[Hokage] Mrs. Hasuma
Chapter 3
In the decades of lonely life that followed, carefully recalling the bits and pieces with Hashirama was probably Uchiha Madara's only joy.
Because the battle with Zhujian was really cool!No one can give Madara the unparalleled enjoyment of fighting like Hashirama.With Hashirama, Madara finds it boring to fight with other people.
Madara thinks very highly of herself and is proud of Uchiha's bloodline, but in front of Hashirama, she can block no matter what moves she makes, and even turn against the general!This power makes Madara longing and intoxicated.
A little bit of dissatisfaction is that every time she fights with Zhujian, she will babble about the alliance.
"Madara, from the bottom of my heart, I want to build a village where children can grow up smoothly! Let's stop, once the two families form an alliance, other families will submit to us!"
Madara knew it would work, but he couldn't trust anyone anymore.The heavy burdens he assumed prematurely caused the delicate-minded Madara to lose his smile early and become a majestic patriarch.Year after year, too many calculations and betrayals among the alliances made him tired.
"Master Madara, the messenger of the Akido family said that if Uchiha disagrees with their conditions, they will go to the Senju family, and they said that anyway, the master of the Senju family has no pretensions, as long as he is willing to form an alliance with her, he will do anything." Okay. Seriously, what do they think of the Uchiha family, alternates!"
"Master Madara, even the members of the Hatake family have turned to that Senshou! They only choose the strongest family, damn it! Master Madara, you have to find a way!"
"Master Madara, two of our allies have defected and joined Senshou! Do you want to teach them a lesson?"
His mind gradually changed.
Only by being absolutely strong can others submit, can wars be stopped, and dreams can be realized.Talking about military affairs on paper is ultimately false.
However, in terms of strength, that Hashirama was always pressing on his head, making Madara restless.
He is unwilling to form an alliance with Zhujian, not only because of his younger brother's opposition and disbelief in the alliance, but also because of his own dignity, but also because he enjoys fighting with Zhujian very much.
At least during that period of time, Madara was completely immersed in the battle, enjoying the pleasure and forgetting all the unpleasant things.
However, the death of his younger brother Izumi made Madara wake up suddenly.
Did he not protect his younger brother because he was too weak?
Madara held his younger brother's still warm eyes, his heart seemed to be cut severely by a blunt knife, his eyes began to ache again, and his vision blurred for a while.
"Brother, accept my eyes and become stronger, please protect Uchiha as you protect me from now on..."
Compared with Madara, Izumi has more love for the leader of the whole clan.For a long time, it was this younger brother who worked hard to coordinate the relationship between Madara and the Uchiha tribe, maintain Madara's majesty, and was even more popular than Madara.
Since Izumi entrusted his love for the family to me...
Madara touched his own eyes, carefully and calmly cut off the meridians bit by bit, dug them out, and then put Izumi's eyes on them, connecting them one by one.
Does it hurt?Nothing compares to heartache.
With the unblocking of the last meridian, Madara moved his eyeballs, feeling an unprecedented burst of powerful force.
Thank you, Izumi, I will use the new power you gave me to kill Hashirama, become number one in the ninja world, and protect the Uchiha family!
The confident Madara did not expect that he would still lose to Hashirama.
Madara did not expect that Hashirama hadn't given up on the dream he had agreed with him.
Really... lost to her.
Madara couldn't help but want to see Hashirama's confused expression, her pained and helpless expression.
As if making things difficult on purpose, Madara made his condition.
Either you die or your brother dies.Hashirama, how would you choose?
But when he saw that Hashirama really swung Kunai to stab at his lower abdomen, before Madara could react, his body had already moved by himself.
Madara grabbed Hashirama's hand and stopped her.
The sense of frustration is getting stronger, whether it is strength or determination.
This caused a strong desire to conquer in Madara's body.Ever since the first fight with Hashirama, there has been a desire to conquer, pushing Madara forward and upward all the time.
He wanted to conquer such a strong man.
"...Either you change your surname to Uchiha and become a woman in my family."
At least formally, you submit to me.
The fool Hashirama really agreed, she is so naive.For the righteousness, for the former friendship, for the dream, no matter it is life or dignity, she can abandon it.
After Hashirama and the others left, Madara lay on the cold hard ground, looked at the sky that was slowly darkening, and laughed heartily.
"Hashirama, no matter how strong you are, you will be my wife from now on, a member of the Uchiha family!"
Smiling and laughing, there was bitterness in Madara's throat.
It's really embarrassing, I have been reduced to such an ugly situation.
Use the death of your loved ones in exchange for strength, use illusory appearances to cover up your true intentions, and use fragile contracts to force others to bow their heads.
Completely lost.
The moonlight was like blood, and Madara dragged his scarred body back to the territory of the Uchiha clan step by step.
There is no longer a warm light waiting for him.
When announcing the news to the tribe, no one could see the unwillingness and frustration in his heart.
Quan Ming, is dead.
From now on, he will be alone, bearing the burden of the clan.
Seven days later, at the alliance meeting, the Senju family signed a contract with the Uchiha family, and Hashirama completed his last mission as the patriarch, so he changed into a white bridal attire.Madara also changed into the groom's attire, and started a stiff wedding under the needle-like stares of the Senju tribe.
In stark contrast to Madara's gloomy face was Hashirama, who had a bright smile. She had her long dark hair pulled up, wearing a snow-white bridal gown, with a blush on her lips.
Unexpectedly, this guy has such a feminine side... Madara couldn't help but take a few more glances, feeling a little better.
However, once he thought that Hashirama was happy because of the alliance, not the marriage, Madara snorted, picked up the wine glass, and drank it down.
The lengthy ceremony was finally over, and everyone retreated, with a straight face, and stopped Madara angrily: "I warn you, you'd better treat my sister better, otherwise..."
For this man who killed his younger brother, Madara wanted to make him unhappy, the more unhappy he was, the happier he was, so Madara showed his first smile of the night, a smile full of sarcasm.
"What can you do? Hashirama is already the head of the 'Uchiha' family, 'Mrs.'."
Feijian stared angrily, and his face was red.Madara didn't bother to say much, pulled on Hashirama, strode into the new house, and slammed the door shut.
However, once he calmed down and realized the current situation, Madara's heart beat a little faster, and it always felt awkward to hold Hashirama's hand.
So... the one with Hashirama "her"?
It feels weird!
But, having said that, Hashirama's hands are smaller than hers.Madara pinched it, feeling that it felt good, and couldn't help feeling a little strange in her heart.
Hashirama is my woman now.
Madara realized the restlessness in his heart, and felt uncomfortable for a while.He didn't want to admit at all that he had feelings for that watermelon-headed, flat-chested tomboy.What he identified with was only Hashirama on the battlefield, as for Hashirama who became an ordinary woman, he had no interest at all!
In other words, after standing at the door of the room for so long, why didn't Zhujian make any movement, let herself be pulled, and stood behind silently, could it be that she was shy?
Sure enough, it's a woman's house, and for things like marriage...
Madara coughed lightly, and as soon as he turned his head, he met Hashirama's face, who was looking at him with interest, his swarthy eyes didn't even blink.
Madara took a step back immediately, frowning: "What are you looking at!"
"Hey, you're blushing!" Hashirama smiled, his eyes sparkling, "Are you shy?"
"Who would be shy!"
But Madara realized that his face was really red, he thought, he must have been pissed off by that idiot Hashirama!
"Hashirama, as a bride, how can you stare at your husband! How rude!"
Madara said angrily, dragging Hashirama towards the mattress.
Just be quick, make a quick decision, and go straight to it!
Thinking of this, Madara pushed with his hand, but Hashirama just staggered, and didn't fall down as expected at all, and his face was inexplicable.
"Blade, why are you pushing me? Uchiha's new wedding customs?"
Madara concealed her embarrassment loudly: "That's right! If you marry into my family, you must obediently obey the rules of the Uchiha family!"
"Oh...well..." Hashirama lowered his head, looking depressed, "You push, if you can push it down..."
"Heh, don't think I can't push you down!"
Madara's competitive spirit was aroused again, he rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on Hashirama's shoulders, and began to exert strength.There was a smile on the corner of Zhujian's mouth, and he stood still without moving.
And so, in the warm and ambiguous new house, the candlelight flickered slightly, the newlyweds remained motionless, staring at each other, stalemate like a conjoined sculpture for half an hour.
Madara was the first to feel anxious.
It's fine if Hashirama is stupid, why should he be stupid with him!
Suffering from being unable to move his hands and feet, Ban Xin came up with a plan and activated Sharingan.
"Hashirama, try my illusion!"
Hashirama immediately found himself in the furnace, and the dancing flames burned like the mood of the caster.
"Madara, you look anxious? Do you want to pee?"
"Piss your sister! Don't mention that!"
"Madara, you also said that as a ninja, you have to look directly at your own weaknesses, so..."
A few tentacle-like wooden traps suddenly rose from the floor, unexpectedly knocked Madara to the ground, and Hashirama pressed against his back, leaned over and smiled, "Do you want me to heal you?"
Madara didn't expect that she was the one being crushed, so she was extremely embarrassed, and when she looked back, she slapped her hard.Unexpectedly, after taking a mouthful of powder, his mouth was bitter and astringent, and he cursed angrily: "Hashirama! What did you put on your face!!!"
Hashirama rubbed his face, and the tooth marks that were about to ooze blood instantly became smooth again, and said with a smile: "Oh, this is the bridal makeup that my mother painted for me. It is said to be high-grade lead powder. Okay, does it look good?"
Hashirama looked hopeful, but Madara, who picked up the glass next to him to rinse his mouth, didn't want to join in at all.
"What kind of makeup! Do you want to poison me to death! Go and wash it off for me! No more makeup is allowed!"
Hashirama, with a dejected look of "it's rare for me to put on makeup but you say that about me", nodded with a heavy heart, stood up slowly, and walked towards the bathroom in the small single room next door.
Madara took the opportunity to sit up, sorting her clothes, and suddenly heard: "Well, do you want me to help you take a bath?"
"Huh?" Madara thought he heard it wrong, "What did you say?"
Hashirama explained seriously: "Mother said that the bride will help the groom to bathe! Madara, no matter what, I want to be a good bride too. You can take it off. I have experience in bathing younger brothers. I can It's clean and comfortable for you!"
However, recalling the shameful and indignant face of Tomona, Hashirama's mood sank again, and he added softly: "Probably... maybe..."
"What's the matter with 'probably'!" Madara immediately raised his hand to stop Hashirama from coming, "I don't need that kind of service!"
"Oh..." The continuously battered Hashirama floated into the bathroom.
The room fell into silence for a moment, Madara looked at Hashirama, the curves under the white bridal gown, her heart suddenly beat fast.
The more aware of Hashirama's gender, the more intense his eagerness to move.
That Hashirama is my woman.
He wanted to crush the man who was so powerful that he looked down on the crowd to do whatever he wanted.
I want to hear her pleading voice.
I want her to give birth to the strongest Uchiha son.
Madara couldn't help but chuckled softly.
Hashirama came over after drying his face, and sat beside Madara.
The candle was half burned, but the light was still bright. The two looked at each other and looked at each other, as if meeting for the first time.
Relationships are not the same after all.
Once best friend, now husband and wife.
"Madara, it seems that you are also very happy."
"yes……"
Madara raised his hand and actively put his arm around Hashirama's shoulder, both of them froze.
"The Uchiha family and the Senju family have finally formed an alliance. I can even see a bright future, just like it used to be..."
Hashirama looked forward to it, but Madara didn't make a sound.
Whether the future comes true or not, my younger brother is dead.
Thinking of this, Madara broke Hashirama's face and slammed into it hard, blocking what Hashirama wanted to say.
All kinds of emotions came out, and Madara felt dizzy, and her impulse became stronger and stronger.
However, amidst the burning flames of confusion, there was also a faintly clear voice calling out.
Between the pillars... between the pillars...
Will you be my real family and see me as one too?
The author has something to say: It was originally a text, but later he felt that it would spoil the atmosphere, so he changed it to a small theater.
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Early the next morning, Hashirama, who had changed into casual clothes, walked out of the room and stretched.When she came to the hall, she saw the door where she had been sitting all night. She felt warm and said with a smile, "Good brother! Don't worry, I'm fine. You are the head of the clan now, and the Thousand Hands clan can't live without you. Hurry up and go back in two days." We need to discuss the construction of the new village!"
Looking at his eldest sister in Feijian, recalling what happened last night, his face turned red, and he asked hesitantly, "Really, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay!" Hashirama said with a hearty smile, "At first I thought it would be difficult, but unexpectedly it was quite simple!"
In the room, hearing Hashirama's laughter, Madara woke up short of breath.
Why is this fellow Hashirama slightly better than me in this aspect!I'm really not reconciled!
Madara sat up, accidentally glanced at herself in the glasses, and saw the freshly healed tooth marks on her face, neck, and hands, and gritted her teeth angrily.
hateful!I don't have her resilience, how can I go out like this!
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Madara pays more attention to family members, but the family members are dead. (Madara: There is no need for this world to exist! Let me fall into a dream!
Hashirama paid more attention to the village, and the village continued. (Hashirama: So I died contentedly, and provided the corpse to the village for research.
Really...
So you just get together!
Hey, how do you ask Madara to go out?Hahaha there is lead powder between the pillars! (Hello
Because the battle with Zhujian was really cool!No one can give Madara the unparalleled enjoyment of fighting like Hashirama.With Hashirama, Madara finds it boring to fight with other people.
Madara thinks very highly of herself and is proud of Uchiha's bloodline, but in front of Hashirama, she can block no matter what moves she makes, and even turn against the general!This power makes Madara longing and intoxicated.
A little bit of dissatisfaction is that every time she fights with Zhujian, she will babble about the alliance.
"Madara, from the bottom of my heart, I want to build a village where children can grow up smoothly! Let's stop, once the two families form an alliance, other families will submit to us!"
Madara knew it would work, but he couldn't trust anyone anymore.The heavy burdens he assumed prematurely caused the delicate-minded Madara to lose his smile early and become a majestic patriarch.Year after year, too many calculations and betrayals among the alliances made him tired.
"Master Madara, the messenger of the Akido family said that if Uchiha disagrees with their conditions, they will go to the Senju family, and they said that anyway, the master of the Senju family has no pretensions, as long as he is willing to form an alliance with her, he will do anything." Okay. Seriously, what do they think of the Uchiha family, alternates!"
"Master Madara, even the members of the Hatake family have turned to that Senshou! They only choose the strongest family, damn it! Master Madara, you have to find a way!"
"Master Madara, two of our allies have defected and joined Senshou! Do you want to teach them a lesson?"
His mind gradually changed.
Only by being absolutely strong can others submit, can wars be stopped, and dreams can be realized.Talking about military affairs on paper is ultimately false.
However, in terms of strength, that Hashirama was always pressing on his head, making Madara restless.
He is unwilling to form an alliance with Zhujian, not only because of his younger brother's opposition and disbelief in the alliance, but also because of his own dignity, but also because he enjoys fighting with Zhujian very much.
At least during that period of time, Madara was completely immersed in the battle, enjoying the pleasure and forgetting all the unpleasant things.
However, the death of his younger brother Izumi made Madara wake up suddenly.
Did he not protect his younger brother because he was too weak?
Madara held his younger brother's still warm eyes, his heart seemed to be cut severely by a blunt knife, his eyes began to ache again, and his vision blurred for a while.
"Brother, accept my eyes and become stronger, please protect Uchiha as you protect me from now on..."
Compared with Madara, Izumi has more love for the leader of the whole clan.For a long time, it was this younger brother who worked hard to coordinate the relationship between Madara and the Uchiha tribe, maintain Madara's majesty, and was even more popular than Madara.
Since Izumi entrusted his love for the family to me...
Madara touched his own eyes, carefully and calmly cut off the meridians bit by bit, dug them out, and then put Izumi's eyes on them, connecting them one by one.
Does it hurt?Nothing compares to heartache.
With the unblocking of the last meridian, Madara moved his eyeballs, feeling an unprecedented burst of powerful force.
Thank you, Izumi, I will use the new power you gave me to kill Hashirama, become number one in the ninja world, and protect the Uchiha family!
The confident Madara did not expect that he would still lose to Hashirama.
Madara did not expect that Hashirama hadn't given up on the dream he had agreed with him.
Really... lost to her.
Madara couldn't help but want to see Hashirama's confused expression, her pained and helpless expression.
As if making things difficult on purpose, Madara made his condition.
Either you die or your brother dies.Hashirama, how would you choose?
But when he saw that Hashirama really swung Kunai to stab at his lower abdomen, before Madara could react, his body had already moved by himself.
Madara grabbed Hashirama's hand and stopped her.
The sense of frustration is getting stronger, whether it is strength or determination.
This caused a strong desire to conquer in Madara's body.Ever since the first fight with Hashirama, there has been a desire to conquer, pushing Madara forward and upward all the time.
He wanted to conquer such a strong man.
"...Either you change your surname to Uchiha and become a woman in my family."
At least formally, you submit to me.
The fool Hashirama really agreed, she is so naive.For the righteousness, for the former friendship, for the dream, no matter it is life or dignity, she can abandon it.
After Hashirama and the others left, Madara lay on the cold hard ground, looked at the sky that was slowly darkening, and laughed heartily.
"Hashirama, no matter how strong you are, you will be my wife from now on, a member of the Uchiha family!"
Smiling and laughing, there was bitterness in Madara's throat.
It's really embarrassing, I have been reduced to such an ugly situation.
Use the death of your loved ones in exchange for strength, use illusory appearances to cover up your true intentions, and use fragile contracts to force others to bow their heads.
Completely lost.
The moonlight was like blood, and Madara dragged his scarred body back to the territory of the Uchiha clan step by step.
There is no longer a warm light waiting for him.
When announcing the news to the tribe, no one could see the unwillingness and frustration in his heart.
Quan Ming, is dead.
From now on, he will be alone, bearing the burden of the clan.
Seven days later, at the alliance meeting, the Senju family signed a contract with the Uchiha family, and Hashirama completed his last mission as the patriarch, so he changed into a white bridal attire.Madara also changed into the groom's attire, and started a stiff wedding under the needle-like stares of the Senju tribe.
In stark contrast to Madara's gloomy face was Hashirama, who had a bright smile. She had her long dark hair pulled up, wearing a snow-white bridal gown, with a blush on her lips.
Unexpectedly, this guy has such a feminine side... Madara couldn't help but take a few more glances, feeling a little better.
However, once he thought that Hashirama was happy because of the alliance, not the marriage, Madara snorted, picked up the wine glass, and drank it down.
The lengthy ceremony was finally over, and everyone retreated, with a straight face, and stopped Madara angrily: "I warn you, you'd better treat my sister better, otherwise..."
For this man who killed his younger brother, Madara wanted to make him unhappy, the more unhappy he was, the happier he was, so Madara showed his first smile of the night, a smile full of sarcasm.
"What can you do? Hashirama is already the head of the 'Uchiha' family, 'Mrs.'."
Feijian stared angrily, and his face was red.Madara didn't bother to say much, pulled on Hashirama, strode into the new house, and slammed the door shut.
However, once he calmed down and realized the current situation, Madara's heart beat a little faster, and it always felt awkward to hold Hashirama's hand.
So... the one with Hashirama "her"?
It feels weird!
But, having said that, Hashirama's hands are smaller than hers.Madara pinched it, feeling that it felt good, and couldn't help feeling a little strange in her heart.
Hashirama is my woman now.
Madara realized the restlessness in his heart, and felt uncomfortable for a while.He didn't want to admit at all that he had feelings for that watermelon-headed, flat-chested tomboy.What he identified with was only Hashirama on the battlefield, as for Hashirama who became an ordinary woman, he had no interest at all!
In other words, after standing at the door of the room for so long, why didn't Zhujian make any movement, let herself be pulled, and stood behind silently, could it be that she was shy?
Sure enough, it's a woman's house, and for things like marriage...
Madara coughed lightly, and as soon as he turned his head, he met Hashirama's face, who was looking at him with interest, his swarthy eyes didn't even blink.
Madara took a step back immediately, frowning: "What are you looking at!"
"Hey, you're blushing!" Hashirama smiled, his eyes sparkling, "Are you shy?"
"Who would be shy!"
But Madara realized that his face was really red, he thought, he must have been pissed off by that idiot Hashirama!
"Hashirama, as a bride, how can you stare at your husband! How rude!"
Madara said angrily, dragging Hashirama towards the mattress.
Just be quick, make a quick decision, and go straight to it!
Thinking of this, Madara pushed with his hand, but Hashirama just staggered, and didn't fall down as expected at all, and his face was inexplicable.
"Blade, why are you pushing me? Uchiha's new wedding customs?"
Madara concealed her embarrassment loudly: "That's right! If you marry into my family, you must obediently obey the rules of the Uchiha family!"
"Oh...well..." Hashirama lowered his head, looking depressed, "You push, if you can push it down..."
"Heh, don't think I can't push you down!"
Madara's competitive spirit was aroused again, he rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on Hashirama's shoulders, and began to exert strength.There was a smile on the corner of Zhujian's mouth, and he stood still without moving.
And so, in the warm and ambiguous new house, the candlelight flickered slightly, the newlyweds remained motionless, staring at each other, stalemate like a conjoined sculpture for half an hour.
Madara was the first to feel anxious.
It's fine if Hashirama is stupid, why should he be stupid with him!
Suffering from being unable to move his hands and feet, Ban Xin came up with a plan and activated Sharingan.
"Hashirama, try my illusion!"
Hashirama immediately found himself in the furnace, and the dancing flames burned like the mood of the caster.
"Madara, you look anxious? Do you want to pee?"
"Piss your sister! Don't mention that!"
"Madara, you also said that as a ninja, you have to look directly at your own weaknesses, so..."
A few tentacle-like wooden traps suddenly rose from the floor, unexpectedly knocked Madara to the ground, and Hashirama pressed against his back, leaned over and smiled, "Do you want me to heal you?"
Madara didn't expect that she was the one being crushed, so she was extremely embarrassed, and when she looked back, she slapped her hard.Unexpectedly, after taking a mouthful of powder, his mouth was bitter and astringent, and he cursed angrily: "Hashirama! What did you put on your face!!!"
Hashirama rubbed his face, and the tooth marks that were about to ooze blood instantly became smooth again, and said with a smile: "Oh, this is the bridal makeup that my mother painted for me. It is said to be high-grade lead powder. Okay, does it look good?"
Hashirama looked hopeful, but Madara, who picked up the glass next to him to rinse his mouth, didn't want to join in at all.
"What kind of makeup! Do you want to poison me to death! Go and wash it off for me! No more makeup is allowed!"
Hashirama, with a dejected look of "it's rare for me to put on makeup but you say that about me", nodded with a heavy heart, stood up slowly, and walked towards the bathroom in the small single room next door.
Madara took the opportunity to sit up, sorting her clothes, and suddenly heard: "Well, do you want me to help you take a bath?"
"Huh?" Madara thought he heard it wrong, "What did you say?"
Hashirama explained seriously: "Mother said that the bride will help the groom to bathe! Madara, no matter what, I want to be a good bride too. You can take it off. I have experience in bathing younger brothers. I can It's clean and comfortable for you!"
However, recalling the shameful and indignant face of Tomona, Hashirama's mood sank again, and he added softly: "Probably... maybe..."
"What's the matter with 'probably'!" Madara immediately raised his hand to stop Hashirama from coming, "I don't need that kind of service!"
"Oh..." The continuously battered Hashirama floated into the bathroom.
The room fell into silence for a moment, Madara looked at Hashirama, the curves under the white bridal gown, her heart suddenly beat fast.
The more aware of Hashirama's gender, the more intense his eagerness to move.
That Hashirama is my woman.
He wanted to crush the man who was so powerful that he looked down on the crowd to do whatever he wanted.
I want to hear her pleading voice.
I want her to give birth to the strongest Uchiha son.
Madara couldn't help but chuckled softly.
Hashirama came over after drying his face, and sat beside Madara.
The candle was half burned, but the light was still bright. The two looked at each other and looked at each other, as if meeting for the first time.
Relationships are not the same after all.
Once best friend, now husband and wife.
"Madara, it seems that you are also very happy."
"yes……"
Madara raised his hand and actively put his arm around Hashirama's shoulder, both of them froze.
"The Uchiha family and the Senju family have finally formed an alliance. I can even see a bright future, just like it used to be..."
Hashirama looked forward to it, but Madara didn't make a sound.
Whether the future comes true or not, my younger brother is dead.
Thinking of this, Madara broke Hashirama's face and slammed into it hard, blocking what Hashirama wanted to say.
All kinds of emotions came out, and Madara felt dizzy, and her impulse became stronger and stronger.
However, amidst the burning flames of confusion, there was also a faintly clear voice calling out.
Between the pillars... between the pillars...
Will you be my real family and see me as one too?
The author has something to say: It was originally a text, but later he felt that it would spoil the atmosphere, so he changed it to a small theater.
-----------------------------------------
Early the next morning, Hashirama, who had changed into casual clothes, walked out of the room and stretched.When she came to the hall, she saw the door where she had been sitting all night. She felt warm and said with a smile, "Good brother! Don't worry, I'm fine. You are the head of the clan now, and the Thousand Hands clan can't live without you. Hurry up and go back in two days." We need to discuss the construction of the new village!"
Looking at his eldest sister in Feijian, recalling what happened last night, his face turned red, and he asked hesitantly, "Really, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay!" Hashirama said with a hearty smile, "At first I thought it would be difficult, but unexpectedly it was quite simple!"
In the room, hearing Hashirama's laughter, Madara woke up short of breath.
Why is this fellow Hashirama slightly better than me in this aspect!I'm really not reconciled!
Madara sat up, accidentally glanced at herself in the glasses, and saw the freshly healed tooth marks on her face, neck, and hands, and gritted her teeth angrily.
hateful!I don't have her resilience, how can I go out like this!
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Madara pays more attention to family members, but the family members are dead. (Madara: There is no need for this world to exist! Let me fall into a dream!
Hashirama paid more attention to the village, and the village continued. (Hashirama: So I died contentedly, and provided the corpse to the village for research.
Really...
So you just get together!
Hey, how do you ask Madara to go out?Hahaha there is lead powder between the pillars! (Hello
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