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

The moon is big and round tonight, which is suitable for family reunion.

I calmly slid off Sister Gang's back, quietly and nonchalantly took half a step back.

"Everyone...good evening?"

I smiled awkwardly but politely, and pushed sister Gang out.

Look, sister Gang, that is the grandfather who loves you the most!

I'm so glad I'm still on the battlefield now, and all irrelevant reminiscences will be put back. As for what they think about and what conclusions they draw...

What does that have to do with my innocent self?

I, not at all, don't want to know what these few people have deduced from the existing conditions.

Strange to say, among the three people who scolded me the most, beat me the hardest, and were responsible for the bottom line in the end, I was actually the one who loved me the most, Mr. Hashirama, who seemed very talkative.

Especially at this stall where I just did something wrong, I don't really want to face this exact same face.

These people should have just arrived here, and they should be collecting information and judging the situation now.

The first generation is learning about the overall battle situation from the current Hokage, the second generation is silently analyzing the audience, and the third generation is talking to a ninja next to it in a low voice.

So I approached Mr. Fourth, who was really easy to talk to, and the matter at hand came to an end.

"Mr. Bofeng," I resisted the urge to turn my head against the sight that drifted over from behind me from time to time, rummaged through my brain full of water, and dug out social skills that had been useless for a long time: "We meet again .”

"Yeah," the blond man touched the back of his head, "I don't think you're surprised at all."

"..."

This person seems to be a bit naturally black.

With a gleaming smile on my face, I turned my dull head to think.

What to say next?Can I just skip them and go to fight?

Then I realized I didn't have to worry about it.

Kurama came down from the sky with its nine tails blown up, carefully not hitting me, but hitting between me and Namikaze Minato viciously.

The smoke and dust brought up by the wind perfectly covered his face.

And I met an angry fox face.

"Why did you make yourself look like this again?"

Facing the first friend I made from the same world, my tense mind suddenly relaxed, and then my brain, which was already struggling to function, declared a strike, so I started to talk and skipped my mind: "Just, don't Be careful to hit the head again."

...why do I say again?

"I knew it," the fox bared its thick canine teeth, and narrowed its golden eyes dangerously: "Who is it this time?"

I put my hand on the nose in front of me and touched it, it was moist.

Is a healthy dog ​​hook.

Just a little fierce.

I judged vaguely, and the outstretched hand unconsciously comforted and patted.

The fox who was close at hand was silent for a while, and then silent for a while.

"Have you been beaten stupid?"

"Ah?" I paused seriously, "Isn't it? Mr. Madara seems to be merciful in the end."

The fox who was reluctant on the surface actually cooperated with me to lower his head, raised his head sharply, his eyes were like copper bells, and his voice was doubled:

"Uchiha Madara?!"

He accuses loudly in an accusatory tone of 'you don't call me for such a good thing': "You didn't say it earlier!"

"I said it was the two of us who were beaten together," I retorted confidently, "That Mr. Madara beat someone really painful."

"Didn't you win the fight?"

"That's impossible, I ran away."

"Ha!" laughed loudly.

"What are you laughing at, no one can beat Mr. Madara, except Mr. Madara!" I put my hips on my hips again, not to be outdone, and vowed to overwhelm this fox in my voice, "Mr. Madara is the strongest!"

"No, which side are you on?"

"That goes without saying, of course it's me." I opened my hands and embraced the furious fox's head, swearing, "Because the Nine Lamas are on my side!"

The furious fox turned off the fire.

"Pfft-"

A voice that was obviously holding back laughter came, and I suddenly turned around alertly.

"Who? Who's laughing!"

"Hahahaha!" Seeing that he was discovered, he simply didn't hide, and the first generation who smiled generously with his gums exposed did not speak, and gave me a thumbs up from a long distance away.

So I found that many people were glancing at this side with vague eyes.

I calmly returned a thumb to the first generation who was looking expectantly at me.

Then, I tilted my head with a polite smile, and whispered to the big head next to me: "Nine Lamas, do you think something is wrong with me?"

"You just found out? I didn't say it at the beginning," the fox's head lowered his voice in cooperation, and it sounded buzzing: "Did you get beaten stupid."

"Impossible, I'm sober now."

"Then let me ask you, you... no, I mean," in the hallucination of the sound of smashing the wall that was getting closer, the fox's serious voice suddenly turned 180 degrees, with a strong sense of watching the excitement. , "What is the relationship between Senjujuma and you?"

That must be—

"Reliable Nissan!"

"...Thousand-hand door?"

This seems to be the second question, right?

"Y-also Nissan?"

"..." The fox's voice was as difficult as swallowing the tailed beast jade that he sprayed out, "Uchiha Madara?"

"Hmm..." I frowned, lost in thought.

I remembered the reinforcements that arrived first when I played the first string.

I clenched my fist with one hand and tapped on the palm of my hand, suddenly realizing.

"—Oni-chan!"

As soon as the words fell, a golden meteor fell from the sky and smashed a deep hole.

Two hands shining with sunlight tremblingly protruded from the bottom of the deep pit, supported the ground and pulled it out, and then a golden head pushed out.

Naruto Uzumaki's face that seemed particularly aggrieved for some reason was revealed.

"Nine Lama No. [-], it's been a long time since you said hello..." The young man muttered, and saw the man who had already flashed to the edge of the pit and stretched out his hand.

Blue eyes meet golden eyes.

"... Dad?"

The boy's golden eyes blinked vigorously, then widened, widened, brighter and brighter.

"I shouldn't be late, am I?" the man smiled and clenched his outstretched hand into a fist, sending it to the boy, "Naruto?"

"Of course—" the boy couldn't help but laughed, the big and small smiles were exactly the same, and the two fists of the same size touched lightly, "It's just the right time!"

The moment the fists clashed, the two Nine-Tails Chakras, one Yin and one Yang, belonging to this world returned to their positions, and the golden Nine-Tails Chakra was passed from the boy's side to the other side like a burning flame.

I kept my head tilted, watching the boy who came down aggressively forget his original intention, and brought his father back the same way.

Then, several Hokages who had exchanged information confronted Jubi.

It was only me who was held in place by everyone.

The kind that Jiu Lama watched specially.

Almost every person I know who passes by me will give me a loving look, and then rush to the battlefield without looking back.

Including sister Gang who looked at me several times with very complicated eyes that hesitated to speak.

"..." It took me a while to recover my voice, who had never expected this operation, "Why don't you go up, Nine Lamas?"

"Naruto no longer needs me." Jiu Lama buzzed. "He has his own nine lamas."

"The Nine Lamas over there finally approve of him?" I tilted my head, and said along with his topic, "You have worked hard during this time to help."

"Don't worry about it being too early, it's just the beginning," Nine Lama shook his hair, and several tails wrapped around me, "I'm so delirious that I'm asking what to say, and I'm still thinking about others."

"Nonsense! My mind is super clear, the kind with 1080P60 frames—"

"You can shut up," a shrunken tail twitched on my head, "When can you not be brave."

"I can't help it, you know me," I honestly admitted that it didn't hurt at all, "I can't just leave it alone."

"..."

"Kurama."

"Ah."

"I kind of miss Mr. Hashirama."

"Ah."

"I want to go home."

"Ah."

"A little tired, still sleepy, want to sleep."

"Then sleep, this is not your world."

"no……"

"Smelly bug."

"……Feel sorry."

"Why do you apologize to me? You didn't say it yourself. I'm on your side."

The gigantic fox gathered the nine tails flying behind it, and tightly wrapped the girl in the middle with dizzy pupils.

Therefore, all the injuries, the aftermath of ninjutsu, the momentum of the explosion, the scattered sand in the sky, and the blood that gradually spread in the distance, could not get close to her at all.

But the war did not stop because of this, but intensified.

Unexpectedly, Uchiha Madara, who was reincarnated in the dirt, could really be dragged, alone, and Uchiha Obito, who was forced to the edge, was arguing loudly with the white-haired ninja standing at the forefront of the coalition forces.

His expression was visibly shaken by the naked eye.

He waved away the hands stretched out by his teachers and comrades-in-arms, but he was shaken by the younger generation who had the same dream, the same character, and was almost exactly the same as him.

Hidden in the dark and calling himself "Uchiha Madara's Will", Heijue is about to move, and jumps out——

He was hit by Chidori's flashing thunder, the spiral pill ready to go, and the knife light cutting in from the side.

Most of the unidentified ninjas received the order to kill this unknown object first at the same time.

So more people are rushing forward.

Up to now, everything is going according to the plan of the coalition military division.

My deliberate and blunt concealment finally worked, and Mr. Lu Jiu really understood my hint.

Hold Uchiha Madara back, persuade Uchiha Obito, and find out who is behind the scenes with a high probability.

But just when I was about to leave to help, Ten Tails, who was restrained by the four Hokages, angrily broke away from the surrounding.

Variables appear.

Could it be that there was too much blood splattered on the ground, so much that the snow-white moon in the sky turned bloody.

Through the gap between the tails of the Nine Lamas, I dazedly saw the reddish moon.

The sky is falling heavily.

"Oops," I murmured. "...The world is mutating."

"What?" Nine Lama's forced voice came from above, "Speak louder——"

The gust of wind suddenly picked up, and there were bursts of muffled thunder. My voice had already been covered and blown away.

Ten tails are interfering with natural energy with countless chakras.

After it reads the article, earthquakes, thunderstorms, tornadoes, floods... all natural disasters will come one after another.

It is a natural disaster.

Sensing the unprecedented crisis, the hair on Jiu Lama's body exploded uncontrollably, but he did not retreat.

Shulang's tail wrapped around me but became more tightly entwined.

Those ninjas did not retreat either.

The two golden lights echo each other, huge trees are rising from the ground, the light of the Flying Thunder God is faintly visible, and the golden cudgel of the ape is rushing straight up.

They may not know that what they are going to face next is a terrible disaster from nature, but when they know it, it is too late.

Even now, if you retreat, where can you retreat?

I realized it was time.

He should be able to use Wooden Dungeon once with the energy he had accumulated through resting.

But that's not enough, far from enough.

Thinking of this, I tore all the wounds on my body that could be opened.After undergoing continuous treatment by Sister Gang, the skin trauma and minor injuries have all healed, and most of the remaining ones are fatal injuries that heal slowly and difficult.

And the blood flowing out from these torn wounds, the blood I mixed with natural energy, should be of great use at this time.

Be cautious and decisive, and make a decision that is most suitable and useful.

There is only one chance.

Almost synchronously, before my thoughts cleared up, my hands took the lead in making a gesture.

"Woodun—"

Anyway, all wood escapes have the same starting hand.

But among so many wooden escapes inherited from Mr. Hashirama, the only one I found out by myself is that one——

"flower."

Brown branches emerge from dark green roots, and five-petaled flowers bloom.

Just like in the Taisho period, I have never, and have not been able to see Kasuga Momoyama, the blood-soaked land is covered with powder.

There are no miscellaneous trees in the middle, and the fallen petals are colorful.

As the caster, I swayed, and an unstoppable thirst welled up in my throat.

This peach forest mixed with my blood is no longer just the peach forest that only hypnotized at the beginning.

Peach blossoms, peach forests... Deng Lin.

In the myth and legend of Kua Fu chasing the sun, "Dao died of thirst, abandoned his staff; turned into Deng Lin" Deng Lin.

It is the flesh and blood of the overconfident and the bone of the fearless hero.

"If there is really a big brother of Paradise Flower watching here, I hope you won't be angry at my plagiarism..."

This time, I exhausted even the strength to sit, raised the corners of my mouth in joy, and fell back.

"This trick, I would like to call it..."

"Heroes are made."

'Not at all~'

A voice that sounded very frivolous said happily, "Hua Hua showed me a great story~"

...?

Someone is talking?

'Then as a thank you~ let me think about how to say it...Okay, that's all. 'The voice completely ignored my doubts and snapped its fingers.

'Alohomora'

"boom--!!!"

What landed faster than the thunder from the sky was a thousand-handed Buddha who had traveled through countless time and space storms.

The breath of the mountains, the breath of the forest, and the surge of the storm that is about to rain, formed a long-lost reunion, and landed beside me.

"Sorry, I seem to be very late."

"Where's the matter?" I felt the broad palm supporting my back, followed by a surge of vitality that no one could compare with.

"You came just in time."