Sente Eiji's Black Friday

In the end, Hashirama and Madara still didn't say their last names.

Because at the moment when they showed a little hesitation, Eiji Yuyi noticed it, and then said with a smile: "I'm joking! It's better not to tell others casually like me like my surname!"

"...You still know that you are very casual." Uchiha Madara paused for a while before complaining, but the hand hanging by his side could not help but clenched into a fist.

"Ahahaha..." Senju Zhuma laughed dryly a few times, but Madara could hear the reluctance in his laughter.

Yuyi Eiji didn't care about their strangeness, and quickly said goodbye to them with a smile, turned around and disappeared into the dense jungle.

The two teenagers who were still there watched him go away silently. After a while, Hashirama's frustrated voice sounded from the silent riverside: "... Madara, I feel like a scum."

Uchiha Madara: ... who is not.

Only when I was stumbled at the first step, would I feel the difficulty of "being honest with each other" more and more, and how admirable Eiji Yuyi has taken this step.

He is clearly a child younger than them...

Uchiha Madara thought in this way with a complicated mood, and somewhere in his heart quietly left a brand about [Eiji Hagoromo].

The encounter with someone who is as beautiful as a dream and who can understand oneself is after all just a stunning but short episode in the lives of Hashirama and Madara.

The agreement made by the Nanhe River planted in their hearts the seeds of belief that they will grow into towering trees in the future, but when they return to reality, they will find out how unrealistic their so-called ideals are. How cruel the world is.

Soon after the summer, Senju and Uchiha's war broke out.

Leaving aside the 15-year-old Senshou Bashima and his 12-year-old younger brother Feima, even the [-]-year-old younger brother Itama was sent to the hospital because of the words of Senshou patriarch Buddha Jian that "he has reached the age". Tucked into a front line squad.

Hashirama, who was worried about his younger brother, strongly opposed it, so he switched the immature boy with white, black and half white hair from the front team to the rear supply squad.

However, the cruelest thing about war is that it never treats anyone differently.The sad news that Senju Itama's supply team was ambushed by Uchiha came quickly and quickly. When Hashirama received the news, everyone including himself had already vaguely guessed the ending.

But he still held on to the last glimmer of hope, desperately rushing towards the place where the distress signal was sent out last.

In the end, he only found one hand among thousands of hands.

A ninja who died during the war is not eligible for a separate funeral.Only when the battle is completely determined, can they welcome the condolences of the tribe.

Therefore, Senjujuma didn't even have time to feel sad for the loss of his brother, so he devoted himself to the next battle without stopping, until the end of winter and the beginning of spring planting, this long and desperate war finally ended in a way of losing both sides The curtain was drawn.

At that time, Senshou Zhuma was already numb.

He walked into the family cemetery like a walking corpse, staring at his younger brother's tombstone that was finally engraved after several months with empty eyes, feeling that his tear glands had completely dried up, he couldn't shed a single tear, he only felt bone-chilling exhaustion.

——When will this kind of cannibalism end?

What Eiji Hagoromo said...the day he and Madara long for...is it really possible for people to understand each other?

"Unless a miracle happens."

In the room where there were only two people left and it was no longer crowded, the white-haired boy, who was numb like him, took off his black mourning clothes, and there was a lifeless silence in his red eyes, "Otherwise, brother, what do you want?" The world will never come."

"……Miracle?"

Hashirama, who always refuted his "pessimistic thoughts" in the past, lowered his head and closed his eyes bitterly, "Where is there any miracle..."

Qianshou was dumbfounded.

Just when the atmosphere in the house was so heavy that it was suffocating.

"Patriarch—!"

A shout of excitement suddenly sounded outside the courtyard, Zhu Jian and Fei Jian were startled, they rushed out of the door, stood on the porch and looked into the yard, just in time to see the clansmen in patrol uniforms rushing into the house: "Patriarch ! A group of Yuyi suddenly appeared in the western woods, suspected of attacking our clan!"

What?Hagoromo? !

Hashirama's eyes widened in astonishment. At that moment, he had no time to think about anything, and immediately followed the Thousand-Handed Buddha who was rushing out, and rushed towards the west of the clan land that the patrol team said.

Qianshou Feijian also followed closely behind him, with a pair of stern red eyes closely watching Qianshou Buddha Jian and Qianshou who came to report——

"Have you found out how many people there are?"

"There are more than a dozen people by visual inspection, probably three teams with different missions!"

"There are only so few people? ... Who is the leader? Is the patriarch Masao Yuromo?"

"No, it looks like a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, wearing armor with feather patterns printed on it, with blue hair..."

"A boy with blue hair?!"

Qianshou Zhujian blurted out an exclamation, and immediately received the baptism of the eyes of his father and clansmen.

He was flustered for a moment, but fortunately, Qianshou Buddha himself was also very surprised. He glanced at him and then looked away: "Go, go and have a look."

Eh……!

Hashirama subconsciously stretched out his hand towards their backs, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth in confusion, pursed his lips and quickened his pace.

He didn't realize that, just when he was shocked by the description of the person's appearance, his eyes opened wide just like the door behind him. A look of surprise and uncertainty flashed in the red pupils, and then he frowned fiercely. , a hurt-like sulk flashed across his face.

A group of four people soon arrived at the outpost on the west side of the Thousand Hands Clan's land. However, completely different from the imaginary tension, the patrol team and the Thousand Hands who came after hearing the news just formed a circle there, and the atmosphere was faint. There was an eerie silence.

Thousand-Handed Buddha frowned, and said harshly: "What are you doing standing here? Have you already caught people? Did you find out their purpose?!"

"Patriarch..." Seeing him approaching, the Thousand Hands all consciously moved out of the way, but for some reason, the expressions on their faces were all a little...strange.

It seems suspicious and vigilant, but it is more confused and... weird?

Confusion flashed across Qianshou Buddha's eyes, and he strode forward to see what the origin of these "offenders" Yuyi was.

Hashirama and Tomona followed closely behind, their eyes wandering anxiously among the group of strange ninjas, and they quickly found their target.

only……

"How many times do I have to say it before you understand! I'm not here to fight with you, I'm here to return the poor thing I picked up halfway! You can't see someone approaching and treat them as enemies, right? They're all Nan Hechuan Wouldn’t it be okay for those who are begging for life to visit each other?!”

In the middle of the crowd, the blue-haired boy who was tied up and thrown to the ground was full of resentment. He kicked like a caterpillar in a funny way, and cursed dissatisfiedly at the same time:

"Didn't you see the white flag I tied with twigs? You! It's you! The first brother who rushed up to beat me!"

The young man glared angrily at a certain tall Chinese-faced thousand-shouldered man, screamed and squirmed to his feet in response to the twitching corners of his mouth, and banged his head fiercely on his calf.

"Do you understand the meaning of the white flag? The two countries are at war and it is not enough to kill them! What's more, I have never had any grievances with you Qianshou, why do you tie me up?! It's too much! We must make ten bowls Pork Chop Rice apologizes to me! Otherwise, I will not forgive you! Even if you are all my ancestors—ahem! Even if you are all bold, cheerful, enthusiastic and generous Qianshou, I will never forgive you!! "

……what is this?

This is the voice of thousands of hands present.

Drop by?brother?Tied a white flag?

Pork chop rice?Apologize?Outspoken, cheerful, enthusiastic and generous?

... This kid is really cute—cough cough cough, how strange!

At this moment, Qianshou looked at the little blue fur at their feet, who was grinning like a puppy like a puppy. They thought they were super fierce, but they were actually so cute that they were so cute. They suddenly relaxed strangely.

On the periphery of the crowd, the expression of Thousand-Handed Buddha Jian has changed from the initial expression of facing a formidable enemy to the present subtle and speechless expression.

He carefully looked at the little milk dog who was "scaring" them, as well as the other feather coats that were all confiscated and tied up a little behind the little milk dog. He was sure that there was no ambush at the scene, and then he waved for a man in a complicated mood. A member of the patrol asked him in a low voice: "What's going on?"

The patrol member's expression was also very complicated, even a bit embarrassed: "Uh... what happened is indeed similar to what he said, that, anyway..."

Anyway, he neither concealed his identity nor played tricks, and even held a small white flag solemnly, but in the end they rushed over and tied him without saying a word.

Thousand-Handed Buddha Room: "..."

With a white turban tied on his head, his face was dark and red, and his temperament was like that of a migrant worker, the patriarch Qianshou stabilized the twitching corner of his mouth, and continued to ask seriously: "Isn't it a bait to deliberately let us relax our vigilance? Make sure there is no ambush in the rear your ninja?"

"Uh...no. And this brat seems to be the young patriarch of Yuyi, the possibility of him coming as a bait is really unlikely..."

"—Hey! Does anyone pay attention to me! At least listen to what I'm here for! Hey! Hey!!—I'm really going to be angry if you do this again! I don't want ten bowls of pork chop rice, I want to eat twenty bowls! Did you hear that? The price has become twenty bowls of pork chop rice!!"

The young man's vicious "threat" came to his ears with the wind.

Thousand-Handed Buddha Room: "..."

Other Qianshou: "..."

"puff--"

Senju Zhuma, who had been silently watching all this, blushed and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Not only him, but all the surrounding Qianshou also twitched. It was obvious that they were afraid to laugh out loud because of the patriarch's presence.

So Hashirama, who was stared at by his father, was not only not afraid, but relaxed like never before, as if even the haze of his younger brother's death dissipated a little with the cute threat of Eiji Hagoromo.

Ah, ah... As expected of Eiji.

He stood in the crowd and stared at the embarrassed but still dazzling young man, his frowning face all day finally glowed again.

Beside him, the white-haired young man, who caught everything in sight, heaved a sigh of relief, with a faint helplessness in his brows, and the corners of his lips were subtly drawn.

"...Okay, let him go, let me ask him."

Finally, Qianshou Buddha, who decided that the young man alone could not afford to cause any trouble, let go of his mouth.

Eiji Hagoromo called "Big Brother" with a Chinese character face and Qianshou stepped forward, cut the rope that bound the boy with a few clean cuts, took a step back and stared at him with everyone.

Just as they vaguely expected, even if the boy was released, he didn't have any tendency to attack. He just rubbed his wrists and got up and sat on the ground. There was still some childish dissatisfaction on his face, and his lips curled into a smile. Look to the Buddha room.

"Uncle, it's too late for you to give the order! Twenty bowls of pork chop rice can't be less than one bowl, do you hear me?"

He complained in a natural intimacy tone, but Senshou Buddha was unmoved, and looked down at him with his arms crossed: "Masao Yuromo asked you to come?"

"Tsk... Do we have to beat around the bush like this?"

Unexpectedly, the boy who was interrogated directly raised his hand to cover his face, showing a toothache expression, and even said in a frantic tone: "Don't you guys never listen to others? Let me tell you, I’m here to return the poor little guy I picked up halfway—”

"Father!! Brother Hashirama! Brother Tobima!!"

A series of surprise and immature calls suddenly interrupted the boy's words.

The father and son of Thousand-Handed Buddha were all taken aback for a moment, and then they stared in astonishment at that... who came out from the shadow of Yui Eiji? ! - the boy, at the same time shouted in disbelief: "Banjian?!"

"Oh, okay, it's better to let him say it by himself than what I say...huh?"

Halfway through the blue-haired boy's helpless words, he suddenly realized something unbelievable, and stared at the two familiar boys in the crowd: "Hashirama? Feima?!"

... oh well.

The two teenagers who were happy to lose their horses panicked, and they coincidentally watched under the surprised and suspicious eyes of the surrounding clansmen...

He showed an indifferent expression of not knowing him.