Douluo’s Uchiha Madara

“We…and…” Uchiha Madara’s eyes slowly closed, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his consciousness plunged into darkness.

Hashirama, old friend, I’m so sorry!

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“Where is this place?” Uchiha Madara’s consciousness gradually became clear, and he looked at all the luxuriant trees around, and couldn’t help but wonder.

“It seems that I am dead! But this does not seem to be the Pure Land of the Underworld!” Uchiha Madara looked at his translucent palm, making him more puzzled.

Just as Uchiha Madara was thinking, a powerful attraction force never diverged, making him unprepared to prevent the next stagger.

But the years of ninja life allowed him to exercise his physical instincts, and immediately lowered his body to resist this force.

“Is the body attracted to the soul? Forget it, let’s go and take a look!” Uchiha Madara carefully felt this familiar attraction, which was very similar to the traction when he was attracted by Impure World Reincarnation. Giving up resistance followed this attraction force and flew not far away.

“Yi! This is?” Madara turned her head abruptly and looked into the depths of the forest, where he felt a few tyrannical auras rising into the sky.

Madara licked the inexplicably dry corners of her mouth, her eyes full of fighting intent and excitement: “Is the Kage Level expert’s melee? How does it compare to Five Kages?”

Although Madara I want to take a look in the past and test the tolerance of these people, but now as a Soul Body, I can’t participate in the battle at all, I can only secretly thought it was a pity.

After that, I was full of regretfully sucking into the distance, and thought regretfully: “It’s a pity! I hope Uchiha Madara can meet these people and dance in the future!”

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“Ah Yin! No!”

“I want you to die!”

With a few heart-wrenching shouts, the battle deep in the forest follows The end.

A middle-aged man in ragged clothes, holding a small baby, walked lonely from the depths of the forest like a walking corpse.

“En?” The man found the cry of babies not far away from the grass. May the dead eyes show a trace of expression, and then quickly dimmed, as if he did not hear Usually go outside the forest.

Generally, the people who throw the child here do not intend to let the child live, but kill that’s all through the mouth of Spirit Beast.

The baby’s cry is getting louder and louder, and the middle-aged footsteps can’t help but become stiff. After being helplessly sighed, he turns back on the same road, picks up the baby from the grass, and walks outside the forest in the setting sun. go with.

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Six years later, Douluo Continent, Saint Spirit Village.

On a small hill next to the village named after Spirit Saint was born.

A ray of morning light penetrated through the layers of clouds and shone on a green hill.

The hill is not high, two thin and immature silhouettes are sitting on it, soon, the first sun slowly crawls out from the east, one of the child eyes opened, gently spits out one mouthful of impure air , Stood up and said to the slightly older child next to him: “Brother, it’s late, let’s go home!”

This slightly older child is Uchiha Madara. He came here six years ago. World, was picked up and named-Madara, and had a younger brother named Tang San.

Madara later learned that this is not Ninja World, but a brand new World, and this continent is called Douluo Continent.

Madara opened the eyes slowly after hearing Tang San’s call. Originally, he could refining Chakra anytime and anywhere, but his younger brother Tang San didn’t know why, he would watch the sunrise here every morning.

Because of worrying about the younger brother, Madara put the morning training place here.

Madara stood up from the ground and rubbed Tang San’s blue hair half shorter than herself, stupefied as if she saw the gentle character Izuna.

“Let’s go!” The dust on Madara patted’s body followed Tang San to the home of Saint Spirit Village.

Saint Spirit Village Blacksmith Shop

Tang Hao, who just woke up from a hangover, looked back and the dining table in front of them was frowned.

“Little Madara, you are going to grab other child’s things again!” Tang Hao looked at the food, although it was not rich, but the amount was very sufficient.

“It’s just some pocket money that’s all! These few times are offered by themselves!” Madara said indifferently.

As a blacksmith in the village, Tang Hao had a very meager income. Coupled with years of heavy drinking, he slept in the morning and only worked in the afternoon, so he had little money left.

When the two of Madara are growing up, naturally they can’t treat themselves badly. Besides, at the time of Madara Peak, I was able to bully the younger child Onoki, let alone blackmail my “peers” now.

Although previous life has opened up and agreed with Senju Hashirama’s concept of love, the concept of experts are respected engraved in the bones has not completely changed.

“No matter where you are, experts are respected, weakling can only be dominated. This is the eternal truth!” Madara thought silently while eating.

Whether it was the aura that was both equally excellent with Kage Level at the beginning, or the news of Spirit Master I heard, I told Madara that this is by no means a friendly World.

“Anyway, don’t do this again in the future!” Tang Hao paused continued.

Madara raised her head and glanced at Tang Hao. If she didn’t say anything, she didn’t know if it was a acquiescence, or as in one ear and out the other.

“Father, big brother didn’t mean that! He was born with such a character!” Tang Hao, whose face turned black, Tang San rushed out to make a round.

Tang Hao’s complexion eased, and then he felt a terrible headache. The two children seem to be two extremes, one is arrogant and strong, the other is humble and polite, the other is indifferent and the other is gentle.

“What did you think, come back with this kid!” Tang Hao had a trace of regret at this time.

After the meal, Tang Hao turned back to the inside, his back to Tang San warned repeatedly: “I will go to bed for a while. If you have a job, you will pick it up first, and I will do it this afternoon!”

“Okay! Father.” Tang San nodded seriously. And Madara was un’ed, came outside on her own, and began to refine Chakra again.

Normally, most of these chores are done by Tang San. As a drunkard, Tang Hao would naturally not object, and Madara’s previous life as a ninja was good at killing people and knew nothing about housework.

So the two have a clear division of labor. Tang San mainly cooks and other tasks, while Madara goes out to “work” to subsidize the family.

What Tang Hao and Madara could not think of was that Tang Shan actually asked for a piece of pig iron, which made Ban puzzled.

When Tang Hao heard that Tang San wanted to be a blacksmith, he pulled a chair and sat there, and asked Madara in the corner lazily, “Little Madara, will you also be a blacksmith in the future?”

“I’m not interested, I want to be an expert!” Madara said without opening her eyes.

Tang Hao’s eyes flashed mockingly, “Expert? Why?”

Madara looked up at the starry night sky outside the window, whispered: “Maybe, I want to stand Higher up, you can see the scenery under the mountain.”

People standing on high places will instinctively climb up to the top of the mountain even if they fall into the clouds, because they are used to the scenery at high places.

“Do you want to travel the scenery of the mainland after you have the power?” Tang Hao’s originally drooping eyes opened again, examining Madara.

And Madara thought that at the beginning of Shinobi World War, she stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at the ninja that was almost the entire Ninja World like ants.

“What a fascinating scenery!”

Then Tang Hao refocused his eyes on Tang San. After some instruction, Tang San also received a mission from his father: Hammer a large piece of van iron into a fist-sized iron essence.

Madara looked excited Tang San in the corner, browses tightly frowns, and said a little displeased: “Little San, do you really just want to be a blacksmith? Don’t you want to be an expert?”

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“Ah, brother. I think blacksmiths are also good. No one said that blacksmiths can’t be experts!” Tang San hammered the iron essence, and turned back a little panting.

Although his immature body looks extremely thin, he is extremely firm and confident.

“Yes, natural divine force, and this belief, there is some strength!” Madara held her arms next to her, looked up and wielded the hammer for one hour, although she was exhausted, she still persisted. Tang San, a trace of movement flashed in his eyes.

I can’t get behind anymore! Madara then picked up a few ordinary iron weights from the courtyard and went to the woods outside the village to start exercising.

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