing the door as it is the sound of smashing the wall.

I don't know which strong man it is, it has been from noon to the climax of the moon, and the sound is getting closer and closer.

Rough calculations will not take long to get here.

——I have to say, it's really fierce, and it's really a role model for my generation.

I couldn't hold back my itchy heart, and let go of my perception carefully.

... There was no alarm, not an enemy, but a sense of peace of mind?

Is it reinforcements?

Is there such a person in Konoha's memory at this time?

Forget it, I don't want to.

I shook my head, put the sudden excited response behind me, and began to think about the right time to "recover" my combat power.

In the distance, the coalition battlefield dominated by the red chakras of the two Nine Lamas can already be seen.

We were greeted by double Nine Lamas, Naruto in Nine-Tails Chakra Mode, and——

I met Mr. Hashirama, who was looking at me curiously with his big piercing eyes, AKA [-]st Daime·Dirty Earth Reincarnation ver. He was sweeping around me probingly, and the focus of his gaze stopped behind me. Mr. Togama for a while AKA Second Daime · Dirty Land Reincarnation ver..

It was difficult to pass by these two strong chakras, and the third Hokage, whose appearance and age were not at the same level as these two, stood aside with a smile on his hands, and standing next to him was...

——The one who was looking at me with an indescribably guilty expression, Yong Daimei, Naruto's father.

My expression gradually frightened.

What did you say when I didn't know——

Mr. Namikaze Minato! !