The Magical Nanga River [Comprehensive]

Although they were full of thoughts, the two brothers fell asleep as soon as they touched the pillows, completely omitting the steps of talking heart-to-heart.

In contrast, Hashirama and Madara were much worse.

When I was with my little buddies, although it was impossible to say how tired and sleepy, I have already developed the habit of sleeping from time to time. If I can’t sleep suddenly, it’s not a good experience, besides——

The most important thing is, never before, sleeping with each other!

I don't know how the eyes see, but I can see the person under the body and in the soul from an unfamiliar face.

Madara: ...Maybe it's time to go see an ophthalmologist sometime.

Hashirama: Excited, nervous, a little excited, Madara is indeed an inspiration from heaven, my good friend, good brother!

"Ah, ah..."

In the dead of night, Indra's mouth moved. To be precise, it was Hashirama who spoke.

The corner of Asura's mouth twitched, to be precise, it was Madara who moved, "What are you doing?" After he finished speaking, he froze, and he actually spoke in Asura's voice.

"I'll try to see if I can talk, but I can't sleep anyway, why don't we have a heart-to-heart talk." After Hashirama explained, there was a hint of joy in his tone, "It's the first time I slept so close to Madara!"

Since the mouth can be controlled, it is natural to try other parts, no, it is the turn of the eyes——

Banchi laughed, and was about to speak, when Indra's eyes suddenly opened, which made him swallow the words back, and the mouth was blocked just right, giving birth to a little depression.

Hashirama blinked vigorously a few times, moved his hands again, and after confirming that he could control Indra's body, he sat up, looked around by the moonlight, and couldn't help grinning, "So Indra This is Luo's perspective!"

"..." Madara took a deep breath, then closed his eyes, turned his back, not seeing clearly.

Then the open (silly) bright (hat) expression appeared on Indra's face, and he really couldn't bear to look directly at him. If he looked twice, he was afraid that he would not be able to face Indra with a calm attitude in the future.

Hashirama didn't have the consciousness of being rejected, smiled, and half-lyed back, stretched out his finger and poked his little friend's back, "Don't sleep, Madara, don't you have anything to say?" So many things happened, you Don't want to chat?

Madara shrunk in subconsciously. Although it wasn't his own back, he felt poked, "I don't want to, and you, don't use other people's bodies to do such strange things!"

Hashirama was at a loss, and didn't understand what he did wrong, but Madara said yes, and he seemed to be in a bad mood hearing the voice, so it would be better to stroke his hair along.

"Okay." So he lay down, lying down in a very honest posture, and at the same time, a trace of regret flashed in his heart. It was obvious that he was in a close state of face to face and breathing intertwined just now, why now he can only face one back?

The broad-minded first-generation Mu suddenly became angry. When it comes to Asura's lineage, he felt that he was the worst.Not to mention Asura, at least he has the status of a younger brother, and what about Naruto - the relationship with Sasuke is not as good as he and Madara!The results of it?In the end, he did what he couldn't do, and brought Sasuke back to Konoha! !

...Forget it, it's good to be able to look at the back.Bringing Konoha back may not be as close as it is at the moment, and maybe under various pressures, he has to choose to avoid it.

He felt better, but Madara didn't feel good at all, he was really like a light on his back, and Hashirama's thoughts were changeable, and all of them were reflected on his face. It's hard to ignore.Thinking about who's body this guy is using, it's even harder to ignore.

"Between the pillars—"

Hashirama happily responded.

Madara turned her head, gritted her teeth, with a slightly ferocious expression on her face.

Oops, this is a harbinger of fire!Hashirama immediately stated, "Okay, I'll shut up, if you really want to rest, Madara. Of course, if you don't want to, then we can consider doing something meaningful."

"Yes." Madara smiled instead of anger.

"...Uh, calm down, I'm just kidding..."

"Meaningful things, such as sparring, should be done more times." Madara said, already got up, and put on Asura's clothes expressionlessly, "I can't sleep anyway."

Hashirama thought to himself, Madara is really a boring man, thinking about fighting when he has nothing to do, "No way, use other people's bodies to do this kind of thing."

Having said that, his eyes reflected his true thoughts—this is simply too good, so interesting, such a beautiful night, what else can we do without fighting?

Madara sneered, and made up her mind: If I don't beat you up today, I won't even know you, so I'll take your surname Otsutsuki.

"You put his clothes on first!" In any case, the image of the ancestors cannot be corrupted, the Uchiha clan has always been gorgeous.

Hashirama grinned, feeling that a man doesn't care that much, but Madara said so, and he didn't have the guts to pretend he didn't hear it—just like Indra was in his hands, Ashura was also in Madara's hands, What if Asura gets naked/runs naked in anger?The sky is big and the earth is big, and the face of the ancestors is the biggest.

"But this is the Ninja sect. If we mess around casually, it will cause trouble for them."

It's okay for Indra to say, after all, he has the reputation of being a genius, and he is an awe-inspiring existence, but Asura...

That is a well-recognized waste material. It is estimated that many people will not believe that a small waste material suddenly becomes a genius, which will bring a lot of influence to the person involved.

"you're right."

Hashirama opened her eyes wide, unexpectedly Madara would agree!It turns out that Madara cares about Asura, so does the rounding also care about him?

"Madara, you..."

Before he could finish his touching words, Madara interrupted him ruthlessly with a wave of his hand, "So we can go a little further, and we should change after staying in one place for a long time."

Hashirama rubbed his nose, actually wanted to say, it's better not to say such a thing, after all, the result of the last time is now, but he couldn't say it after being stared at.

At this moment, he used his extraordinary ability to guess his little friend's mind right away, "Madara, do you want to..." When he said this, he stopped talking again, it was not that easy to say.

According to the Sage of the Six Paths, in the future, before deciding who is the heir of the Ninja sect, he once arranged a test for his two sons. Indra completed it quickly and came back alone, while Asura completed it with the help of everyone. Yes, it took a long time, and when I came back, I brought back the people there.

In this regard, Zhujian does not want to comment, and the results have already explained many problems.What he was thinking, Madara must be thinking too, so this time, if he changed his method and took the initiative, he might be able to usher in a different result.

"I didn't think about anything, it's because you think too much." Madara's face was expressionless, not touched by Hashirama's face as if he couldn't help himself, he justified, "I'm just impatient to see Sage of the Six Paths again."

Zhu Jian nodded and nodded, but didn't even ask why the Sage of the Six Paths provoked him.

Anyway, the result is the same.

"Besides, when I leave, Hei Ze will naturally follow." Madara added.

Time flies, but there are some things that cannot be forgotten by flipping through books in the study every day.

"Then what are you talking about? Let's go!" Hashirama said solemnly, "That guy hides so deeply, I followed Ashura to search for it for so long, but I couldn't find it."

That's because Asura is useless, and of course Heijue won't appear... Stop, this is not something to be happy about, Indra who is being targeted by people is the worst.

Madara shook her head lightly, stopped thinking about it, and followed Hashirama. The two deliberately avoided the night watchmen and left without anyone noticing.

After leaving Ninzong, he continued to walk a long way before slowing down the speed control.

Hashirama looked back at the way he had come, then at the people around him, and finally at the front, suddenly very satisfied, and couldn't help smiling.

Madara glanced at him, didn't speak, but couldn't help muttering in her heart: This Hashirama is getting weirder and weirder, it was obviously not like this before.

Thinking of this, without looking over again, his slightly squinted eyes are full of scrutiny. In fact, he is not that familiar with Hashirama. When he grows up, Hashirama is usually very serious except for occasionally dropping mushrooms. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many blind-eyed people insisting on him being Hokage.

Hashirama looked embarrassed, touched his head, and said with a dry smile, "What's wrong?"

"No." Madara snorted, turned her head, and said casually, "It's just that I suddenly realized that I don't know you that well either."

This is inexplicable...

But Hashirama was used to it, and reacted very quickly, pleasantly surprised, "Madara, you want to know me? Tell me earlier..."

"I don't want to know too much."

"..." One must learn to be strong, "What do you want to know, as long as you ask, I will tell you everything!"

The first generation smiled all over his face, and felt that it was time to confess again, "So many things have happened, and with the conclusion that seems to be over, you and I know it well, it seems that it is superfluous to say any more, but I still have a lot to say to you... But it’s boring to finish it all at once, I want to say it bit by bit, and I won’t stop until I can’t speak anymore after a long, long time.”

Madara smiled, seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand.Anyway, probably, that's what happened, he thought.

In the past, there were too many concerns and too many entanglements. Even if the hearts were connected, it was still impossible to express the accurate mood at that time, which is why it led to such an ending.

When the conversation was over, Zhu Jian changed the subject and said with a smile: "Why don't we start with what I like! For example, I like to eat the mushroom rice from the third store on the East Street, and I secretly plant trees when I have nothing to do."

I already knew—Madara thought, it’s really dishonest.

However, it later proved that Hashirama is quite sincere. Once the topic is opened, it is difficult to close it, so Madara was forced to listen to a lot of shit about Hashirama's growth process. Fear, and in the midst of this fear, he sympathized with the strangely positioned Tokaima.

Either to help cover, or to take the blame... Maybe it's not the younger brother, but the cannon fodder. No wonder the guy in Feijian always has a cold face, an expression that the whole world owes him money, it turns out that the culprit is here.

He looked at Hashirama, who was beaming with joy, wearing Indra's skin. He was used to it, but his eyes were still irritated.

"I was wrong. I already know you enough." He said, "Besides, we don't have such a complicated relationship. You know it, and I know it too."

Maybe you want to change the way you get along temporarily, but I never think about it, how can it be so complicated that things that can be resolved with force, how can it be so complicated.

Of course Hashirama knew, it was because of this that he realized his unusual thoughts, but... he sighed, it was not the time yet.

Madara obviously doesn't want to dawdle and chatter like this, there is no easier way to experience and understand than to fight, "It's just right, I use the "immortal body", you use the "immortal eyes", what a great opportunity. "

When he first learned about the infinite energy of the immortal human body, he didn't say anything, but he felt a little jealous in his heart, because Sharingan was too cheating and wasted too much. He would occasionally think very carefully that this is why he had never won. The main reason for Hashirama, who prevented his eyes from being on standby for a long time.

Hashirama quickly let go of a little depression in his heart, and seriously discussed the most important and imminent matter right now——

"Very cunning, Madara!" he said, "I don't have Sharingan, I have never used Sharingan."

Damn, the fairy body is an auxiliary, and it is easy to use, as long as there is enough chakra, but Sharingan has a special and exclusive usage!

"That's something you have to consider, it has nothing to do with me." Madara was in a happy mood, thinking, it's his turn to beat Hashirama again.

"Ah, I can't help it..." Hashirama went crazy, regretting that he had harassed Madara who was about to sleep just now.Now, I can only pray that Asura will not be effective, after all, he is still a child who is fighting against the five scum, and he is not good enough.

However, he is doomed to be disappointed. No matter how scumbag Asura looks on the surface, he is still the son of the Immortal of the Six Paths. Grandpa Ban is here in this technical old house, and it is still possible to temporarily stimulate his potential.

...So, Madara beat Hashirama (Indra) hard, and felt refreshed after it was over.

Hashirama covered his face, recalling the force of Madara's slap in the face, and suddenly realized: It turns out that Madara not only has opinions on him, but also has opinions on Indra.

What a... man.

The first generation looked up at the sky and sighed. It was dawn, and Indra was about to wake up. He was worried, and he didn't know how he would be treated with a vicious tongue.

Indra isn't much better than Madara, and will definitely be bitter about that.

Madara obviously thought of the same question, but what was he afraid of? Someone was holding him back anyway.Sitting down against the tree, he yawned, closed his eyes, and said nonchalantly: "I'm sleepy, and Asura is coming out, you explain to them."

"Me too..." Sleepy.

Swallowing the last words back into his stomach, he watched Asura's eyes open, pure and completely different from Madara's deepness.Struggling for a few seconds on the dangerous edge of character, First Daime closed his eyes in melancholy, he didn't want to care about this matter.

I believe that the two brothers will be able to tide over the difficulties together and become more harmonious and friendly from now on.

... The two Otsutsuki brothers who had been tricked by the reincarnation, opened their eyes and saw each other for the first time. The mood at that moment is indescribable.

A few seconds later, Asura, who was slowed down, screamed, "Brother, your face——!"

Asura rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he was wrong, but the real brother, and the bruises on his face that could not be concealed, all proved that he was not wrong.

Asura was shocked, he didn't even look at the environment, didn't think about it, they were sleeping soundly on their own bed.

Asura crawled over, knelt and supported his brother's face with trembling hands, and was so angry that he didn't even recognize himself for the first time, "Who is it! Who is it! How dare you! How dare you do anything to your brother!!"

Indra couldn't react a little, should he be surprised by the pain in his body, or should he be amazed that his brother would have such an expression.

But soon, he figured it out, and at the same time comforted Asura and calmed down, "It doesn't matter, skin trauma. As for who, I think..." He looked at Asura, his cold gaze seemed to be able to penetrate skin/flesh, With an indescribable emotion, he directly hit a guy pretending to be dead.

"Is it Madara?" Asura also understood, and then fell silent for a while, feeling very strange: his brother's reincarnation beat him up!

"That's too much," he said.

Even a reincarnation can't do anything to his brother, and he still uses his body.

It's like, like, he beat up his brother.

"Don't think too much." Indra's face darkened, "It's not your fault."

"Brother..." Asura was very moved: My brother is my brother, what a good person!

With a stiff face, Indra repeated, "Don't think too much about it."

He was actually not as calm as he showed, Madara would want to beat him, he had noticed this a long time ago, and it was expected that he would use Asura's hand, but——he lost! !

Madara and Ashura are over there, and he and Hashirama are here. They are all a combination of yin and yang. Why did they lose?

Could it be that Asura is destined to defeat him, is Asura stronger than him...?

No, no, there will not be a younger brother who is stronger than an older brother in this world...

Indra's expression was complicated, and he didn't want to face Asura any more.

"Yeah, I don't want to, I don't want to think about anything." Asura wiped away his tears, not caring about other things, "I'll get the medicine, your face can't be ruined!"

"..." Wait, brother, your focus is wrong?