People In Konoha, Starting From Apprentice Uchiha Madara

Chapter 137

“Big Brother!”

Panting slightly, Tobirama happily pushed open the wooden door of Hokage’s office.

A pungent smell of alcohol made him take a step back quickly, and the scene in the room made him suddenly feel a big head.

The brand new round table in the middle of the room was filled with empty wine bottles, and Konoha’s Hokage was lying on the table like Katsuyu, facing the indifferent Madara in front of him, and said incoherently: “Drink! Madara…Don’t think… I didn’t see you raising fish just now.”

Madara glanced at Tobirama who entered the door, and at the drunk Hashirama, she nodded her eyes: “It was Sharingan just now, which made you hallucinate.”

“Really?” Hashirama suddenly felt that he was being lifted up, and his drunken eyes looked at the familiar face full of phantoms, “Tobirama, you are here, sit down and drink together.”

Tobirama, who was in a mess, took out the towel from his pocket thoughtfully and wiped the drink on Hashirama’s face.

After finishing the drunken Hashirama, Tobirama opened the doors and windows of the office with a headache and glared at the leisurely culprit.

Madara, who stroked the sake, looked at the angry gaze from the air, and slowly said, “Hashirama wants to experience the feeling of my enemies on the moon.”

Tobirama sat down with a wooden chair and barely agreed with Madara’s statement. If it weren’t for the eldest brother’s own wishes, no one would get him drunk.

He put his palm on Hashirama’s back, blooming with Chakra of similar nature, which made the quiet Chakra in his elder brother’s body begin to rush, speeding up the dissolution of the alcohol in the body.

“Have you ever thought about the events of the blood pool clan, what kind of consequences will it cause in the future?”

Madara took a sip of sake in silence, and looked at Hashirama resting on a chair. There was a hint of drunkenness in her voice: “Ideal and realization will always conflict. Hashirama thinks that peace will be achieved by establishing a hidden village. But it doesn’t seem to agree with you in your heart.”

Seeing Tobirama lowering her head in silence, Madara raised her mouth and smiled blankly, and continued: “The ninja’s survival mode of relying on commissions needs to be changed.”

Madara looked at Tobirama’s suddenly shining eyes and continued, “Do you know what Lu Sheng and I saw in the moon?”

“what?”

Tobirama, who had been indulging in thinking in the past, felt a dry throat.

“The moon was created by Sage of Six Paths.” Madara stood up and took out two bottles of sake from the iron cabinet and placed them in front of her and Tobirama’s tables. “The inside of the moon is the New World recreated by Ōtsutsuki Hamura. This grand The project is far more than building a brand-new village. Now, Hashirama and I want to emulate our predecessors and transform this Ninja World, but it’s a breeze.”

Click.

Tobirama opened the lid of the wine with his teeth, took a sip of sake, stared into Madara’s eyes, and said, “Uniting people’s hearts can be more difficult than creating the world.”

“Maybe you are right.” Madara, whose face was stained with wine red, smiled. “If the Ninja League is formed on the condition of transforming the harsh living environment of other countries, would you say that the other movies will agree?”

Tobirama, who was drinking sullenly, didn’t speak, and accelerated the surging of Chakra in his hand.

“They must agree.” Madara paused, looking over Hashirama and staring at the world map behind him. “From the moment the alliance was formed, is it necessary for creatures such as daimyo and nobles to exist in the Ninja world?”

“Well.”

With a dilapidated headache, Hashirama opened his eyes, looked at the two people facing each other in confusion, lowered his head and counted the wine bottles beside him.

Moments later, facing Madara who was holding the scroll, excitedly said, “Have I reached the threshold of ten thousand enemies?”

“Not yet.”

Madara, who unrolled the scroll on the wooden board, gave him a sideways look, and said in his heart that Tobirama was trying to reproduce the pride of drinking with the people of Yicheng, which is simply impossible.

“boom!”

The smoke rose, and the Ten Tails column, which was neatly cut and solidified into a solid body, lay quietly in the room, attracting the eyes of the Senju brothers.

Madara learned Raikage’s moves and concentrated the beating Chakra on the palm of her hand, cut off a large piece of seal and placed it in the new scroll, and said to the two people around: “This is reserved for Lu Sheng.”

The legendary sacred tree is right in front of you.

Hashirama slapped the stakes with joy, and said to Madara, “How about incorporating it into my Wood Style?”

Tobirama on the side suppressed an excited expression, and retorted: “This is the sacred tree with very important research value, you can’t just let it go.”

Hashirama, who hadn’t been hit at all, suggested enthusiastically: “What about cultivating it into a tree species?”

this way.

Madara rubbed his chin and nodded to indicate that it is feasible. If you fight against the Wood Style that contains the material of the sacred tree, it will be full of unprecedented freshness. He glanced at Tobirama and said, “Are you sure?”

Uchiha cannot be questioned by anyone. This is Tobirama’s underlying creed. He immediately sneered: “Give me time, the tree species will definitely be cultivated.”

A ringing bell came from outside the window, making Madara listen to it, but unexpectedly it was time for the ninja school to finish.

The rapid sound struck Lu Sheng’s heartstrings violently, making him restless, standing on the roof overlooking the lively crowd below.

“Today~ it’s Xiaozhili…on duty.”

There was an intermittent laughter from behind, and the drunken fire core was leaning against the wall, slowly shaking the bottle.

Lu Sheng turned and stared at his face in distress, “It’s just a little bit, there’s no need to pretend to be drunk.”

“Hiccup!~”

“Sure enough, you still drank all the Chakra-like wines that can be mastered.”

Lu Sheng decisively gave up waking up the person who was pretending to be drunk, tidy up his scattered clothes, and walked downstairs.

The lively campus returned to silence. Lu Sheng walked on the quiet promenade alone, and could clearly hear the unsuspecting heartbeat in his chest.

The door of the familiar Class A classroom opened inward, and the girl standing at the door opened her eyes in surprise, as if she didn’t know what to say.

After controlling his expression, Yui Mao hurriedly grabbed Lu Sheng’s sleeve and pulled him to the other side to ensure that the voice of the dialogue would not be heard by Chiri.

“My strength has increased a lot in the past two years. Why don’t you find a chance and try again?”

The girl with a fighting spirit on her face, frowning her heroic eyebrows, stared scorchingly at the opponent she had been looking forward to in her heart for two years.

“No problem.” Lu Sheng, who felt he was good at it, agreed, “Where to test?”

Mao was in a position where she could see a strand of purple hair wafting from the classroom to the corridor. She pondered for a moment, “This test is top secret. I’m going to the library to study which training ground is more suitable.”

After Mao said this, he secretly pointed down the corridor, missed his shoulder and walked outside the ninja school.

After receiving the signal, Lu Sheng turned around and looked at the girl standing in front of the classroom with a smile.

The light purple hair haunted her elegant face, the brilliant light and shadow made her look more radiant, and the gentleness rising in the autumn water made Lu Sheng wonder what to say for a while.

He could only trot tightly to her, facing her smiling eyes blankly, and being close to each other made it easy for him to smell the faint fragrance of Zhili’s body.

Before he could say anything, Zhili smiled close to the distance between the two of them, and instantly raised his hand, grabbed his cheek, and his eyes were stained with sullenness: “Say! Where does the alcohol come from.”

Feeling the stretched face of Lu Sheng, his voice began to become distorted, with a hint of grievance: “It was a local specialty brought from the moon to the Huohe teacher~”

“That’s it!” Zhili put his hands behind his back and rubbed his fingertips, recalling the feeling of the hand just now, leaning forward and looking at Lu Sheng at close range, “Don’t stick that kind of thing!”

The closeness of the cheeks, the close distance made each other feel the warm breath of each other, Lu Sheng silently turned his cheeks, took out two scrolls from the ninja bag and placed them in the girl’s hands.

“The white scroll is sealed with lunar soil.”

“Meteorite is sealed inside the black scroll.”

Lu Sheng held the scroll tightly to the girl’s slender palm, and spoke earnestly.

“Lunar soil?”

Zhiri stared at the white scroll in his left hand, his eyes flickering at his right hand, and placed it in front of Lu Sheng to signal him to take it back.

Things like meteorite iron are too precious, and her ninja sword is enough, and she doesn’t need such an exquisite ninja.

Lu Sheng, who suddenly realized that the two sides had been standing in the corridor for a long time, smiled and pushed the girl’s right hand back, closing the classroom.

The two walking in the shade evaded the scorching glow. He explained to Zhili’s puzzled eyes: “We have found something better on the moon. We can create a set of flame fans that belong to us.”

Zhili pursed his face, flashed his eyes, and whispered, “It’s just Lu Sheng.”

Lu Sheng stopped, stared into her eyes, and emphasized every word: “It’s us.”

After understanding what Zhili had, he took Lu Sheng’s right hand and clasped his fingers tightly.

The warm palms conveyed the temperature of each other, blending together silently, the closeness of the heart made her smile like a flower, and briskly repeated: “It’s us.”

The clouds on the horizon were stirred by the setting sun at this moment, and the sky where light and dark converge was dyed with intoxicating red clouds.