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

The days of Qianshou Feijian have not been very happy recently.

Although there was a lot of work in the past, dealing with daimyo, solving the temptations of ninja villages in various countries, and developing ninja villages at the same time, at least the big brother shared it.

The problem lies here.

Senshou Zhujian - his elder brother, seemed to have become stupid.

No, it's not accurate. To be precise, the person is still the same person, and his psychology seems to go back ten years.

Hokage doesn’t treat him well either, he always finds various reasons to sneak out, the last time he was caught squatting on the street of Konoha in a daze, the last time he was caught floating by the river, the last time he was found in Playing with children, every time... In short, it's just jumping around, not doing business.

After a few words of cursing angrily, he immediately sank in place, and when his heart softened, he couldn't help but praise a few words, and then immediately smiled.

At this moment, another exclamation came, "Master Hokage is gone again!"

Qianshou rubbed his forehead with an abnormal headache, looked at the open window, went to the desk, picked up a document, flipped through it, and then picked up another one.

It's even finished.

Then he saw a fresh grimace on the table.

Between the thousand hands, the reliable second in command of Konoha took a deep breath.

Laughing loudly, crying loudly, making a bad-hearted prank on acquaintances, but also talking back to his furious father, "This kind of ninja world is absolutely wrong", this is the memory of Senshoubeijian that still remains The worry-free elder brother with a watermelon head.

So what kind of stimulation did the eldest brother receive recently?

Qianshou Feijian couldn't figure it out, and just like that, the work efficiency was much higher than before.

At least according to the current feedback from ninjas and people, everyone still prefers the current Naruto-sama.

No way, my big brother, my dear.

A world that seems to be only wounded in the thousand hands is completed.

So, where did Senshou Zhuma go this time?

Here I am.

He watched with joy as I was chased and beaten by a group of thousands of hands, and laughed.

After another defeat with these orangutans, I dragged my lost and reforged naginata, and sat next to Mr. Hashirama with a clang.

"Mr. Hashirama—" I elongated my voice, skillfully expressing my dissatisfaction.

To be honest, ever since Mr. Hashirama excitedly said "You're right" when we met at Hokage, it seemed like a strange switch had been turned on.

The frequency of appearances in places other than Huoyinglou has skyrocketed.

So much so that there is no sense of disobedience among our group of children, and he is even about to become the king of children.

It also caused me to be super familiar with him recently, and the tall and reliable image in my mind has only left an empty shell.

Still insisting on being called "Mr. Hashirama" is my last stubbornness.

"Hahahaha!" The man was still laughing.

Very good, then don't blame me for using the trump card.

My face was expressionless, and my dantian sank: "Feijian first——"

The person next to me was shocked, and he stretched out his hand and covered my mouth quickly.

"..." The strength of the ceiling of the ninja world was used by you to cover mere mouths.

"..." Eyes met, Master Xiong let go of my hand awkwardly.

"Mr. Hashirama, you have been watching me being beaten for two days." I read it very well.

"Hahahahaha..." giggled.

"Mr. Hashirama, please speak in human terms. Please don't expect me to read the meaning from your eyes. By the way, your dark circles are really too heavy." So please go to rest after speaking.

The smirking Mr. Hashirama's expression gradually became entangled, and he tried his best to organize his words tactfully. It can be seen that he rarely does such things:

"Actually, didn't you discover the flowers yourself?"

"Are you saying that my knife is not as sharp as it used to be?" That's why I frowned, "I've already discovered the reason for this."

Now that I've been spotted, I'll say it openly.

"Mr. Hashirama, you can also see that before this, I have never held a knife, nor have I seen blood, and I was not even raised as a ninja."

Senju Bashima didn't answer, but turned his head as if listening carefully, and looked at me encouragingly.

I found that when the person in front of me calmed down, he did have a kind of personality charm, at least my uneasy emotions were well appeased.

"My strength is growing very fast," I stretched out my hand in front of him silently, "Every day I wake up, I have different strength, but every day there is an invitation to fight."

"Mr. Hashirama, they are different from the mighty Nine Lamas," I suddenly felt an inexplicable grievance as I spoke. Opening is enough, but they are different, I..."

I'm afraid.

I really like the feeling of waving a naginata, but I'm also really scared.

The uncontrollable power makes me extremely resistant to swinging knives at the same kind.

—Will it cause irreversible damage?

Will such persistence be understood?Will he be accepted by this pioneer of peace in the ninja world?

——Will I be reprimanded?

Senshou Bashima looked at the restless girl beside her. She lowered her head and could only see her disheveled head after the battle.

Qianshou Zhujian couldn't help being slightly distracted.

Once, when he was young, he also argued with his father about similar topics, when he was buried in the young Wa Jian.

The result was that he was punched by his father, and the two broke up unhappy.

But now it is different, there is no more war.

He has grown strong enough to shelter these children like a big tree, allowing them enough time to grow slowly.

Thinking of this, Senju Zhuma rubbed the girl's head fiercely.

Not to mention that this child has always given him a kind feeling, just the changes that Konoha has brought about due to her are enough to make her accepted by everyone.

It's just that his character is too unconfident. It seems that he not only misunderstood his talent and strength, but also deeply misunderstood his popularity.

"Then I'll find you a partner who is stronger than you!" He looked at the girl who raised her head in astonishment, with a confident face, and quickly recalled the documents he had read in the morning.

To be stronger than Hua, you must have less experience in battle, preferably with a knife, and your age should not be too different, well, your temper should not be too bad, and you should be more handsome.

Uchiha's mirror looks good, and he is still a disciple of Tomona. It just so happens that this time the mission is over and he returns to Konoha in the evening. Very good, it's just him.

Quickly finalizing the candidate, Senshou Bashima gave the girl a confident thumb, "This person is definitely stronger than you, you can fight with confidence!"

at dusk.

Holding my knife, I squatted in the woods at the entrance of Konoha Village, waiting for the new sparring partner Mr. Hashirama said.

Although Mr. Hashirama has repeatedly emphasized that there is a high probability that there will be delays on the way back after the mission is over, there is no need to wait at all.

Moreover, the hateful Mr. Hashirama didn't tell me who the partner was, but just told me with a wink that I had seen this person before, and I would recognize him immediately when he appeared.

Mysterious, hum.

This one waits until the sun has completely set and night falls.

It does seem to be a long time.

Holding the knife, I hesitated and poked my head around.

There was the rustling of leaves from a distance, and a familiar aura was approaching here.

Oops, here we come.

Although it's a bit late, it's not too late. The sparring partner is actually quite punctual...?

Huh?

I suddenly shivered.

This familiar trembling...

I subconsciously and quietly hugged my knife tightly.

Under the night, there is a new moon rising.

A tall figure landed not far away and stood still.

The visitor was wearing a dark blue kimono, and his iconic long black hair swayed slightly with the forest wind.

My mind went blank.

"This person is definitely stronger than you, you can fight with confidence!"

——Mr. Hashirama, is this the "stronger than me, let me fight casually" partner you found for me?

In the silent jungle where no insects could be heard, the sound of a knife being unsheathed slowly sounded.

At the same time, Shura's aura belonging to the ninja world was overwhelmingly suppressed.

In the second before my brain can think, I swear through gritted teeth:

If I can live to see the sun tomorrow, Mr. Hashirama, the gambling money you secretly saved will be gone, all of it!