Long Live The Hokage

Time flies, time is like an arrow, time is like a shuttle, time is like a stream of water … and so on.

In short, more than a year has passed unconsciously from Tsunade’s first birthday party.

Masahiko’s life hasn’t changed much, or he has been entangled with gambling. The only difference is that there is a little gambler.

Ever since Little Tsunade touched the dice cup at the first birthday party, she was out of control. Hashirama also spoils her and takes her to Masahiko’s house all day to gamble, or to find someone who is worse than his gambler?

Masahiko has been avoiding them before, letting them go to the casino to play by themselves. But a month ago, he took the initiative to find Hashirama and played with them, because he felt that the life force on Hashirama didn’t know why, and it suddenly passed a lot. It is estimated that the limit is approaching.

“I don’t know what Kenji Hehe thinks …” Masahiko muttered, helplessly looking-at Hashirama teaching Tsunade gambling.

“No wonder Tsunade’s gambling is so bad, can you still learn from Hashirama?” Masahiko sighed, shaking one’s head.

Although Hashirama is called God of Shinobi, there is really no innate talent in gambling. Masahiko taught him so long and made little progress.

However, Masahiko really didn’t plan to teach Tsunade himself. Even if the strength is strong, he doesn’t realize that he can compare with Kishimoto …… As soon as Tsunade wins money, Masahiko will be troubled by the setting.

“Agang, grandfather shakes you a 18 point …” Hashirama’s heated voice came, let Masahiko recover, helpless.

Open the dice cup, 2 points, 2 points, 4 points, a total of eight points …

“Ah, haha, Agang, what I said just now is eight o’clock.” Hashimama laughed and explained in embarrassment.

“Awesome, Ancestral Grandfather.” Little Tsunade really believed that when he took the dice cup with both hands, his face was excited, his eyes glowed, and he shook it vigorously before hitting the table.

Hands opened with trembling, 6, 6, 6, presented to three people at eight o’clock.

Hashirama smiled stiffly, and then showed excitement a moment later, turning to Masahiko, “It seems that A Gang is very talented in gambling, second grandfather, I can’t win you, A Gang will be able to do it in the future.”

Masahiko curl one’s lip, “The beauty you want, Hashirama, but I want to be a few points, and I bet Little Tsunade will be worse than you in the future.”

After taking the dice cup, Masahiko shook it at random and put it on the table without looking.

Hashirama opened the dice cup and looked puzzled, “Six o’clock, six o’clock, five o’clock … two grandfather, do you want to shake seventeen?”

“High Ancestral Grandfather, I won!” Tsunade’s excitement reached Masahiko’s ears, Masahiko stared wide-eyed.

Looking at the dice cup, and then looking at the excited Tsunade, Masahiko was slightly silent.

“I just wanted to shake out eighteen. Tenth-level skills are unlikely to go wrong,” Masahiko sighed, his eyes were slightly red, and looked towards Hashirama, “So, probably …”

Hashirama looked puzzled. “What’s wrong, grandfather?”

“It’s okay, you guys continue …” Masahiko responded, falling into silence.

On the one hand, Hashirama and Tsusunade continued to play, but uncharacteristically, Tsunade, who had a worse bet, won all, and the winning Hashirama turned black.

Masahiko is getting lower and lower, Little Tsunade has been winning, I’m afraid …

However, after a while, Xianci actually came over.

Masahiko thought he had a bad hunch, but he didn’t expect Xianji to come in with an expression of didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

The first sentence left everyone there.

“Father, mother … seems pregnant.”

Masahiko flicked his face, and murmured in his mouth, “Mito, you’re 47 years old this year, Hashima, you can really do it, no wonder the life force suddenly passed away that many a month ago …”

Hashirama hearing this was slightly silent, and smiled after a while, holding Little Tsunade in his arms, “Is Mito pregnant? Is it really hard for her … Second grandfather, I am afraid I can’t see the peace, you and Kenji, A Gang, let me see the day when peace comes. “Then, slowly lying on the chair.

“Grandfather Lord, why can’t you see the day of peace?” Little Tsunade in Hashima’s arms looked back, bewildered to start to talk.

“Father, you …” Xianji had to speak again, but Masahiko patted his shoulder, shaking one’s head, and went out.

“Let me see the peace for you? It seems … my Transformation Jutsu can only hide those who are unfamiliar, Hashima, Tobirama, they may have discovered it long ago.”

“But peace, you will see that day with your own eyes!”

Masahiko sighed and walked down to Hokage Residence, which had not been here for more than a year.

Stepping into Hokage’s Office, Tobirama was still reviewing the documents. When Zheng Zheng arrived, he looked up and saw Masahiko’s expression, with a slight glance.

There was a moment of silence, and then he lowered his head, and then proceeded with the business.

Masahiko didn’t bother, he found a chair and sat down, looking at at Tobirama.

After half an hour, Tobirama finished reviewing all the documents and finally looked up again, looking towards Masahiko, “Second grandfather, I really don’t want to see you at this time …”

“Gu Ze!” Shouted, and Anbu, Masahiko’s familiar, appeared in front of them.

“Come down and prepare for the … funeral of First-Hokage Senju Hashirama.” As Tobirama said, his eyes were lightly red.

Anbu froze, “Yes, Lord-Hokage!”

When Anbu left, Masahiko sighed, “Tobirama, let’s go and see Hashirama.”

The two returned to the vortex station, where a group of people were already surrounded.

Kenji Kazuyuki took the hands of the little Tsunade still ignorant, Senju Elder Senju Tianyu, who was about to retreat, and Mito, who was just pregnant …

Many people got the news and rushed over, especially the group of every clan Elder and Clan Leader that Konoha retired for six years. Some of them already need others to walk with them, but they insist on coming here.

As most of the older generation in Warring States to go through arduous training or hard work, they are the people who admire Hashimama the most.

Hyuga Tenjin, who is over sixty years old, is full of old age, showing nostalgia and muttering to himself, “Between Buddha, you have a great son …” The only four experts of that year were that he was still alive, He was a winner. But compared to descendants …

Noting the arrival of Masahiko and Tobirama, these people took the initiative to step aside a path to get them to the forefront. Masahiko looks-at with his eyes closed and a smile on the corner of his mouth with a smile on the remains of Hashimama, looking at the sad Mito, shake one’s head.

“You worked for the second child, Hashirama.”

“So, see you in fifty years …”

An hour later, all the villagers of Hidden Leaf Village all got news: at the end of twelve years of Konoha, the great God of Shinobi, the terminator of Warring States, First-Hokage Senju Hashirama, died with a smile, at the age of 49.