"Izuna..."

Before Zhenyang fell into a coma, the funeral was far away with the black Jedi hidden here for a moment.

When he first noticed the young man standing in front of the crowd, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Like, it's too similar.

Although the hair color is different, the face is actually different if you look closely, but it is Madara who subconsciously unravels the dusty memory, and slowly merges the figure of Izuna in the early years with the young man.

The familiarity that lingered in his heart and the throbbing in his veins gave Madara the illusion that Izuna was still alive in front of his eyes.

But his intellect told him that it was impossible.

Izuna is dead, right in front of him.

This pair of eternal kaleidoscope writing wheels is the best proof of this!

"What's wrong?"

Kuro Jue caught something wrong with Madara and the direction in which his gaze was firmly locked, it was a young man with black and white hair, a delicate face, and a resolute and heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

He couldn't figure out how Madara, who had even been abandoned by his family, could suddenly have such obvious emotional fluctuations?

Madara, who was interrupted from his thoughts, frowned slightly, "It's nothing, I just remembered some of the past events back then." ”

Black heart, believe that you have a ghost, you are a bad old man, you are ruthless!

At this time, Madara also realized that he had a little gaffe just now, after all, Izuna was a scar that could never be erased in his heart.

"Are you sure? Is that guy really dead? When asked, even Madara himself wasn't sure what kind of answer he wanted to hear.

Hei Jue nodded, "There will be no mistake, there is no doubt about it." ”

"Let's go, it's time to get out of here."

When he comes back next time, whoever chooses the right one will eventually find out the outcome.

Pressing the faint sadness and emptiness to the deepest part of his heart, Madara looked into the distance for the last time before leaving, and then he was instantly stunned.

"Actually... Awakened?! ”

The people at the funeral scene couldn't notice the change in Zhenyang's eyes because of the angle and attention, but the angle here just happened to be clear and unmistakable to see the flashing writing wheel eye in his eyes!

At this age, he awakened the writing wheel eye, and it was also the second hook jade writing wheel eye that was achieved once awakened, and this discovery undoubtedly made Madara stop immediately.

In fact, he didn't care about the situation of the Uchiha clan, and it had nothing to do with him what kind of genius appeared in the clan, after all, he had already abandoned these 'burdens' who did not agree with his concept.

But the boy was different, he saw the shadow of Izuna in him, and the eyes that made him unable to calm down...

It's just that Madara can't figure out why the genius boy of the Uchiha clan is standing at the front of everyone, and he is still among the Thousand Hands clan?

If you don't solve these doubts, even if you leave the Fire Nation completely, Madara feels that she can't wait quietly for the reincarnation eye to open.

So he ignored the commotion in the distance that quickly subsided, and said in a deep voice that could not be refused: "No, within three hours, I want all the information about this young man." ”

Hei Jue almost scolded in his heart: "You're a dog!" ”

This is obviously the time when Konoha is most heavily guarded, needless to say, whether it is dangerous or not, and it is within three hours?

If you have the ability to go by yourself, call Lao Tzu to dry his hair!

But scolding and scolding, the person you choose, even if you have tears in your eyes, you have to help.

Whether or not you can save your mother, it depends on whether Madara can do anything.

In addition, he himself was quite curious about the identity of the teenager and... The secret that makes Madara change so big!

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I don't know how long it took, but the groggy True Yang finally woke up from the darkness.

As soon as he opened his eyes, what appeared in front of him was the worried and sad beautiful face of Sister Ayako, and the red and swollen eyes on the side, looking at the helpless and pitiful little Tsunade.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Wow...!"

Before the words fell, Xiao Tsunade kept telling himself to be strong and to hold back, and threw himself into his arms and cried.

"It's good to be awake, it's good to be awake..."

Ayako next to her was also a little crying with joy, and kept wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

After a long while, Xiao Tsunade finally got tired of crying and lay down in Zhenyang's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

"You've been in a coma for a whole day and a night, and Tsunade has been by your side for a day and a night, and if you don't wake up again, I don't know what to do."

Mayo had already learned about the situation from Ayako, and it is said that he fainted directly from his 'grief' and was sent back to his home, only to wake up until now.

Although he had never had a similar experience, Zhenyang always felt that he might not have fainted because of some 'excessive sadness'.

All he remembered was that his head hurt and then his eyes started to get bloodshot... Then it fell into darkness.

Sadness is sadness, but not to that extent.

Zhenyang pursed his lips and gently stroked Tsunade's little head twice with his hand.

I didn't expect that the poisonous cotton jacket that pierced the heart also had an intimate day.

"Okay, for the sake of your performance, I'll rob you of two pieces of meat in the future."

In her sleep, Tsunade's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and her two small hands grabbed Zhenyang's clothes tightly, as if as soon as she let go, Zhenyang would disappear.

For Tsunade, his grandfather had just passed away, and before he could recover from his grief, his favorite brother (uncle) collapsed.

The fear and helplessness that seems to have fallen is difficult for outsiders to understand.

"Where's the door?"

Zhenyang raised his head and asked as he stretched out his hand and gently smoothed the gap between Tsunade's eyebrows.

"After the funeral, Uncle Kazuma never came back, so there should be a lot of things to deal with."

True Yang nodded, very understanding of this.

Because when the news of the death of the god of the ninja world, the Thousand Hands Pillar, spreads, the other great powers that have no nightmare in their hearts will definitely not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

And according to the plot he knows, it is estimated that it will not be long before the four major powers will tear up the peace treaty, join forces to attack Konoha, and set off the first ninja war!

This feeling of powerlessness made Zhenyang very uncomfortable.

He really wants to achieve great success tomorrow, with his left hand in the sea and his right hand flying thunder god, the enemy he kills is terrified, and he becomes the new guardian saint of Konoha.

But obviously, that's not realistic.

No matter how good his talent is, it will take a certain amount of time to grow and gain strength.

So what else can he do when he is still very weak?

The first thing that came to Zhenyang's mind was to change the outcome of death!

If you don't let the Flame go to the Land of Thunder to sign any alliance agreement, or simply instigate the Mine to kill the golden and silver horns early, will it be able to change all this?

Zhenyang doesn't know if he can make it, but he decides to try, and that's the only thing he can do.

(PS: I cried, and suddenly the electricity was cut off, and the manuscript that I had worked so hard to code was all gone.) There is an auto-save function, why is this still the case? Could it be data loss? At that time, looking at the empty interface, my mentality almost collapsed. In the end, I forcibly cheered up and began to recode. The old faceless is too miserable, please give me some recommendation votes, cry chirp~)