"spot!"

Senju Hasuma stood up from the ground with joy, and was about to run to the other side of the river bank, and was grabbed by Tobirama's quick-witted hands.

He said angrily: "Big brother! You see clearly, that is the enemy!"

"Tobirama, I know! But my thoughts remain the same!"

Tobori: "........."

Tobirama was almost dying of anger, wishing to punch the dizzy Hashima and drag the person away. Originally it was just this woman and their brothers could still fight, but now there is another Uchiha Madara, the most important thing now is to leave quickly, and can't stay any longer.

Madara Uchiha, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly sneered.

"Hashiyama, I didn't expect you to still insist on that ridiculous idea. Your brother is right. You are indeed too naive. You can let go of hatred."

After that, he looked at someone who hadn't spoken since he appeared, and frowned displeasedly: "Zhenyang, what are you doing there, come over soon."

Zhen Yang snorted, and obediently treaded water and ran over, standing beside the boy who was already slightly taller than her.

She secretly glanced at Madara's expression, but did not see the real anger in the other party's eyes, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Maou looked at him and then looked at the future Hokage who seemed to have a lot to say over there, silently pressing the heart of gossip to the bottom of his heart.

She said slowly, "Ban, shall we go back?"

Madara nodded: "Well, you really don't have to waste time with them here."

Madara originally came out to find this person, but unexpectedly found that Zhen Yang had come to the Nanhe River again.

soft spot

Of course, he didn't expect to meet Senju Hashirama.

The two were talking to themselves, tacitly ignoring the thousand-hand brothers over there.

When they had turned around and walked towards the Uchiha clan in the opposite direction, Hasuma suddenly shouted at the backs of the two of them: "Madara! I will not give up our dreams!!"

Spot's footsteps stopped for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

"...as you like."

He threw a word lightly, and walked away with Zhenyang.

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Chapter 12 12.

After breaking up with Brother Qianshou, he kept walking forward without looking sideways. With a frown on his brows, Zhenyang couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, so he silently followed behind.

She stared at the end of the hair dangling in front of her, and suddenly raised a hand and stretched it towards the half-length hair at the back of Ban's head, but she didn't even go in half a hand.

The amount of hair is surprisingly thick, Maou couldn't help but think.

"what are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, the person in front suddenly stopped, she was so absorbed in thinking about things, she didn't pay attention and bumped into the back of this person.

spot:"........."

Maou: "..."

Zhen Yang rubbed his nose and quickly pulled away, casually talking about a topic to hide his guilty conscience: "I thought that the hair of the one named Yuma was quite long... I touched it involuntarily, ahem, I didn't mean it"

Banxin was helpless: "Next time, pay attention, this is not in the clan, you can't be distracted."

"Got it, Madara, how come you are like an old mother, obviously I'm the older one."

"You still know this, you are heartless every day, and Quanna has more peace of mind than you." Madara said angrily, and ruffled her hair in revenge, seeing that the other party's originally soft hair was rough. , he was in a good mood.

Humph, I told you to touch my head often before.

Zhen Yang slapped his hand away dissatisfied, and smoothed her hair with her hands. Seeing that Madara seemed to be in a good mood, she finally asked her thoughts carefully.

"Madara, when did you meet that Qianshou?"

"...What are you asking this for."

"Just curious, and the dream that Qianshou said... It looks very interesting." At the end, Zhen Yang winked at him playfully with a silent gesture, "I won't tell the patriarch."

Hearing this, Madara Uchiha gave her a deep look, then raised his head to look at the vast blue sky, muttering to himself.

"Do you think... this era will really usher in a day of peace?"

His voice was so soft that if it wasn't for Zhenyang's careful listening, he would almost have thought it was his own delusion.

Zhenyang followed his line of sight. There were no clouds in the sky, and a few birds and beasts fluttered across the sky with their wings, leaving behind a few graceful flight paths. Such a scene is peaceful and peaceful, and makes people's restless hearts calm down.

Even if the war is raging on the earth, the blue sky above people's heads remains unchanged. It silently watches the people on the ground and has witnessed the rise and fall of generations.

Thinking of her own village and her elder brother, the corners of Zhen Yang's lips rose: "Yes, there will be that day, after all, after so long, no one is not tired of war." She turned to look at the mature boy in front of her for the first time, He smiled, "I believe that one day in the future, someone will stand up to break the current situation and bring peace to everyone."

The girl's eyes were full of hope and firmness, and she looked straight at him with an inexplicable trust, as if she wanted to see into his heart.

"Madara, don't you want to be like this?"

- Don't I want to be like this?

- Of course I did.

Banmon asked himself, but quickly shook his head in his heart.

"I met Hakuma in that valley..." He didn't answer Maou's question, but talked about the past to himself, telling how he met Senju Hakuma and finally got to know each other. A story that was discovered by their respective fathers and had to keep communicating.

"We're all fed up with this world where we lose our family and companions anytime, anywhere, and want to end this endless war... Unfortunately—"