How can there be a cub who mistakenly recognizes his father?

[Hashirama stood up, waved his hands, and said excitedly: "Let's build a village here that belongs to us. In this village, children don't have to fight each other..."

He was shining brightly when he spoke, as if a layer of light shrouded him, the young Madara looked at him like this, watching him express a good wish.

"Build another school to train them, let them grow up and become stronger, everyone can choose tasks according to their personal abilities and strengths, and there must be a superior who can reasonably distinguish task levels..."

At this moment, the friends around him are so dazzling that Madara can't take his eyes off...

"A village that doesn't send its children to the front line to fight for their lives." After Hashirama finished speaking, she looked at Madara expectantly, and Madara sneered: "You are the only one who can say such stupid things."

But Hashirama still looked at him stubbornly and asked, "What do you think?"

Madara still showed a hint of a smile, turned to look at the sky, and said lazily, "Not bad."

At this moment, his eyes were extremely soft, and he said with a smile: "If this village is really built, I will protect my brother well in this place overlooking the entire forest."

Hashirama nodded vigorously. 】

Madara stood up, patted his clothes, his eyes were extremely firm, "If we want to protect our brother and build a village like this, we must become stronger and stronger!"

Hashirama kept nodding, yes, Madara really thought the same as him.

At this moment, Hashirama felt that he had finally found his apocalypse!

At this moment

"Shua—" There seemed to be a voice coming from the sky.

Just when Madara and Hashirama raised their heads suspiciously and vigilantly, Hashirama heard something fall with a "snap!"

Madara barely had time to react when he realized a small thing was hugging his head, pressing against his face.

Hashirama's eyes slowly fell on his little friend's face - a child who looked like one or two years old?

It was a thin, white doll in pink clothes, with little flesh and seemed to be malnourished. Because the facial features were too delicate, it made people overlook her other shortcomings.

The little baby opened her round black eyes and looked left and right, as if she didn't know why she suddenly changed places, but she quickly didn't notice anything else, instead she liked the thing she was holding very much, and she even rubbed against it.

Madara's body trembled - angry!

["Ding! The thigh-hugging system reminds you that two future golden thighs have been found. Please seize the opportunity and hug these two shining golden future super golden thighs!" The thigh-hugging system said excitedly. ]

The little baby tilted her head, as if she didn't understand what the system was saying.

Madara couldn't bear it anymore, and finally stretched out his hand, pushed the little doll away, lifted it into the air, looked at her with piercing eyes, and didn't relax his vigilance at all just because it was a little cub.

The little baby didn't seem to be afraid at all of being carried, thinking that the person in front of her who had an aura that she liked was playing with her, so she giggled instead.

[The system detects that the unhappiness of the future golden thigh has risen sharply, and it is in a hurry. It accidentally binds such a small host. What can it do? It can only quickly command:

"Host, act like a spoiled child."]

The little doll completely ignored the voice in her head, she seemed to be tired from playing, and looked a little impatient at the person she liked very much, a word that she remembered deeply floated in her mind, she wanted this person to be her of--

"Baba."

Spot was stunned.

The column was also stunned.

He looked at Madara, then at the doll, wandering back and forth, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the two were actually somewhat similar!

This discovery shocked him, he stammered: "Banban, you have a child!!!"

12-year-old *happy to be a father* Uchiha Madara roared: "It's impossible even if I think about it!"

Madara scowled, and threw the barking brat into Hashirama's arms.

Suddenly holding a soft little thing, Hashirama was a little flustered. Fortunately, he had hugged several younger brothers and quickly adjusted his posture.

Thinking of his younger brother, Hashirama felt a little depressed, and the eyes he looked at the baby softened a bit.

The cub changed arms and looked at Zhujian with his head tilted. This man's breath was so comfortable, she couldn't help but slipped into his arms again, not acknowledging his identity at all.

Hashirama was a little at a loss, racking his brains and not knowing what to say.

But the doll has already made up her mind, she also likes this person, all the friends who have been adopted will have a papa and a mother, she already has a papa, so this is——

"Mama."

The columns are split.

"Hahaha." Madara laughed at Hashirama without hesitation.

Everyone is a boy, he hasn't been gender-changed after all, and Hashirama has become numb.

For a moment, Madara felt that this little boy was pleasing to the eye again.

Being ridiculed by his own Tianqi, Zhujian felt even more heartbroken. He only felt that there were dark clouds over his head. If he hadn't held this little one in his arms, he would have hid in the corner and circled.

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Boo!

"Little friend, I'm a boy, you can't call a boy Mama!" Hashirama clasped her arms under Xiao Zaizai's arms, lifted her up, and corrected her with a serious face-to-face look.

"Hey." The baby couldn't understand, tilted her head, and called out meaninglessly.

"Just don't call me Ma Ma."

The baby understood the two words, waved her hands happily, and called again loudly: "Ma Ma, Ma Ma."

Looking at the sky between the pillars, I want to cry but have no tears.

Enough of Madara's smile, took the little boy, and looked at her, the fabric is cotton, pink, it seems to be well-dressed,

"Hey, how did you fall from the sky? Where is your home? Why did you call me and Hashirama..."

Ban paused, skipped those two words, shook her twice, and asked indifferently: "Hurry up."

The doll didn't understand, only knew that he saw Baba again, hugged his hand happily, and called repeatedly: "Baba, Baba, Baba."

Zai Zai also has a poop.

A cub fell from the sky and was forced to touch it and called it Bama.

The newly-appointed papa Ma Ma looked at this brat seriously,

But the joy in the boy's voice made Madara slow down.

Discuss it with two people.

"It doesn't look like a child of any ninja clan." Hashirama, who is familiar with every clan in the ninja world, said after studying.

"It looks like you haven't been trained." Madara felt that he was talking nonsense.

Which ninja kid hasn't started training at this age?

Children of ninja origin have been tortured on the training ground since they were able to walk, just to make them more able to survive on the battlefield, because they will be on the battlefield in two years.

Five or six-year-old children go to the battlefield, which is the norm in the ninja world today.

Madara reached out towards the doll's neck, Hashirama didn't worry at all.

Madara took out an iron plate with a rope from the doll's neck.

"An'an, 3 years old." Zhu Jian took a look.

Ban glanced at him, then turned to the other side, "Lucky Orphanage."

Hashirama turned his head and said tentatively, "...orphanage?"

"Probably." Madara replied silently.

There are also many children who lost their families and parents during the war. Occasionally, some kindhearted people will open orphanages to take in some children.

Of course, there are also those who gather orphans to do other things.

There is no shortage of ambitious people these days, let alone perverts.

These are pretty common.

The two young boys who were barely soft-hearted looked at each other. Seeing An'an, they would only call out happily, and both felt a little headache.

"It really doesn't look like a three-year-old." Hashirama remembered the three-year-old appearance of his younger brothers. Compared with An'an, his head was really much bigger, and he would not look malnourished.

"Find someone nearby to give her some money to support her?" Madara weighed An An's weight and frowned.

"Is there anyone around here?"

Hashirama and Madara looked at each other, and their hearts were spinning a thousand times. This is really a good question. Is there anyone nearby?

Of course!

The river below is called Nanhechuan.

On both sides of the river, one side used to be the clan land of Senju, and the other used to be the clan land of Uchiha. As for the common people, they probably have to search further.

The two who only signed up but did not give their surnames decided to change the subject.

"An'an, do you want to ask your brother to know?" Zhujian coaxed, and after such a coaxing, he suddenly felt that it would be nice to have a younger sister. His mother gave him a bunch of younger brothers, although there was only one... ...In short, the younger brother is also very important and precious.

Far away, he still doesn't know what it's like to have a younger sister.

Fei Jian would only stare at him seriously, nagging him every day not to do this or that, Ban Jian Wa Jian and the others were obedient, but they obviously listened to what Fei Jian said...

Banjianwajian: Because Brother Feijian is obviously more reliable!

Hashirama: That's too much

So at this moment, Zhujian suddenly realized that it seemed good to bring An An home to raise him?

Not bad a big head ghost.

Being a ninja is too dangerous!

Hashirama reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​bringing An An home.

Madara glanced at him, and knew that he had already acted out a scene in his heart.

He's used to it.

It's not that Madara hasn't thought about bringing the little boy back to the clan, but Uchiha is more xenophobic, being a ninja is dangerous, and because of the strange appearance of the little boy, he just had such a thought.

"Papa Mama." Seeing that her new favorite Papa Mama ignored her, An An pursed her mouth and tears began to roll in her eyes.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Zhujian turned pale with fright, "What about Ban Banban?"

Madara, you big-headed ghost, why didn't you think that Hashirama was a stammer before.

Ban complained in his heart, then stared at An An fiercely, and said, "Don't cry!"

Probably because his gaze was too persuasive, An An opened her eyes wide, looked at him for three seconds, withdrew her tears in an instant, and showed her newly-appointed mom what a fickle girl is every minute.

An An subconsciously looked for her own Ma Ma, wanting to comfort her, "Ma Ma, Ma Ma, Ma Ma."

"She's so annoying." Hashirama puffed up, "If you don't call me brother, don't call her Mama."

Faced with the name Ma Ma, Zhu Jian felt that being called Baba was not unacceptable.

When Madara thought of being called Mama, she couldn't help being agitated, so she acquiesced in being called Papa.

It's better than Hashirama being called Mama!