CHAPTER XXXVI

It's not that Madara Uchiha and Senju haven't seen each other since their break, on the contrary, they often see each other - on the battlefield between Senju and Uchiha.

Both of them are the most powerful beings in their own families, and there is no friendship between them when they were children in the battlefield, once they meet, they will fight in the dark, and they have been living well because the strength of the two is not divided between the two of them.

Madara Uchiha knew that the ridiculous wish of the Thousand Hands Pillars had never disappeared, and he would shout for reconciliation before every battle. Madara Uchiha only thought it was funny, since Shinei's death, he realized that the world could not be what he had hoped it would be, and never heeded the pleas of his former friend.

But he also knew that the Thousand Hands Pillar must have appeared here because he had discovered something—that guy would never watch him kill the Daimyo of the Fire Country.

However, even if it is a little more troublesome, the final result will not change.

Before leaving, Madara Uchiha didn't want to say anything about Zuna who didn't know when to catch up with Jin Jiangning, who was far away in the clan, and Stupid Ning, who ran over without permission and brought a trouble. He glared at the anchor silently, then threw him back and forth and disappeared himself.

- No, he said a word before leaving.

"Tsk, this dress really suits you."

Anchor: "............"

Why are the little brothers Madara and the little brothers between the pillars so annoying!

This sentence immediately washed away his guilt and emptiness.

Finally, the shouts that Senju Mayi had paused before rang out again, and she didn't seem to notice anything unusual at all, and the anchor walked out as if nothing had happened.

This kind of aggrieved life of not being able to speak and not seeing the light will come to an end tomorrow.

The silence around was eeri, but it was like a dead silence before the storm came.

During the banquet, the daimyo sat at the top of the table, smiling and enjoying the flattery of his courtiers, his face oily with wine, and the lines of his facial features seemed to be distorted by the light.

He's not young anymore. The age of forty-somethings, compared with the bumpy and displaced civilians and ninjas who have difficulty surviving adulthood, is considered a long time in this era, and only those in power who control the country and enjoy drunken dreams and death can be so comfortable.

The Daimyo's wife had died not long ago, and his son, who was about the same age as he had been when he first married, did not stop him from thinking of marrying another princess.

A young and beautiful princess, from a small country that doesn't need to be taken seriously, coincides with youth, and is just right for a daimyo who has lost his vitality a little.

Even the wife who gave birth to his offspring could be left behind without care, and he couldn't expect the daimyo to remember the poor princess who fell into the water and died before she got married, let alone the eight-year-old ninja from the Uchiha family.

Maybe even if you have a vague impression, when you think about it in your spare time, at most you will scold your bad luck, and when you encounter this kind of thing on a happy day, those useless ninjas are really damned.

yes, damn it.

"My lord, the princess has been waiting for you for a long time......"

The maid fell cautiously to the ground, not daring to look up. The daimyo paused as he lifted his glass, and snorted meaninglessly.

Immediately, the congratulatory voices rang out one after another, and everyone flattered them in the most sincere tone, and the daimyo squinted and listened for a while, and finally showed a slight smile. Satisfied, he left the table, and the sycophantic voices of the courtiers were left behind.

There is someone in front of him leading the way, hooked at the waist, holding a lamp in his hand. One by one, the paper doors continued to open, until the last one, and the young princess knelt on the couch and fell prostrately.

The daimyo's smile couldn't help but widen a little.

"Come, stand up, let me see ......"

As he spoke, his steps couldn't help but be faster. He was about to stretch out his hand, when he suddenly found that the princess had raised her head at some point, and her godless eyes were staring straight at him, which was extremely penetrating.

There was another loud bang behind him, like the sound of the door closing. The daimyo was startled, inexplicably a little flustered, and was about to scold the person who closed the door, but what he didn't expect was that he looked back and saw that the nearest door was open and closed...... It was the outermost door that stretched into the distance.

Bang -

Bang -

Bang -

The same sound of the door closing.

Faster and clearer.

The people were gone, and there was no one there, but the cascading paper doors kept closing. The Daimyo's legs went limp, and he suddenly noticed that the entire room was covered with a layer of blood, and in the shadows, there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him indifferently.

The door closed to the last one, and the princess's cold hand crept down to her neck—

"Get out!"

The daimyo only felt that his soul was scattered. He crawled to the side of the door and tried to open the door, but when he couldn't open it, he used brute force to break the door. He stumbled out of the middle of nowhere, desperately calling for help, but no one responded. Until the next moment, he broke through a paper door, and the courtiers inside turned their heads to look at him.

Seeing them, the daimyo breathed a sigh of relief and confidence. Aggressively kicked away a person who stood in his way, and he shouted orders the ninja hiding in the shadows to get out and protect him, but no one showed up for half a day.

With a pain in his chest, the daimyo looked down and saw the blade through his chest.

Blood gushed out, and the blinding color made people tremble.

Everyone gathered around and stabbed into the body with a blank face. The daimyo struggled in horror, but his fat body was never able to dodge flexibly, and his mouth and nose were forcibly covered by countless hands.

Until he was about to suffocate, the surroundings suddenly emptied.

There was only one person left holding the hilt.

Daimyo, covered in blood, trembled and turned his head to see a black-haired child.

Dressed in Uchiha armor, the young ninja looked no more than eight or nine years old, with dark eyes staring at him fixedly.

This, this face......

The vague memory became clear at this moment, and the daimyo remembered that more than ten years ago, it was this ninja of the Uchiha family - he should be dead.

He pushed him out, and the stabbing knife □□ his chest, and blood splattered on his face. After being stabbed, the boy struggled to his feet and stumbled away after the attacking enemy. However, before leaving, he glanced back at him, who was still very young at the time.

At that time, that look ...... And the expression, it's exactly the same as it is now.

"Ghost—Hell, !!"

With a terrible scream, the daimyo couldn't stand such a terrible stimulus and fainted.

He fell backwards, but through the boy's body, he fell stiffly to the ground. Someone snorted coldly in the dark, and transparent fluctuations appeared in the blood-red space.

"Useless idiot."

The owner of the voice mentions the fainting daimyo in disgust and disappears into the space cut off by illusion. After that, where the figure appeared, there was a cliff, and under the cliff, the river was rushing fast.

Madara Uchiha brought the daimyo to the old place, the cliff where Uchiha Shinei fell more than ten years ago.

The anchor stood beside him, looking down at the middle-aged man lying on the ground whose life and death were unknown, and his mood was extremely complicated.

Is that the person?

The people who Zhenning protects are the ones who harm Zhenning.

The anchor hung his mobile phone on his chest, and the audience in the other world was very puzzled, not knowing what the anchor and the newly appeared black-haired handsome guy were doing, but they felt that the handsome guy's expression was gloomy and terrifying.

[What is this for?] I feel that the atmosphere is weird......]

[Who is this uncle on the ground == Anyway, the jump is too big, right? What about the cute little Shota? 】

[The anchor didn't say anything...... Is the QAQ gray peacock boy here! You're not friends with the anchor, did he tell you anything? 】

【…… No, we can't get in touch. 】

I always feel a little bad.

Suddenly, the man standing in the picture moved, grabbed the middle-aged man who fell to the ground by the neck without any effort, and lifted him up. The anchor stepped forward to say something to him, the voice was too low for them to hear clearly, and just when they were at a loss, the audience saw a divine turn.

There's a new character coming out.

The black long is straight, wearing armor that looks a bit like the neon Warring States period, and he confronts the handsome black long fried guy with a stern expression.

"Madara, you're going to make a move on the Daimyo? You don't know what the consequences will be—"

"Of course I do!" Hei Changbang interrupted him, but he was sneering: "There are no consequences, if you die, there will be a new name, as long as you can control it, you can change anyone." ”

“…… You'd have the idea that it's not just going to upset the balance between ninjas and magnates, are you sure you want to do it, Madara! Hei Changzhi seemed to be shocked, he turned his head, and when he saw the anchor, a hurt look appeared on his face: "A-Ning, you think so too?" ”

The anchor was silent for a while.

"Actually, I don't have any ideas...... I just feel that I can't let Zhenning die so silently, but the person who killed him is alive and well. ”

When it came to Zhenning, they didn't speak.

[Zhenning? New characters again? Wait, wait, they seem to know each other very well, when did they meet? 】

[I...... I have a sense of foreboding......]

There is not much to say.

"Well, I can only stop you. Aning Station is open! ”

"Heh, try it. Go aside, Ning! ”

For a while, a battle that seemed to be about to collapse appeared.

In front of the cliff was a wasteland, but at this moment the earth suddenly cracked, and countless trees rose from the ground, intertwining and enveloping them. And in the midst of this suffocating greenery, there is a fire dragon sweeping away, the camera is shaking, the picture becomes blurry, but the amazing formation is not reduced at all.

Where the anchor can't see, the barrage on the phone has gone crazy.

What the hell! It's not okay to talk well, what to fight! Mom, who are they!!

They are obviously working hard and fighting to the death.

Don't leave it on the cliff, the anchor looked at the two little brothers from afar, and as soon as they met, they fought like this, and their brows were furrowed tightly. Suddenly, his gaze shifted to the daimyo who had not yet woken up.

【…… What are you going to do with the streamer? 】

[Ahhh 】

He looked left and right, lifted his foot expressionlessly, and kicked the daimyo off the cliff. The fluttering sound made when falling into the water was so loud that the two people who were fighting actually heard it.

"Don't look at me, do you want me to watch you two kill each other." The anchor said, "No need to fight, the daimyo was kicked down by the assassin princess, and it has nothing to do with you passing by." ”

"Well, now the assassin is going to commit suicide by jumping into the river because his deeds are exposed."

As he spoke, he took a step back and fell straight down.

Between the Thousand Hands Pillar: "......"

Madara Uchiha: "......"

The Thousand Hands Pillar used a vine to scoop up the anchor in time, and as for the Daimyo, he had long been washed away by the water and didn't know where it went.

The corners of Madara Uchiha's mouth, who was holding the big fan, twitched, looked away, and said, "If you want to save you, go and save it, what will happen to your Thousand Hands Clan, you know." ”

After all, it was the Thousand Hands who served as the princess's guard.

And the Thousand Hands Pillar is not stupid.

The three of them looked at each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was so embarrassing that they were to death. Tangled and entangled, Qianshou Zhuma finally sighed, and sat opposite the wet anchor with his head on his head: "You guys are really ...... Alas! ”

The anchor touched his messy black long straight.

After another period of silence, Thousand Hands looked up helplessly: "Forget it, I don't know anything." He ripped the anchor's paw away and suddenly laughed.

"Family aside, from my personal point of view...... Finally, he can avenge Zhenning, and A-Ning did a good job. ”

"Ah...... It's kind of left to fate. The anchor also sighed, the same result as back then, whether he can survive depends on the luck of the daimyo. Doing so made his heart feel a little lighter. By the way, he stretched out his foot that had kicked people because of the potential explosion: "Ahhh ”

Between the Thousand Hands Pillar: "......"

Da Da had to silently use medical ninjutsu.

"Anyway, what should I do now?"

Madara Uchiha didn't speak with a cold face, and he didn't speak at the Thousand Hands Pillar.

All right......

The anchor looked around at the places he had also come to in the past few decades, and silently said: "How many games to play and keep a souvenir?" ”

Two people plus barrage: "......"

Sick!

As a result, after a thrilling battle, the little brother of the pillar temporarily sharpened the cards and the table with wood, and the three of them played mahjong on the cliff.

Since one player disappeared into the river below this cliff more than a decade ago, they didn't play well.

Three are missing one.

No one uses shadow doppelgangers.