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

I've entered the magical stage of eating my sleep like a meal.

I was woken up on time every day, and was given a bottle of unknown medicine.

When I was more conscious, I forced myself to take a shower. Most of the time I was in a trance, squinting my eyes and rinsing my mouth in the water cup handed over by the person next to me, then fell back to sleep.

Interestingly, my ward seemed to be a check-in point.

Sister Gang's subordinates and a few medical ninjas are more common. Sometimes I just sneaked over from a busy schedule to meet a few acquaintances I woke up from, and once I met the first, second, third and fourth generations who were reincarnated from the dirt of this world.

...is very confusing.

This time it was Mr. Madara.

It is said that there are too many things that have ended recently, and the shadows reincarnated from the dirty soil do not want to stay in this world for a long time. The first generation and the second generation have found themselves in another world one after another, probably because they have entrusted them.

Therefore, Mr. Feijian's workload increased out of thin air in a short period of time, and he even drafted a lot of topics. In short, he was too busy to touch the ground.

And someone who had almost finished the battle happily mixed into the streets and alleys of Konoha with another self.

This is probably the unique way of communication between Senshouzhu.

I met Mr. Hashirama a few times when I woke up. He was quite happy. He marveled at the difference between the two worlds from time to time.

As for Mr. Madara... I mean Uchiha Madara who was reincarnated from the dirt.

"Let's go after the moon is blown," Mr. Madara stared at me as I finished filling today's medicine, and said casually, "There is no point in staying."

"Ah," I was stunned, even forgetting to suppress the smell of rust in my mouth, "Is that so..."

But with your appearance, you have definitely skipped a lot of the past!

I scratched my head in distress, not knowing what to say.

Mr. Madara glanced at me, "Your intuition always works at times like this."

"...?" When did my intuition fail?

My eyes filled with refutation perfectly shot to nothing.

A scroll was handed over.

I subconsciously leaned forward and looked at this plain-looking scroll carefully, but I didn't see anything.

I looked up at Mr. Madara with doubts in his eyes.

"Seal the scroll," Mr. Madara turned his hand, and the scroll opened. "Hand out."

A round fan landed in my subconsciously outstretched hand.

After seeing the appearance of the weapon, I raised my head suddenly, "This is—"

"'Uchiha Madara' for you."

Mr. Madara didn't even move his brows, as if it was an ordinary thing, he raised his hand, and naturally led me to adjust the position of my hand.

"Hold it like this... that's it."

I followed his movements and lowered my head, looking at the round fan in my hand, the sound was still coming from my head.

"I was going to give you a set, but considering that you already have a knife, you will not give up after thinking about it... What are you in a daze for?"

"Mr. Madara, that is to say..." An unbelievable speculation arose in my mind, and it became clearer and clearer.

"Actually, there is no failure like I imagined, right!"

My eyes sparkled when I figured it out, and I approached in three steps at a time, holding the handle of the big round fan tightly in my hand.

"—what I do is meaningful!"

"Innocence," those black eyes looking down at me reflected my smiling face, and the voice that responded to me was also tinged with a rare smile, "Who knows what 'Uchiha Madara' thinks .”

The refolded scroll tapped my head gently: "Go back and sit down, how long are you going to stay so close?"

"Hey, it doesn't hurt." I caught the scroll rolling down from my head with my other hand, imitated his previous movement, spread it out, stuffed the weapon in the same way, and put it in my arms. "Thank you Mr. Madara and Mr. Madara!"

"Then now," I sat down obediently, and took out the folded letter paper from the cabinet, "Xiaohuahua's letter reading time in class——"

Mr. Madara stared at the letter, "After so long, you still haven't learned how to read?"

"I don't have time..." I masked the pain, "I was either surviving or fighting. I finally went home, but I was accidentally pulled over within a few days. I was so helpless."

I swear this time when I go back, I will put learning Chinese characters first on my agenda!

……

"Under normal circumstances, the body is in a period of full recovery. It is normal to feel lethargy and hunger. Coupled with your body's unique self-repair mechanism, stable and sufficient sleep is the first priority..."

"With regard to the strong hunger and sudden increase in food intake mentioned earlier, the initial consideration is the increase in energy consumption caused by the unskilled Sharingan and the unexplained cross-world connection of the pupil technique..."

"The large loss of blood and the difficulty of replenishing it, it is judged that the blood composition in the body has changed, the proportion of energy has increased, and the cell activity has increased in an unknown direction. It is irreversible, and there is no solution for the time being. Pay attention to less energy consumption, and take supplements regularly. The rest is to be determined... ..."

"Since the above situation stems from your stupid operation..."

Mr. Madara read this, turned to look at me, and questioned his soul: "What stupid operation did you do again?"

Taking advantage of my sobriety this time, to test the recovery of physical strength control and micro-manipulation at this stage, I did not raise my head while holding the blade and repeatedly gesturing at the fruit, and asked casually, "Which one are you referring to?"

"Very well," said Mr. Madara, pinching his knuckles, and picked up the gloves that he had taken off and put aside. "Looks like there's more than one."

I took a step to react, and when I looked up, I happened to meet his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

I subconsciously stretched out my hand to cover it, trying to block the pitted fruit that I was tortured by.

Damn it, back then I was carrying a big naginata, hacked and marched, killed cannibals, the sword Fusangshen taught me how to use swords, my fighting talent is second to none, and the god of fire, Kagura, used it superbly, and now I don’t even have a small knife I can't even control my power, it's a shame and a shame.

In short, it is okay to be beaten, but not to lose face!

But I overlooked that this person has Sharingan.

"..."

"..."

"Please, please don't look at it." My scalp exploded.

Then his eyes fell on my face.

My scalp was even more irritated, and I added another sentence sternly: "Please...don't laugh!"

The man put on the last glove and snorted, "If it weren't for you, you wouldn't even be able to hold the knife steadily now."

A beating is indispensable for me.

I understood the implication and shook honestly.

But because of this——

We have to take advantage of the good land now.

I know very well that the current skin will be beaten in the future, but what does the future have to do with the current me?

wave!wave up!

"Because I compressed the natural energy into a liquid and mixed it into the blood as a source of life. There must have been a change in the process, so the energy added now is not compatible." I scratched my head, "But I always feel that the description is very familiar .”

what is it then?

'It's easy to understand, it's equivalent to converting the large source of mana (Mana) floating in the atmosphere into a small source of mana (Od) that supports people's anger. The process is too fast, and your body is completely transformed directly. '

A voice appeared out of nowhere, and Mr. Madara's face darkened, and the sickle fell into the palm of his hand without a sound, and he stood in front of me in an instant.

"Who?!" A small warning ninjutsu was quickly and covertly released by him.

'It's not important, a spectator in the lower district happened to pass by, kindly answer the young lady's question. '

I grabbed Mr. Madara's shoulder and poked my head, revealing a pair of eyes, facing the twisted air in front of me tentatively: "Merlin... mage?"

"That's right, that's me, the big brother of Hua, hello Hua Hua☆~"

"Yes! It's a great honor to communicate with you," I jumped up excitedly, and was held back by Mr. Madara, so I had to maintain a disrespectful posture with my head exposed. "Thank you for your carelessness and help before!"

"Ahahaha, the little girl is so polite, I'm so touched by the big brother... Uh puff, it hurts—"

After a burst of crazy distortion of the air and unknown noises, the voice coughed and turned serious: "In short, that's it, congratulations, now not only have the magic circuits been generated out of thin air, they also share a carrier with the vascular access... Really interesting, Sure enough, if you live for a long time, you can see everything. '

A Merlin who doesn't show off is not quite like a Merlin, but I don't have time to care about this detail.

Because the last sentence contains a lot of information.

Although, Merlin is frivolous, unreliable, ignorant of people's hearts, loves to watch, and has always lacked a sense of tension and responsibility. He looks like a fraudster and cheats people's feelings (referring to a certain doctor), but in essence Still believable!

According to the known information he gave, a super bad premonition gradually formed.

I decided to make a desperate struggle: "Then my reaction..."

In case I guessed wrong...

'It's simple,' the nasty half-nightmare pronounced my disillusionment.

'—You are just lacking magic. '

Lack of magic.

Lack of magic.

magic.

"What's the solution?" Mr. Madara, who had been listening silently, asked the most critical question before I could recover.

My eyes were suddenly dark.

no, wait...

"Fill what's missing," Sikong said nonchalantly, "The little girl next to you knows this, but I won't reveal it to the big brother~"

Thank you, Brother Merlin.

I think I must have been so shocked, so shocked that I had hallucinations, otherwise how could I see Mr. Togama who broke in and, ah, Mr. Hashirama, you are here too, hahahaha...

That's right, with Mr. Madara's vigilance and range of perception coming and going without a trace, the current Merlin is very much like the former Heijue, coupled with this unreliable voice and tone full of abduction, he is regarded as an intruder It's also understandable...

Be calm.

"I understand."

I calmed down and chose to clarify the problem in front of me first: "Since this is the case, it means that eating can also solve the problem, and blood transfusion is also feasible in theory. After solving the short-term problem, try to develop the energy between the two." Transform, solve everything from the root!"

Very good, the solution is more than perfect.

"In any case, in any case—"

I worked hard to cross off the most viable and effective options, toss them in the recycling bin, and crush them.

Finally, he took the time to sincerely say to Mei, who was watching the show, "Thank you for your generosity."

Come on, you, I can't hold on to this scene anymore.

I backed up and pressed myself against the wall again.

"Mr. Madara, don't move! Stand there!"

"Mr. Tomama, you too, don't come here!"

"Thank you Mr. Hashirama, help me stop the people outside—"

I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rising shame.

Don't be afraid, I've passed it smoothly. As long as I don't tell you about the weird setting of "replenishment ♂ magic", no one will know.

Damn it, isn't what I've been through a hot-blooded girl manga? This setting is beyond the outline!

"In short." Finally smoothing my tongue out, I smiled weakly at those who were worried about my physical condition, "Don't be careful, everyone, this one is just an 'observer' who likes happy endings."

The problem is that these few are not stupid at all, and my intention to fool is too obvious. In the situation where there are too many words in a panic, I am not sure that there is a flaw.

Merlin was gone, and I, looking at the thoughtful faces, never wanted to leave this world more urgently than at this moment.

Calm fails.

It's better to run.