CHAPTER XIV

Time flies, like a white horse.

Especially for the little ones...

That's usually the case.

After all, you may not even react to yourself, and you have already grown up.

I hope you can realize that when you realize this, it is no longer a mother-fetal solo...

But for the pillars, every day after crossing is extremely fulfilling, after all, every day is an amount of activity that has never been seen before.

But life is quite full.

In every sense of the word.

In addition to the boring daily cultivation, there are more ways to entertain the pillars.

It's been three years since he came into this world.

In the past two years, the strength of the pillars has naturally grown a lot, and some simple tasks have also been performed.

But I didn't participate in the big battle, mainly because the Thousand Hands clan was strong, and even if there were small frictions with other ninja families, it wasn't something that the current pillars could participate in.

...

In the familiar afterglow of the setting sun, the pillars leaned against the trunk of the same tree and looked at the training ground below.

It's just that the object of his observation now is no longer the white-haired arrogant red-eyed ghost, Thousand Hands is already three years old this year, and he has already started the next stage of actual combat training.

In front of two adult-tall scarecrows placed side by side, two children are armed with wooden weapons in their hands, attacking the vital points.

Their movements are much worse than those between the pillars and the doors.

But this is not the focus of the pillar's attention, there are two little boys in his sight, one has pure white hair, and the other is more weird, from the middle of the head, it is just divided into two colors, black and white, right black and left white.

"Tut, except for Chengdo Guangzheng and my brother Cheng, among the thousand-armed Buddhas, my old lady won't help you, so I'll obey you."

Zhu Ma pouted and said, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have imagined that the Thousand Hands Tile and Thousand Hands in front of him were actually twins.

The mother of the pillar and the head of the house died in the mission a few years ago, so the tile and itama are their half-brothers.

He originally thought that the white hair in the door was enough to violate the laws of genetic inheritance, but after seeing the thousand hands Itama, he suddenly felt that he was wrong.

"The Hokage's animation team is also a bit misleading, and it can actually give people the wrong hair color."

Looking at the white-haired thousand-armed tile, the pillar muttered, but in fact, this is not a big problem.

He is not unacceptable to the fact that Wajian's hair is grass yellow in the animation, after all, there is no official shot of Wajian in the original book, and the child died directly on the spot.

Terumi's dissolution (melting) escape, Asura's spiral pill, and Hokage's TV group are all a group of unimaginable talents.

"Perhaps, after I calm down the troubled times, I can still publish a book?"

Zhuma rubbed his chin, he used to be a third-rate when he wrote novels online, but now it's different, in this world, there is no such thing as a novel at all.

"Then I'll teach Jiraiya how to write a book, and I'd like to read the legendary Kissing Paradise."

He fantasized in his heart that these things were still fantasies for now, and maybe they would be possible in a few decades, and he smirked.

At this moment, there was movement in the forest behind him, and a sturdy figure swept out and landed smoothly beside the pillars.

"Yo, the little genius training is over?"

Pillar turned his gaze to look at the door, among his peers in the door, he was undoubtedly the most talented, and his performance in actual combat practice was even better than that of the beginning.

The eye stayed on him for a moment, and then looked at the tiles and boards in the field.

There was no fluctuation in the red pupils.

But when he withdrew his gaze, he shook his head slightly.

This meaning is also obvious enough, the talent between the thousand hands tile and the thousand hand board is not as good as the two elder brothers.

However, Pillar Ma does not think so.

What can a one-year-old child see now?

In the original book, the two younger brothers of the Thousand Hands Pillar also died when they were about seven years old, so their existence was basically designed by the original author to show how cruel the Sengoku period was.

So from the perspective of the original work, they don't have any aura on them, even if their brother is a thousand-handed pillar.

But for the current pillars, he doesn't care about any of this.

It's been three years since he came to this world, and although he still doesn't quite adapt to this weird family atmosphere, he already has a sense of belonging to the Thousand Hands Buddha Room, the Thousand Hands Door Room, the Tile Room, the Ban Room and the entire Thousand Hands Clan.

Therefore, knowing the plot, of course he will not let the Thousand Hands Tile and the Thousand Hands Banma go to the ending of the original work.

What kind of strength they have when they grow up, Pillar doesn't care.

But he would never allow his family to be killed.

"I heard that you have started to learn ninjutsu, how did it go?"

Pillar looked at the door, although the latter's physique was not as good as him, but at this age, it was no problem to barely learn some techniques that did not consume much.

In the original book, in addition to his self-created forbidden technique, the method he is good at is water escape.

But those who signed a contract with the sea belonged to the same people.,The authority is not as good as the sword of Thor.,After all, it's still a ghost TV group original.,There's Kishimoto authorization.,Several episodes of animation...

"It's going well." He replied without being salty.

"Hmm..."

In fact, Pillar knows that he knows that the speed of learning ninjutsu in Thousand Hands must be amazing, after all, he can develop so many forbidden arts, but learning is naturally no longer a problem.

And although it is impossible to cross again, he still has some obsession with the role of Bo Feng Shuimen.

Therefore, Pillar Ma didn't want Watergate's signature ninjutsu Flying Thunder God technique to disappear.

But that level of ninjutsu, even if it is a traverser, the pillar cannot be developed.

After all, there is a specialization in the art industry, and the traverser has an advantage in the plot, but in terms of developing ninjutsu, he may not be as good as the geniuses in these original works.

Originally, I just asked casually and cared about the learning progress of this future ninjutsu master.

However, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

He suddenly looked at the pillar and said, "I'm going to test the results of my recent cultivation." ”

"However, those people in the same period are too bad."

There was still not the slightest tone in his words, but his eyes were always fixed on the pillars.

Hearing this, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he smiled: "What do you want to say?" ”

Of course, it is impossible for him not to understand what he wants to say, but if he, who is an elder brother, just agrees like this, wouldn't it be very faceless?

Immediately afterwards, a cheap expression appeared on Zhuma's face, and he laughed: "Should you say something to your brother?" ”

"Please, brother, I'll promise you."

And even if he had tried his best to get used to the perverseness of the pillars, what he said just now still made him unable to remain indifferent.

He gritted his teeth, his little face was a little angry, and he planned to turn his face away and stop entangling with the pillars any more.

But just as he looked away, the pillar suddenly lifted up and kicked over.

Bang!

The reaction speed of the door was extremely fast, but without defense, he didn't have time to dodge at all, so he could only cross his arms in front of his chest, and with a muffled sound, he flew out upside down.

The pillars in place smiled lightly and looked at the door that flew out, and followed closely.

"Door, since you chose me as your opponent, you shouldn't be careless!"

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