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

I don't know what Mr. Hashirama did, the dark sky was covered by a rich green, even surrounded by towering trees like pillars of sky, surrounding the peach grove and the people in the peach grove.

"I've been alone for so long," the person supporting me leaned me lightly on the tail of the fox that slowly approached me, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Mr. Hashirama," I grabbed the branches and leaves emerging from the ground and held them tightly, but I couldn't even tear off a single leaf. "I couldn't stop Mr. Madara here, and I couldn't save many people. ..."

"You did a great job, Hua." His back was patted patiently by his free hand, "No one has done better than you."

"Really?"

"Of course," said the warm, lively voice with a smile, "Senju Hashirama never lies."

"Madara... a lot of things are kept in his heart and he doesn't say anything, even sometimes he can't see it when he clearly agrees with you, Uchiha's arrogance and pride are completely carried out by him, sometimes even I can't say it I can fully understand him." The ninja god who is about to become a father seems to treat me like a child, "As for the other thing you said, you can see for yourself—"

"Increase the damage threshold, increase the attack power and explosive power, and have both offense and defense." His tone was pure admiration, "It's really a good technique, what's it called?"

"Hua," I got stuck, and still said the name I got by accident: "...Heroes are made."

"Create a hero?" Mr. Hashirama mused, "Sounds like a story."

...That's because it's not my original name.

When I chose the name, I was unconscious, unable to speak and thinking of what to say. I never thought that the random words would be authorized by the original.

Seriously, there really is a Big Brother Flower...

"Ah, by the way, Huahua." Mr. Hashirama suddenly thought of something. "There is a problem."

"Huh?" My increasingly divergent thinking was pulled back by this sound, and I responded, "What's wrong?"

"Am I the first person to see your technique?"

"I don't know what your range is, but this is indeed the first time I've used this technique..."

"Yeah!" Mr. Hashirama's emotions rose at an abnormal speed, "I won!"

"...What are you proud of?"

"That's not important," Mr. Hashirama happily bypassed the topic, "Let's talk about the current situation first?"

I was successfully diverted from the topic, and sighed sincerely: "You finally got to the point."

Let me think about where to start -

"Yo!" At this moment, an enthusiastic voice suddenly galloped from a distance, "The living me over there—"

"Ah!" Mr. Hashirama waved his hand excitedly, "So it's me who is dead!"

Ok, it looks like I don't have to organize my language.

Three seconds later, the gods of the ninja world of the two worlds met on an epic level.

"You did a good job with this sky screen, you deserve to be 'me'!"

"'I' is not bad either, your ground pillar is really stable!"

"Of course hahahahaha!" X2

Then, Mr. First Generation cast his eyes on me.

Due to the situation, Mr. First Generation, who had not been able to talk to me before, was eager to be curious.

"Peach blossom?"

"Hua Hua," Mr. Hashirama corrected, "Senju Hua."

"Wow?"

"It's my sister." He introduced himself in another world with a proud tone: "It's my pride!"

"Sure enough," Mr. First Generation's voice was tinged with envy, "it's my sister."

"But I have a granddaughter, that's the one," Mr. First Generation said as his face turned cloudy and clear, pointing to the person who came from behind and proudly said: "It's called Kozuna, the current Hokage is also my pride! "

"Wow, granddaughter—" Mr. Hashirama honestly revealed his longing tone, "My Mito is not pregnant for long..."

Chirping, blah, blah blah.

In the safe environment created by the joint efforts of the two, these two unreliable but reliable mature ninjas briefly communicated with each other using their unique communication methods, and finally made a speech that only these two people can understand. Decide.

As a tool for them to open up the topic, sister Gang and I looked at each other silently.

I finally found out that this generation is messier than the ball of wool that cats have played with all day.

From this, it is reasonable to suspect that her previous expression of being inexplicable, extremely entangled, and hesitating to speak was thinking about this.

But that doesn't bother me.

I tentatively asked, "Sister Gang?"

——Let's talk about our own things!

One of the former Sannin who had seen the storm, the current Godaime quickly understood my thoughts and nodded calmly: "Yes."

Great, we're in agreement on that.

"Then it's settled, there's no problem on my side." The first generation Mr. looked up at the sky, "Your side?"

"There's no problem." Mr. Hashirama gave a thumbs up with the hand he just greeted, and the other hand was naturally still attached to my back, "I'll be fine in a while."

"Are you going to fight back?" I was instantly distracted, "Then I—"

"Huahua," Mr. Hashirama put a hand on my shoulder that was about to get up, and pushed me back slowly and unquestionably: "It's enough."

"This injury, even the coalition ninjas should go down and get repaired." The first-generation Mr. who didn't have much contact with each other frowned, and found that things were not simple, "This crazy fighting style..."

He turned to look at his other self, "It's not like you?"

My firm eyes suddenly flickered.

That's right, not like Mr. Hashirama, who is he like?

I silently watched this first-generation gentleman show a stiff smile in a short period of time from doubt, to thinking, to suddenly realizing.

"Okay," Mr. Hashirama glared at me with some headaches, "You stay with me, Nine Lamas, take care of her."

"But ten tails..." I tried to argue.

"Anxin," Mr. Hashirama withdrew his hand on my back, showing a murderous smile, "I'm the best at beating tailed beasts."

"That Heijue..." I haven't given up yet.

"He can't run away either." Mr. Hashirama's expression became more serious.

"Also, the moon..." I was dying.

"Ah, it seems that the moon also has a problem," Mr. Hashirama's voice finally revealed a trace of distress: "Well... then, Huahua, let's discuss it?"

Success?Mr. Hashirama is so easy to talk to?

The talkative Mr. Hashirama slowly completed the previous sentence: "Let me smash the moon, okay?"

"……what?"

"Good boy," my head was patted cautiously: "There is still a moon in our hometown, can I play with you?"

"Don't worry, we know more than you think." Mr. Hashirama looked up at the green sky where the protective target was lost and gradually dispersed, and said in a relaxed tone: "During the time you left , we are not just reforming and building Konoha.”

"You've already delivered all the information to us, we can't be indifferent," he blinked, and dropped a bombshell with a smile.

"Tobima and Madara have already dug through the black bottom."

"This, that's it." Feeling a murderous aura inexplicably, I obediently put away all my small thoughts, "Then I wish you good luck."

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but add another sentence: "...Please help me beat that black guy up more!"

Mr. Hashirama laughed, and waved his back to me, "Okay!"

Originally, I wanted to watch this peerless battle with my own eyes.

But, however, the problem is!

The physical strength I have squeezed many times has really reached its limit. After confirming that someone can withstand the falling sky and can fight back easily, an unprecedented sense of security surrounds me, and my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier...

The tip of the nose lingers with the pleasant scent of flowers that never existed in memory, the land below seems to have turned into a bed covered with petals, and the furry tails of the Nine Lamas wrap me around.

Very relaxing, very comfortable, and there will be no weird dreams.

So I fell asleep.

what--!

I just fell asleep!

Damn, how could this happen, what about Obito Uchiha?What about ten tails?What about Heijue?Where are the two Mr. Madara?Also, what about Kaguya Hime who was sealed on the moon?

When I closed and opened my eyes, what I saw was not an epic battle scene, but a spotless ceiling, I fell into deep self-doubt.

"woke up?"

While staring straight at the ceiling until his eyes were sore and he couldn't help blinking, a voice slowly reminded him: "Drink this first when you wake up."

I blinked slowly, rolled my eyes slowly, and saw Tomona-san's face.

I blinked again.

After 1 minute, I confirmed that there were no cracks on the face of this person, and he was alive.

"... Mr. Tomama?"

Keeping the movement of holding the medicine bottle, the person who let me stare at it for a long time put down the medicine, put his hands on his chest, and raised his eyebrows: "Stupid?"

"No." I buried half of my face in the quilt, and replied muffledly, "I didn't react."

"Don't guess," Mr. Tokina expressionless, unscrewed the cap with one hand, and pushed the open medicine bottle towards me, "You only slept for less than a day."

"Oh..." I was even more stunned.

"Drink it first." He kept a three-step distance from me and turned his back, "Talk about the rest slowly."

I slowly touched my body to make sure that I was dressed neatly, and then slowly got up.

There is no way, the whole person is light and light, and if you get up too fast, you will feel dizzy.

"Peach flavor," I sniffed the mouth of the bottle, taking a sip out of caution, "..."

...the smell of rust.

"Okay?" Tobima-san, who kept his back to me, stated without emotion, "The next three times a day."

"Okay." I drank the empty bottle obediently, straightened my grinning expression, and put the empty bottle back on the table, bringing up a topic, trying to draw my attention away from the weird taste on the back of my tongue, "They Woolen cloth?"

Turning back, Mr. Toikama stared at me silently for a while, and couldn't help but get hairy when he saw me, so he said, "On the moon."

"Wow!" My eyes lit up, and I subconsciously turned my head to look out the window.

During the day, nothing can be seen.

"The few ones who were particularly capable of fighting all went to the moon."

This should be the two Mr. Hashirama and the two Mr. Madara.

"Two contradictory ones just came back from a fight, both of them were injured, and they are lying next to you not far away."

This should be Naruto and Sasuke?

"A group of gathered people are mopping up their tails."

Well, this one is about the Ninja Alliance.

"The available medical ninjas are busy treating the wounded."

this……

Using my rusty little brain, I speculated that this probably explains why he is the only one in this ward?

I nodded understandingly.

After all, it's useless to send ordinary medical ninjas in my situation.

Very good, the questions have been answered, satisfied.

Tobima-san kept his eyes focused, waited patiently for me to finish turning my head, sighed, and stuffed something into my hand.

I squeezed subconsciously, and a rustling sound came out of my hand.

sugar?

"Squeeze the taste," the bottle was taken back, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

The tone was full of the meaning of "go to sleep after asking questions".

"Did Toma-san come here by relying on Mr. Second Generation and Mr. Bofeng's Flying Thunder God?" I lowered my head and concentrated on fighting against the packaging. It was still difficult to do this delicate operation with my pale, bloodless fingers. ,"……Um?"

"No, I left Flying Thunder God on you earlier...what's the matter?"

"...nothing" I stared blankly at the long slit that was artificially torn open on the package, then silently followed the opening and tore——

OK, open.

"Another Flying Thunder God?" I chewed on the peach-flavored candy, recalling the places Mr. Second Generation focused on scanning in my mind.

Is it on the back?

I unconsciously reached behind and touched it.

When did it happen?

Probably because the entanglement on my face was too obvious, before I could ask Mr. Togama's explanation came: "At the beginning you insisted on fighting Kyuubi."

"Ah, it's so early." I tried to remember, but failed. "……Can not remember."

No, wait a minute.

Since Fei Leishen has always been there, I thought that without Fei Leishen, I would have no scruples...

Ah this.

I silently met eyes with Mr. Tomama, who was not quite right from the beginning.

I swallowed.

I decided to strike first.

"Between the door—"

"You should know, too," he cut me off quickly. "Once the mark of the Flying Thunder God is marked, it will always exist."

I clicked, and subconsciously followed his words: "Isn't this good?"

The mark won't be broken when it hits the body, isn't it good?

"I'll solve it..." His next words were blocked by my answer, and he turned a corner abruptly, "What's good?"

Facing the red eyes that looked over inquiringly, at this moment, my brain was spinning wildly.

It is known that my connection with Togama-san and Hashirama-san is all maintained by this Fei Leishen, but now I see that what Mr. Tomama-san did not say is to solve this connection.

Hiss, I feel that he is no longer angry, this is directly to sentence me to death.

When I came to this conclusion, I was shocked, and my desire to survive was instantly full.

"Solution, what solution?" I covered my back vigilantly, thanking my flexibility, this action was successfully completed, "Do you want to eliminate this?"

"Listen to me, this imprint was left hastily at the beginning, and it only has a simple transmission function." Mr. Tomama rubbed his forehead with a headache: "After this imprint is erased, I will leave you another one that is convenient to carry and A tool for transformation, besides..."

"What, you really want to eliminate it?"

"No, listen to me carefully..."

"That's okay, right?" It's too unsafe to just cover it with my hands. Seeing that I can't get away with it, I stepped back, pressed my whole back against the wall, and bared my teeth fiercely: "——You do not come!"

Mr. Tomama's raised foot stopped in the air, and he confronted me at a distance.

Seeing that his attitude has loosened, I took advantage of the victory to pursue, sadly: "Mr. Fei, Fei Jian——"

"Speak well," said Mr. Tokima, with bruised veins on his forehead, "I'm listening."

"Oh." Seeing that this trick didn't work, I rubbed my face silently. To be honest, I'm already a little tired after all this. "Then listen carefully."

"I think the imprint left on the body is very good!" I opened my eyes wide, trying to show the sincerity and love in it,

"I love so much!"

So, please, stop being mad!

"..." This is probably the first time that Mr. Feima sighed after meeting me, "Are you serious?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Once this research is stopped, it will not be started again. There is only this chance. If you want to regret it next time, you will..."

"Never regret it!" I vowed to clenched my fist.

"……what ever."

"yeah!"

He gave up!

"Okay, you can come down from the wall you're attached to."

"What kind of expression do you have? I keep my word."

"...Forget it, I'll go out first, there are still many things to be settled outside, and a lot of useful information needs to be integrated."

"Your body is exhausted, and you should sleep for a while, don't worry, we are all here."

"And," he put his hand on the doorknob, suddenly thought of something, and added: "You pressed the wrong position just now."

I cautiously watched him push the door out, the sound of footsteps receded, and then I silently tore myself off the wall.

Block the doors and windows first.

Then, out of curiosity, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

He turned his back and lifted his clothes.

"……Wow."

I looked at the image reflected in the mirror.

Indeed, I was completely out of position before.

Not so much the back, but the shoulders and neck?

The mark of the Flying Thunder God is just below the markings on the nape of the neck. The two patterns are connected together, like a mysterious tattoo.

...is it pretty?

Satisfied, I put down my clothes, washed my face, took a shower, and silently got back into the quilt against the steam all over my body.

go to bed.