Long Live The Hokage

noon.

It's almost August, and the air is still hot and uneasy.

In front of Masahiko, the three teenagers were sweating on their foreheads after explaining their ideas.

However, Masahiko's body was not only cool, but his heart was also cool.

"In the end...you came up with such a solution?"

The three looked at each other in a daze, and Itachi asked softly, "Old Ancestor, is there any problem?"

Masahiko almost laughed out loud, is there any question 'Is there'? He said that the ancestors have not been able to solve it, what can these children do...

He came up with some bad ideas, but he didn't learn the thirty-six tricks.

"No, you take it for granted. If you really do this, the ancestors will have to prepare to use force to quell the chaos. It's a hot day, everyone, go back and take a bath to cool off, calm down, and then think about whether there is any other way."

Zhishui was still unwilling: "Senior, where is the problem?"

Masahiko pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't ask me, go back and ask the mirror!"

Seeing that the three of them were still hesitant to speak, Masahiko raised his hand and made a seal: "You still don't give up? Then let the ancestors relieve the heat for you!"

As soon as the words fell, the three disappeared one after another.

Looking up, Masahiko sighed softly: "Three geniuses, Shisui's instantaneous speed is almost catching up with Minato."

After a pause, Masahiko shook his head and laughed: "But the ancestors are the fastest, so it doesn't matter if you run for half a minute first."

The flicker disappeared, and Masahiko appeared behind the three galloping teenagers, his hands turned into afterimages: "Water escape-the technique of the Great Waterfall!"

There was obviously no water around, but after Masahiko finished sealing, a water curtain hundreds of meters high appeared out of thin air, sweeping the sky and earth, and swooped down on the three teenagers ahead.

"Wood escape-the technique of the great forest!" Itachi still can't use the Birth of the Tree Realm, but can only use the weakened version. Multiple trees to curb water flow...

"Fire escape - the art of the dragon's fire!"

"Susano!"

Masahiko's figure flickered again, and he slammed a football of Daoyu on Shisui's Susano before walking away.

After a while, the three teenagers who had taken a cold shower looked at each other helplessly. Looking at the several Anbes rushing towards Konoha, Itachi murmured softly, "Is our idea really that bad?"

Zhishui and Yunchu looked at each other: "How about...try?"

...

At the same time, Masahiko had slipped into Konoha and headed towards the Thousand Hands Clan.

Because he didn't want to intervene in the dispute between Senju and Uchiha, he hadn't been to the Senju clan for a while, otherwise he wouldn't even know the news that Senju killed three Jonin.

Of course, this is probably related to the fact that he had been recovering from the injury for more than half a month.

He hasn't been here for nearly a year, and the people of the Qianshou tribe are still very enthusiastic about him. Masahiko greeted him all the way to the patriarch's hall.

"Grandpa Gaozu, why are you here?" Shengshu greeted him.

Masahiko was stunned: "Shengshu, has matured a lot? There are two wrinkles on the face?"

Shengshu scratched his head and smiled: "After all, I'm not like you, and I'm already 36 years old."

Masahiko chuckled, his panel age was also 36 years old, but his ancestors looked younger and looked younger than rope trees.

A few steps into the patriarch's hall, Masahiko's face became serious: "In the battle at the beginning of the year, three clansmen were killed in the battle of Qianshou, why didn't you tell me?"

Sheng Shu was stunned, and his smile gradually disappeared: "I wanted to inform you at the beginning, but the Uzumaki Country said that you were also injured. Afterwards, they were buried and they didn't bother you anymore."

Masahiko stared: "What did you say! In the future, this kind of thing will be timely... Forget it, it's best not to have such a thing in the future. Who are the three who died in battle?"

Nasoki sighed, and slowly explained to Masahiko.

Qianshou is very particular about choosing people for ancestor worship, and the three represent three generations.

The oldest one is Senshou Sanchen, who is nearly sixty years old, and is one of the few ninjas of Uncle Naoshu's generation left in the Senshou clan. Masahiko didn't have a deep impression of him, and he had nothing to do with him.

The same generation as Naoki is called Senju Tsuruichi, 39 years old, and Masahiko's impression is deeper. When treating "infertility" for the Qianshou family,

No less forced him to drink medicine.

Zhishu added: "After you performed surgery on us back then, he had a son in the second year. He is very talented. Before he was ten years old, he was already a member of the ninja school's graduating class."

"Is that so?" Masahiko murmured, "Cultivate well. Is there another one?"

Sheng Shu hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "There is another one that you should be more impressed with, Senju Fengji, 22 years old."

"22?" Masahiko was startled, and nodded heavily: "I know who it is."

When it was discovered that there was an age gap in the Senju clan, apart from a Itachi who was less than three years old, the second youngest was the 12-year-old Senju Fuji.

Masahiko remembered that he was a very lively and mischievous boy. Because of his young age, he didn't need to drink Masahiko's boiled medicine, and he also "gloated" to see his brothers and uncles holding their noses and drinking medicine.

"At the age of 22, he is an elite Jonin. He has good talent, but it's a pity." Masahiko sighed, "He has no children?"

Hearing this, Sheng Shu smiled wryly: "His wife is just a commoner, and they have a daughter who is only two and a half years old."

Masahiko nodded lightly: "It's good to have offspring. I lost my father when I was only two and a half years old, and my mother is still a commoner. You take good care of it... eh? What's your expression?"

Shengshu hesitated to speak: "Uncle Daoshan likes that girl very much, and often goes to see her. And it seems that he intends to adopt her as a foster daughter."

Masahiko was taken aback, and laughed dumbly, no wonder Nakoki made such an expression.

Daoshan is four years younger than Tsunade, but his seniority is there. If he really adopts a adopted daughter, that two and a half year old girl will become the younger sister of Naruki and Tsunade...

With a little awareness, Masahiko found that Daoshan was not in the direction of his own home, and stood up: "I'll go and have a look."

Shengshu hurriedly followed: "Grandpa Gaozu, do you want Uncle Daoshan to accept her as his granddaughter?"

Masahiko smiled: "Let's see the situation."

In the southeast corner of the Qianshou Clan, Masahiko saw Daoshan, riding a little girl with golden braids on his shoulders.

"Blonde hair?" Masahiko was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "Follow mother?"

Daoshan, who was coaxing the child, was also taken aback when he saw Masahiko and Naoki, and glared at Naoki: "Grandpa, why are you here?"

The little girl on his shoulder bent slightly, looking at Masahiko curiously.

Masahiko looked at the two-and-a-half-year-old girl: "It's cute, but why does it seem familiar? Does it look like her father?"

Daoshan noticed Masahiko's gaze, coughed lightly, and patted his two calves on the shoulder: "Menghuang, say hello to Grandpa Masahiko, you have to call...Grandpa Gaozu."

Masahiko laughed, Daoshan was good at age, and that innocent little boy back then could use tricks.

"Grandpa Gaozu, hello! My name is Qianshou Menghuang, and I am three years old this year." When the little girl greeted her, her cheeks were still blushing cutely.

Masahiko turned his head and glanced at Naoki who was beside him with a helpless expression: "Are you cute? You are so cute...the name is also very cute."

"Huh? Menghuang?" Masahiko was taken aback: "Why does this name seem to have been heard before?"