[Comprehensive] Forced to Mary Sue

If one day, there is no war in the world, no use for weapons, and collective unemployment of ninjas, then the Uchiha clan should not have to worry about food.

For example, going to the circus to perform fireballs or something...

Judging from the fact that the Uchiha clan specializes in producing beautiful men, this is a circus with both good looks and strength...

The night falls, and the mountains and fields are silent.

While eating the grilled fish produced by Uchiha, I stared at Uchiha who was eating grilled fish on the other side, thinking about this question very seriously.

This Uchiha boy is only twelve or thirteen years old. Of course, ninjas cannot guess their strength just by their appearance, just like no one would have guessed that the off-line and naturally dull watermelon-headed boss of the Senju family is a person who can kill the enemy. The existence of an adult ninja who is easily defeated.I don't know how strong this young man is. Anyway, not talking about chakra, just talking about melee combat can definitely beat me into thousands of cherry blossoms scattered all over the ground.

It was probably because my gaze was too resentful, the boy turned his head to look at me, his eyes were full of doubts, he was still chewing the fish, his cheeks were bulging.

If I were sitting in front of the computer watching Hokage right now, I would probably open the document right away and tailor a Mary Suwen for him.

"Do you live nearby?" Uchiha boy asked me, "But there should be no villages nearby."

It seemed that he didn't recognize me. I was relieved, and the fish felt a little more at ease.I nodded and said, "I live quite far from here, and I'm here to catch fish." At the end, I showed him the smile that a five-year-old girl should have, "Thank you, big brother!"

Let the boy rest in peace!This is a treatment that the eldest, second and third children of the Qianshou family have never enjoyed!

The Uchiha boy waved his hand: "It's a small matter." He paused, and then asked, "Do you have an older brother or something?"

……

...boy, what are you doing...

So this really is the base shadow ninja...

……

I thought about it, and told the truth: "There are three older brothers."

"Oh..." the Uchiha boy said, "I've seen a man who looks a lot like you and has the same hairstyle as you, but he has black hair."

……

Oh.

etc!What's with this sudden ominous premonition!

The Uchiha boy continued: "He is very good at hitting water."

This ominous premonition is getting stronger...

"Ah... I will definitely beat him next time..."

I just felt that there were thousands of Hizama water escape ninjutsu impacting my young heart, and I turned my head mechanically to look at this Uchiha boy: young, fried hair, good-looking, and good-looking.

I always feel that all these keywords point to one person.

I said to the Uchiha boy with a loli-specific sweet voice: "It must be fine, the big brother is so good, and the grilled fish is so delicious! I want to know the name of the big brother?"

The Uchiha boy froze for a moment, seemed to think about it in his heart, and then said: "In terms of name... my name is Madara."

Oh……

Madara...

It was Mr. Mardala who was asking him to hold the heroine Mary Sue and say "what do you want me to do, you tortured little fairy" before I was entrusted by the God of Mary Sue...

I swallowed the fish with tears in my mouth, and was honored to be stabbed by the fishbone.

I will do my best to let Uncle Madara grill fish for me in my lifetime, God of Mary Sue.

After eating the grilled fish, Madara stretched his waist, and then said to me: "It's getting late, and the fish is finished, so go home, little girl."

Alright sir, I'll go home right now sir.

Before parting, he said again: "Anyway, it's not safe around here recently, and wars will break out anytime, anywhere. It's good for children to stay at home obediently. If you want to eat something, just ask your father. Don't need one People run out."

... Judging from the pissing nature of the Buddha who wished to send me to the battlefield to give away my head, if I asked him to grill fish for me, he would probably smear me in the face and escape the waterfall...

Even so, I still tearfully bowed to the future BOSS whose ultimate goal is world peace: "Thank you so much! Brother Madara!"

God of Mary Sue, I almost called him Mr. Madara.

Due to the slow recovery of Chakra, I could only walk on my feet and stop and go all the way, so when I returned to the land of the Thousand Hands, it was already the morning of the third day.

The Senju Clan, known as Senju Mori, is located in the forest on the side of Nanga River. The sun rises in the morning, and the golden morning light penetrates the mist, mottled under the split of the forest, and hidden in the forest. Between the roofs that are dyed golden by the sun, and the smoke from the woods.Goshawks circled in the sky with a howl.

My return caused a commotion in the Qianshou Clan. The clansmen who were still in the clan ran out of the house one after another, rushed to tell each other, and then poured into the ancestral house, watching me inhumanely.

It wasn't until I finally had a meal and filled my stomach that I found out that early this morning, Saburo Michigaki, the young lord of Qingtian City, tore up the peace agreement, killed all the escorts, and held Qiao Ji to force the lord of Sakurai City to commit suicide. It has become known all over the country.The Lord Sakurai was furious and decided to start a war against Kiyota Castle. At noon, a group of ninjas from the Senju Clan went to Kiyota Castle to fight the Uchiha Clan employed in Kiyota Castle.

With the news of the betrayal of the young master of Qingtian City, I, Yoshimaru, and Hiroki, who were the guards of Hashihime, had already sacrificed in the understanding of the Senshou Clan.

According to Yasui who lives next door to me, after hearing the news in the morning, Fujian drank alone in the room until the guard ran to the ancestral house to inform him that I had returned safely.

After sending away the last little friend who condoled me, I closed the door and walked back slowly.It was completely dark, and I could still hear the cicadas singing more clearly. Buddha was sitting on the corridor, with his hands folded in his sleeves, with a pipe in his mouth, with a sullen face, looking at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

I looked up, the summer night sky was full of stars, presumably tomorrow will be another sunny day.

I walked to the Buddha room, sat down like him, and said, "Old man, I heard you've been drinking for a day?"

He turned his head to look at me and corrected: "It should be called Father."

I turned my head and didn't look at him: "Huh! Father or something, I don't want to call."

Buddha Room: "..."

It seemed that he didn't intend to talk to me anymore. I coughed and cleared my throat a few times, and tugged at his clothes. He turned his head to look at me impatiently. Against his stern gaze, I made my request. : "Father, my lord father, I want to eat grilled fish tomorrow."

Buddha Room: "..."

After a long time, he finally said, "Okay."

So, Tsundere is not just a specialty of the Uchiha family.

The next day, I went to Yoshimaru and Hiroki's house with the two fish that had been grilled by Buddha.

Yoshimaru's parents died early in the war. There is only one younger sister in the family. Now she has just turned five years old and is learning ninjutsu under the guidance of her uncle. After getting the news of Yoshimaru's death, she ran to Yoshimaru's room and presented a Put on a small armor, and said: "Master Zhuanjian, this is the armor my brother wore when he first went to the battlefield. I will wear it in the future and go to the battlefield with Master Zhujian to kill the enemy." After speaking, she had tears in her eyes His eyes were full of hatred, "Uchiha clan, I will never forgive you."

I touched her head, handed her the grilled fish and said, "Let's eat something first."

After leaving Yoshimaru's house, I went straight to Yuki's house, but the door of his house was locked, and the aunt who lived next door said that he had no relatives.

Wars happen almost every day, so clansmen are lost almost every day.This has become a common scenario in the ninja world, but everyone is familiar with it.

Hashirama returned home with some food in hand, he swept into the house through the gate like a gust of wind, and filled his stomach with a pile of food on the table, I still held the chopsticks in my hand, watching him in a daze , at the end he wiped his mouth and rubbed my hair: "After taking Bingliang pills for several days, I can finally eat normal meals."

If I recall correctly...his paw...appeared to have brushed his mouth just now.

……

Fujian folded his arms and carefully asked Hashirama, who was under my feet, about the situation on the battlefield.It has to be said that Zhuma has already become one of the ace ninjas of the Senshou Clan at a young age. Since he entered the battlefield, he has basically been invincible and has never failed, and this time is no exception.

He smiled and gave a thumbs up at my feet: "So, don't worry, father, I will definitely protect my younger brothers and sisters!"

I rubbed the watermelon rind on my head and said sadly: "And you didn't even protect your sister's hair well."

"That was just an accident, Brick Room..."

"However, after the accident happened, it was no longer an accident..."

After eating and exchanging the philosophy of war with Buddha, Hashirama changed his clothes, saying that he wanted to have a love exchange with his friends. After I sternly refused to go with him, he was depressed for a while, still in a hurry ran out.

And his so-called "communication of love" is, needless to say, a crowd-rolled game of dice.

Yes, the future God of Ninja World, the first generation of Naruto Senju Hashirama, is a third-rate gambler. At a young age, he has already learned to find happiness in dice.Unlike his undefeated experience on the battlefield, every time he and his friends from the Qianshou family gather to throw dice, they end up losing all their pocket money and returning to the ancestral house depressed.

However, he has been defeated and defeated repeatedly.After the depression, a new round of enthusiasm for rolling dice was ignited.

With the task gold in his arms, he stood at the gate and waved to me: "Brick, I will buy you a wig when my brother wins the money!"

The summer sun was hot, and the air was filled with the fresh smell of trees. I sat in the corridor with my hands folded, and when I heard this, I took off a slipper and threw it at him like I usually practice throwing shuriken: "Go! "

After all, Hashirama didn't win any money that day. Not long after he entered the game, a ninja who came back from the battlefield reported that Togama and Itama were attacked by ninja troops from the Uchiha clan on the way back, and Hashirama immediately left Dice led the team to the rescue, but in the end only brought back the wounded Tobima and the corpses of Itamama.

There was another small grave in the forest at the end of Nanhechuan, and the Qianshou clan accepted the death of another young life very calmly.

It's just that there were no bright stars in the sky that night, and it had been raining heavily since evening, and the bells on the porch eaves were jingling in the wind.The summer rainy night was still somewhat air-conditioned, and the Buddha was wearing a coat, sitting on the corridor and drinking wine all night.

I imitated the appearance of Buddha Room and sat under the corridor watching the rain curtain. Buddha Room poured a glass of wine and handed it to me. Is there a problem. After I finish drinking, you will definitely lock me up in a small dark room with the excuse of 'drinking underage'. I won't be fooled!"

"Ah, you suddenly became wise."

"Too cunning!" I said angrily, "If you want to put me in confinement, just say so, old man!"

Fojian poured himself a cup and drank it in one gulp: "You have been to the confinement room many times, have you thought about anything?"

I touched my chin and thought for a while: "Well, I have seriously thought about why the clan emblem of the Thousand-Handed Clan is not a thousand-handed."

"..."

"Sure enough, it's because a thousand hands are too difficult to draw, right?"

Fojian sighed, held back for a long time, and said, "Go!"

……

So I went to the little black house.

The small black house of the Thousand Hands Clan, as the name suggests, is really a small black house. There is no lighting provided here at night, and only through the light from the paper window of the sliding door, you can barely see the family emblem of the Thousand Hands Clan on the wall. .

Both Hashirama and I are regulars here.

Pushing open the sliding door, I found that someone was already squatting here, the light in the corridor just projected onto the wall engraved with the family emblem, and there was a person huddled in the corner, that person shrugged his shoulders, and could still hear faint Sobbing.

I watched for a while, and when I was about to close the door and leave, he suddenly said:

"Brick, big brother will definitely protect you and Feijian... definitely..."

The voice is immature, with a crying voice, I don't know why, but I feel very reliable.

The first generation of Hokage, Senshoujuma, who was off-line and inconspicuous, was able to win the love and support of everyone, not only because of his strong strength... but also, this ability that people can't help but trust...

I looked at the depressed figure, and said expressionlessly: "Then, let me take a bite of your flesh."

Hashirama suddenly raised his head: "..."

Looking at Watermelon's face covered with snot and tears, I smiled like he usually did and gave him a thumbs up: "Yeah."

You not only protected your younger brother later on.

You also protected many people's younger brothers.

…… Except Mr. Madara.