People In Konoha, Starting From Apprentice Uchiha Madara

Chapter 27

On the familiar bench, Lu Sheng showed a sly smile, shaking his head and vetoed all of Tobirama’s suggestions.

“You don’t need Chakra refining or controlling Chakra, what do you want?” Tobirama looked at him with a headache, and the boy who clearly asked for a “consultant fee”, the hunch in his heart was right.

These things are available in the Uchiha clan, and the terrestrial ones will not be fooled by Tobirama.

Tobirama decided to take his unique skills and tempted him: “Do you want to learn Water Style?”

Lu Sheng immediately shook his head and said in a troubled tone: “I want to dare to learn your Water Style, and the elders will not let me go.”

Hearing that Tobirama took off his jacket and hung it on the chair, his capable body propped up the black tight-fitting ninja suit, Kong Wu’s powerful fingers tapped on the tabletop, dispelling the figure of a masked man in his mind.

Turning around inadvertently, he noticed the smile hidden in the boy’s eyes. Only then did he realize that he had already wanted what he wanted and deliberately let himself guess for a long time.

Tobirama sits upright and nods slightly, his eyes full of expectation, to see what new tricks he can make: “Say, what do you think of me?”

“Are the samples still there?”

Lu Sheng’s question made Tobirama understand what he wanted, and hurriedly took out the tea kettle from the drawer and put it on the table.

“It turned out to be this.” Tobirama played with the tea kettle, feeling the special texture of the metal in his hand, with silk Eight Trigrams in his pupils, and lowered his voice: “Do you want to make knives or re-forge knives for your little girlfriend.”

The corners of Lu Sheng’s mouth suddenly stagnated, and he lowered his voice, preparing to fight against the generals: “Isn’t Mr. Tobirama not? In the process of forging the seal ninja, do you leave yourself any materials alone?”

Smiling Tobirama’s face was slightly startled. Knowing that he was right, he continued softly: “Teacher, please wait a minute, I’ll go find Chiri.”

The boy’s back gradually disappeared from the field of vision, the red eyes that bloomed with inexplicable light slowly closed, Tobirama relaxed his body and leaned back comfortably, the silver hair covering his coat made a rustling sound.

In the quiet classroom, Zhili sat lazily on his seat, with purple hair casually scattered on his shoulders, reviewing class notes intently.

Yesterday, Lu Sheng whispered in her ear, begging to bring the Shinobi knife over, saying that there was a chance to squeeze the wool.

When I turned the page, I raised my eyes and flickered. Then I found the boy sitting next to him with a cold voice with apologetics: “Somewhat fascinated, Mr. Tobirama said that the actual method of shuriken is really good.”

“I made you wait too long.” Lu Sheng shook his head, looked at her drawer, “Come with me.”

Chiri slung the long tube with the Short Sword across his shoulders. The white shoulder strap couldn’t restrain the crystal clear purple hair swaying with the trot. The knife handle inside the shaking cylinder collided with a slight buzzing sound.

The leisurely Tobirama heard the footsteps outside the door, adjusted his sitting posture and straightened his back, clearing the messy desk.

Sure enough, it was Zhili.

She took the two Short Swords she took out of the cylinder, placed one on the table, and took the other out of the scabbard and looked at it carefully.

The handle of the knife twitched slowly in Tobirama’s hand, and the white blade body and the scabbard slowly rubbed and made a crisp sound of the knife, and the sharp blade was glowing in the room.

Good knife.

Tobirama secretly said.

The red eye pupils were filled with satisfied gazes. These two knives were exactly what he saw in the Uchiha clan. His eyes shook slightly and recalled the scene carefully.

It is difficult to judge from the appearance who used the two knives that day.

Fortunately, he clearly remembered the direction and pattern of the rope on the handle, and the white blade in his hand clearly reflected the setting sun behind him.

This one is used by Zhili, and the desktop is used by Lu Sheng.

Tobirama is a little obsessed, and found that their workmanship is surprisingly similar, most likely from the same person.

Lu Sheng looked at Tobirama with such a rare look in surprise, but in his eyes he couldn’t distinguish between a good knife and a bad knife. As long as he could cut it smoothly, it would be a good knife.

After taking a calm glance at Zhili, she found that her eyes also bloomed with a look of love for the sword.

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Lu Sheng decided to break the weird atmosphere of gradually falling into the Knife Love Club, and said: “What I want is to ask Mr. Tobirama to let the craftsmen re-forge these two knives.”

The abrupt voice made Tobirama’s eyes clear. He slowly inserted the Short Sword into the scabbard and placed it neatly on the table, thinking about it: “Is it recast? No problem, what about Zhiri’s opinion.”

Carrying an empty long tube on his back, Zhili’s voice was filled with firm and soft voice: “Please also ask the teacher for help.”

“Everything is on the teacher, Lu Sheng, do you have any other requirements?”

“Will the teacher give me a portion of the money from the future sale of the tail beast, so that I will become Konoha’s richest man?”

The lion’s open joke made Tobirama, who remained serious, squinted the corners of his eyes and raised his mouth, smiling and beckoning him to step forward.

The same trick can only be used for Uchiha once, Lu Sheng will not continue to be fooled, and hurriedly dragged the girl who didn’t know what horrible things would happen next, and ran out of the office.

The twilight in the evening is always fascinating, the colorful rays of the sky in the sky, the clouds without a fixed shape are full of infinite possibilities like a ninja.

These days, accompanying Hashirama to review the documents in Hokage’s office, so that Madara has a general understanding of various affairs in the newborn village.

The fierceness of the battle between Shushan and Wenhai is not as dangerous as a battlefield that sees blood.

The former is far less effective than the latter, but the latter is related to the vital interests of the masses and ninjas and the development of the village, and the big policy will not have any effect until it is implemented.

The daily contradictions between the various ninja races, and the contradictions between ordinary ninjas and ninjas of ninja origin when they were commissioned, made them more and more handy.

Hashirama, wearing a robe, has become more and more Hokage, and is fading away from the appearance of summoning Wood Style to sweep Liuhe in his memory.

Which one is the real him? Or every one is the real him.

“What’s wrong, Madara?” Hashirama stopped the pen in his hand and walked to his desk to look at him with concern.

Madara didn’t give him a good look, and then swallowed when the words came to her lips. He glanced at Hokage’s position. He didn’t want to see him depressed again: “Is there any more documents? Get them.”

With a delighted smile on Hashirama’s face, he carried a large pile of documents on his desk, and the pile of documents made a loud noise on Madara’s desk.

“It’s okay, it will be processed soon.”

Madara finally couldn’t bear it, twitching the corners of his mouth. Now he wants to see Hokage’s dejected look: “I think you are actually troubled by these dense texts!”

“That’s something that can’t be helped. You know every word, but you don’t know it when you put it together.” Hashirama sighed and propped up the table with his hands, staring at his friend without any thoughts.

The atmosphere in the room was visibly moving towards melancholy. Madara was about to continue talking, but she sensed the ninja who had come.

The masked ninja stepped on the sunlight coming in from the window and reported the message: “The location of Nine Tails has been found, and the locations of other tail beasts are still being sought.”

After a brief report, Anbu gave the scroll in his hand to Hashirama.

The rolled scroll was lying quietly on Madara’s desk, and the words “Nine” were clearly visible on the green surface.

Sitting in the chair, Madara stood up suddenly and stared at Hashirama.

Their eyes moved with the untied ribbon, and then stared at the unrolled scroll intently.

The incomparably detailed map of the country of fire was reflected in the eyes, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on them, shining into the bottom of the heart along the gap of the soul, and the embers of the setting sun rekindled blood.