People In Konoha, Starting From Apprentice Uchiha Madara

In the Uchiha clan, in a small humble building.

Madara sat on a wooden board, closed her eyes and felt the changes in Chakra in his body. It was completely different from his previous Chakra. The extremely active cells gave him a new sensory experience.

Now he can probably understand where Hashirama's terrifying power and extraordinary resilience come from, but the new cells are constantly transmitting the message of hunger all the time.

Closed eyes quietly opened, looking at the dark room covered by curtains, he stood up on the wooden board and walked to the window to open the curtains, letting the long-lost sunlight illuminate the whole room.

The brilliant light shone on Madara's face, making him turn his head to avoid the glare of the sun.

The movement of his gaze made him clearly see himself in the mirror, new muscles have appeared in the scars on his body, and he couldn't help raising his palm to stroke the ruddy skin.

"Is this Hashirama's resilience?"

Madara raised her arms in surprise, letting the sun shine on her arms, staring at the place where the scars had been left before.

His eyes fell into Hashirama's flesh and blood wound, his strange white complexion made him sluggish, and he secretly asked in his heart: Is this a sequelae of transplantation?

He twisted his body in front of the mirror, earnestly asking whether the scars on his back were as old as new, until the cooing sound of his stomach woke him up.

Satisfied with putting on the clothes on the chair neatly, walked out of the room and stepped into the long-lost sunlight.

The patriarch’s retreat is over, and the news spread across the Uchiha clan.

Then came the information that the patriarch had broken the consumption record of the hot pot restaurant.

Many good people even made a special trip to witness with their own eyes, but were forced back by Madara's eyes.

Since the hot pot restaurant was booked by the patriarch, the owner of the temporary guest waiter did not dare to disclose any relevant information. This is the patriarch's hot pot feast. How much ingredients are consumed has become an unsolved mystery in the Uchiha clan.

Satiated Madara strolled comfortably on the streets of Konoha, ready to walk towards the Hokage building to help Hashirama to solve problems. Her normal body shape makes people unable to see the appearance of eating and drinking just now.

"Villagers, please don't walk in the middle of the road casually, so as not to bump into the frame of the daimyo."

Suddenly, many members of the police force appeared on both sides of the street. After the street was cleared, the moving wooden stakes were put down to extend a red cordon.

The moment he was not working, he immediately left his post, dashed over the cordon, walked into the crowd and confronted the man holding the dumpling in his hand, and said: "Patriarch, your practice is over? The ingredients are all. Put it in the designated place."

Madara, who swallowed the dumplings, looked far along the empty street and asked, "When will the daimyo come to the village?"

For an instant, Uchiha estimated the speed of the bullock cart in his mind, and replied: "After fifteen minutes, I can enter the Konoha Gate, and I will arrive at the Hokage Building in 25 minutes."

Madara nodded to express awareness, put the dumpling in his arms, turned and walked towards the Hokage building.

Setsuna looked at the three-color dumpling in his hand with a dazed expression, so he had to stand beside the cordon while chewing the dumpling and watch if anyone was rushing around.

When Madara came to Hokage's office, the sound of pushing the door did not wake up the busy Hashirama.

Bend down and picked up the papers scattered on the ground, sat in his position and coughed, showing his existence.

"It's a daimyo..." Hashirama suddenly raised his head, looking at the man sitting not far away with joy, and put down the documents he was reviewing, "Is the retreat over?"

Seeing Madara nodded, Hashirama stood up and took the tea set from a short distance, made a cup of tea for Madara and placed it in front of him, and continued: "When you and Lu Sheng went out for a tour, Tobirama always retreats and develops forbearance. Sometimes I can’t see other people’s shadows for a month."

Sitting in a chair, Madara looked at the many documents in the office, frowned and looked at Hashirama in a shadow gown, and said seriously: "Why are there more and more documents?"

Hashirama froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's because our village is getting bigger and bigger."

Madara did not agree with her eyes, staring at Hashirama's eyes firmly, and said every word: "After the alliance is established and the daimyo is further replaced, what should you do with the documents floating like snowflakes from all over the country of fire? ?"

Seeing Hashirama froze in place and speechless, Madara stood up and propped the table with her hands, and continued: "Whether we should consider dispersing power, Hokage should not be entangled in subtle trivial matters."

"boom!"

Nara Luping, who opened the door, saw the two who were talking, and quietly moved backwards.

"Bring me back!" Hashirama turned his face, and drank the pineapple head who wanted to stray. "Where is the daimyo?"

"I have arrived in the village, and I am coming towards the building. The related affairs have been arranged."

Hashirama turned back to his desk, marked the unprocessed documents, and said to Madara, "You can go now."

"Daiming has become more aging."

Senju Hashirama, standing at the entrance of the building, whispered while looking at the gorgeously dressed old man being helped by the servant from the bullock cart.

Uchiha Madara just squinted at him to indicate that he did not understand. The last time the daimyo came to the meeting in the village, he did not attend.

The old man Madara's name appeared on the temples, and he pushed the servant holding his arm away. He straightened his body and looked at Hokage, with a smile in his old voice: "It's funny, Madara was not here last time, and Tobirama is not here this time. "

After that, he took the lead on the steps and walked upstairs.

In addition to the servant who served in the meeting room, there was also a young man.

"We already know about Konoha's desire to form a ninja alliance." The daimyo slumped his eyes and glanced at Nara Kapei who was recording. "Have the ninjas decided to get rid of the attachment of the country?"

"Times have changed."

Hashirama fell silent, staring at him scorchingly.

The daimyo sighed helplessly: "What can change is too fast, making me, an old man, unable to keep up with the back of the times."

Lu Ping couldn't help but stop writing and said: "If a war breaks out on the scale of Shinnin Village, the raging flames of war will pull the entire world into it."

"Too."

Reminiscent of the various names of Shinobu village that have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, the daimyo nodded his head with deep understanding.

As he spoke, a gleam of light burst into his muddy eyes, staring at Hokage's face, and he refused to let go of the smallest details: "Ninjas form an alliance for peace. Which group should you know the most fearful?"

Madara took the lead in breaking the silent air, and said lightly: "It's you."

"Yes, it's us. Ninjas can unite, but it's harder for countries to unite than to reach the sky." Taking the hot tea from the servant, the daimyo who warmed his hands in the palm of his hand nodded in affirmation, "If someday the ninja If we want to replace us, the old man will not be surprised, because the country of fire has gradually engulfed the surrounding small countries to expand its territory to today's territory."

Hashirama looked at the steaming tea cup, and said to the daimyo whose voice was gradually muted, "We are working hard for the peace of the ninja, but wars are still erupting among nations."

"Peace?" Daimyo interrupted Hashirama aloud, and looked at the man sitting quietly behind him, "No matter what choice the ninjas make next, I only hope that he can enjoy what I once had. Live everything."

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