[Hokage] Brand

In a slightly dark laboratory, the huge bookshelves are extremely neatly filled with various scrolls, and the cold and delicate stone countertops are arranged like obsessive-compulsive disorder.On one side, a pile of waste paper used as a draft is neatly stacked, and the corners are cut so horribly.

"It's no problem to open a space crack, but are you sure you can find his location accurately?"

Tobima frowned and wrote the formula on the scroll with special ink. Those bland red pupils looked a bit cold against such an unusually clean laboratory.

Rui Huo tightened his lips, subconsciously touched his hot forehead, and looked up at him,

"can."

After finishing speaking, he emphasized his tone again,

"Only I can find him."

This kind of affirmation made Feijian couldn't help but look sideways, he stared at Ruihuo for a long time, those clear black pupils were full of confidence.Even so, Tobima only believes three points. This uncertainty and doubt is not just from the analysis of the objective situation, but more importantly, Ruihuo cares too much about Madara.

As she said at the beginning - Uchiha Mizuho's only weakness is Madara.

Ruihuo treats everyone indifferently, so indifferent that he is extremely stingy even to give an extra expression.No matter how dangerous the situation is, or what kind of desperate situation, she can bear it without changing her face, and calmly find countermeasures.However, only Uchiha Madara is special to her.

Unique and special.

Enough to burn all her sanity in an instant.

Just this point has already made Toikama hesitate.He was considering the possibility of Ruihuo losing his calm because of Madara, because it is almost impossible to accurately locate one of the countless parallel worlds in the space crack without any coordinates and reference objects.Said almost, basically in Fei Jian's heart is also completely affirmed.

—she couldn't do it.

"you do not believe me."

Ruihuo saw through Toikama's thoughts, and at the same time pointed it out very calmly.Tokaima withdrew his gaze, noncommittal, and continued to write the unfinished spell on the scroll,

"Mizuho, ​​I admit that your perception ability is very strong, especially when the specific object is Uchiha Madara, you are even far above me. But—"

The pen stopped between the doors, and an imperceptible sigh was mixed in the plain tone.

"You can't do it."

"If the space-time rift really opens, if you're lucky, you can come back. If you're unlucky, you'll be lost forever. In the worst case, you'll be smashed to pieces the moment you enter."

The fact is true, no one understands the danger and difficulty of traveling through time and space better than Ruihuo, but she also looked at the door silently, without any wavering in her eyes.Uchiha's temper has always been stubborn, and Tomama, who understands this deeply, had to change the topic very abruptly.

"Tomorrow is the public opinion vote, after a while..."

"Anything like that is fine!"

Rui Huo directly snatched the words between the doors, and the originally clear black pupils turned blood-colored, and the scarlet and coquettish kaleidoscope was ablaze, filled with turbulent rage, and the smooth stone slabs under his feet were all shattered like spider webs. The crack spread a full three meters long.

"Patience is now the limit."

——As expected, he lost his composure.

Tobima's eyes fell on the pair of depressed and restless kaleidoscopes.Ruihuo, who had lost Madara, was now like a ferocious beast that had lost its shackles, dangerous and confused.It has been more than a week, although Ruihuo still has the calm and indifferent expression of the past, and has not had any other abnormal behaviors, but I know that, as Ruihuo himself said,

It is the limit to be able to endure until now.

"Then prove it to me."

Rui Huo was taken aback, and his clenched fist suddenly loosened a bit.Putting down the pen between the leaves, and walking in front of Ruihuo.The two pairs of red eyes looked at each other at this moment, and the air was glued together. He repeated,

"You said you could find him, prove it to me first."

......

"Well, Madara, are you really not going back to the village with me?"

Hashirama followed behind Madara with a bitter face.They are now in the Land of Thunder - the former residence of the Uchiha clan. Generally, the migration of ninjas will not remove all of them. Some will be sacrificed, and some will be used as seeds, living like ordinary people. Please continue the bloodline.After asking about the specific location from the cat mother-in-law, Madara set off directly.

Both of them covered their faces with black cloaks. Now it is the early days of the establishment of the Ninja Village. Uchiha Madara and Senju Zhuma appear in the Land of Thunder at the same time.

Madara squinted at Hashirama, and stabbed coldly, "Is Hokage always so idle?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, there is a door, and I have already sent a Mu Dun avatar back."

Hashirama didn't mind such a cold tone at all, instead he smiled and moved closer to Madara.Madara turned his head away, and sped up his feet. Through Uchiha's genealogy and Hashirama's narration, he found that many details of the two worlds can be matched, but everything about Ruihuo has been wiped clean. It seems extremely deliberate.

This trip to the Land of Thunder is to find out what went wrong, and...

Madara inadvertently glanced at the unusually deep darkness in the shade, and his eyes were stained with a biting chill. 【No matter which world it is, that guy is particularly obsessed with Uchiha. 】

[However, it's not time yet. 】

Finally arrived at the town mentioned by the cat mother-in-law, Madara walked straight into the most conspicuous porch.Hashirama stared dumbfounded at Madara walking in very naturally, stood at the door hesitating for a while, and then was pulled in by several pretty little girls.

"Guest, please this way."

Instead of sitting in the lobby like everyone else, Madara and the others were led directly to the private room on the second floor by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.I don't know what kind of wood is used. The moment the door is closed, the noisy sound outside is almost isolated by seven layers.The little girl's mission seemed to be to lead the way, and she left after closing the door.

Then came in a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, wearing a complicated kimono, with exquisite makeup on her face, every frown and smile seemed to be measured with a ruler, giving people the illusion of looking at a doll.

"...Blade...Blade..."

Hashirama who walked into the room was a little restless, he looked at Madara with a calm face, and almost bit off his tongue,

"Why...come...here..."

He tried his best to shrink back, trying to stay away from the woman who was making tea, but unfortunately the unique smell of powder on the woman's body kept wafting over, Hashirama hugged his head tightly in pain, and said without tears,

"If Mito finds out that I'm here, he will definitely be killed."

Suddenly hearing the name Mito, Madara's fingertips paused, and some clarity appeared in his eyes. [That's right, if... there was no Mizuho, ​​Hashirama and Uzumaki Mito would have been married long ago. 】

"spot!"

Hashirama seemed to have thought of something, suddenly raised his voice, his brown eyes were full of disbelief and accusations of pain.

"what."

Madara's tone was a bit impatient as her scalp became numb from the sudden gaze.Hashirama covered his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and asked in a doubtful to certain tone,

"Have you changed your mind?!"

"???"

Madara suddenly didn't know how to answer such an endless and extremely strange question.But such a performance seems to be a direct acquiescence in Zhujian's view.Hashirama took a deep breath, looked at the woman next to her who was also dumbfounded but still kept a reserved smile, and said

"You go out first."

Madara frowned, his cold gaze fixed the woman in place,

"Stay, there is something else."

As soon as the words fell, Hashirama's eyes on Madara changed completely, as if he was looking at a scumbag who played with his emotions, he grabbed the skirt of his chest and said sadly.

"Madara! How can you do this?"

Madara-mian watched Hashirama's performance expressionlessly, with no waves in his heart.

"You obviously already have this (gesturing with your little finger), but you came to the veranda today!"

"Madara, as a boyfriend, you have to be dedicated. How could you drag me to this kind of place when she's not around?"

"If you really want to play, let's go to the casino. By the way, I haven't been to the Land of Thunder yet..."

"..."

Hashirama changed from a heartbroken accusation to a persuasion without a trace, and finally directly talked about how to play all the casinos in the Kingdom of Thunder.Madara really doesn't know how Hashirama's brain grows, how it can always think of some messy things.However, such an inexplicable sense of familiarity reassured him unconsciously.

While Hashirama was chattering, Madara had successfully received a signal with the master behind the veranda.The main reason why it was so easy was that the moment they entered the town, the other party had already been noticed.

To be honest, Madara couldn't help being a bit interested in the owner behind this verandah. With only a few remaining tribesmen, they concealed their names and pretended to be ordinary people to escape the pursuit of hostile ninjas. They even established such a sharp intelligence network behind them. It has to be said that he is indeed an amazing talent.I thought that even if we found the surviving members of the separated family, we would not get much information.

Madara picked up the teacup, took a sip, and the corners of her lips curled up.Now it seems that this trip is worthwhile.

When Hashirama finally finished speaking, Madara propped her face with one hand, and glanced at him coolly, with a faint smile on her deep and mellow voice,

"Stupid, who told you that Uchiha Mizuho is my girlfriend?"

"Eh?"

Hashirama was stunned successfully, did he guess wrong?But at that time, Madara's eyes and tone of voice were clearly...

"She's my wife."

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