It's a pity that people can never be honest with each other. It's nice to say it, but it's really that simple. Whether it's Hasuma or he, it's too naive.

"Then are you going to give up?"

"what?"

Madara's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he looked at her in disbelief.

Zhenyang tried his best to piece together the image of the great man whose heart was broken into scum, and took a deep breath: "I said, because the path you have chosen is extremely difficult, so you have to give up?"

After receiving such torture as if from the abyss of the soul, he opened his mouth and was speechless. After a long time, he smiled bitterly: "I don't want to give up, but now we are all too weak, what about dreams?"

"It's better to be stronger."

Maou said slowly, took two steps forward and walked in front of him, and suddenly turned around and spread his arms.

"Iban's talent will definitely stand at the top of the ninja world in the future. If your thoughts remain the same by then, I will help you."

She said it with certainty, even blindly confident, but she did not doubt the authenticity of the other party's words at all. Madara believed that she was really as powerful as she said.

He raised his eyebrows, somewhat amused and a little moved: "It looks like you have confidence in me, who threw me to the ground last time and sneered at me?"

"Oh, that...that, now doesn't mean the future! Well, that's it."

Maou nodded heavily, pretending to be serious and emphasizing his own words.

Who made Madara Uchiha a little weaker at this time, but his progress is also rapid. The last battle against him can be considered difficult. If you really want to say the result, it is actually her narrow victory.

Seeing Shangban's obviously teasing gaze, Zhen Yang angrily said, "Well, let's stop talking about this, let's go back quickly."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and stopped talking to Ban, and simply used her forbearance to hurry and get rid of him.

Madara sighed softly as she watched her retreating back, and quickly followed.

The two rushed to the clan land one after the other, and just after seeing the bright circle fan clan emblem, Zhen Yang suddenly spoke up.

"Speaking of which, he also has long hair, and the mushroom hair style of Senshouzhuma is too ugly. Next time you meet Madara, use a knife to cut it for him."

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

A bit of sympathy.

"Sister Zhenyang! You're back!"

Uchiha Quanna threw the knife and ran out when he heard the footsteps, and crashed into Mao's arms like a small cannonball. He raised his face and said excitedly: "Will you take me with you next time?"

Zhen Yang touched the braid tied behind his head and smiled, "I'm just going out to relax, I have nothing to take you with."

Seeing that his brother ignored him, Madara coughed to show his presence.

Quan Nai's body froze for a moment, and then she let go of the hand holding Zhen Yang's waist, and said embarrassedly, "Brother..."

Zhen Yang was about to be amused by his aggrieved expression, she turned her head and noticed the long knife thrown by Quan Nai, and changed the subject: "Is Koizumi practicing the knife, can I teach you a few tricks? "

"Okay!" Quan Nai swept away her displeasure before hearing this, and her expression instantly brightened.

Seeing this spot's expression is very exciting, his lips moved, but he didn't reveal it. His younger brother is quite duplicitous. If he hadn't seen how crazy the opponent and Qianshou Tobirama were fighting on the battlefield, maybe he would be true. I believe it.

Maou... It's really surprising that children like it.

Maou, who had no idea how indescribable someone's expression was behind her, followed Quanna into the training ground. She took out the knife from her waist and weighed it in her hand, then danced a fancy way, which made people dazzled.

The people around were gathered around, it seemed that the beauty dancing knife was beautiful even if it was just a flower handle, not to mention that they all knew that this person was not a so-called vase.

If you look down on her because of the other person's face, then waiting for her end is a week of intimate contact with the bed.

Zhen Yang casually ordered someone onlookers to discuss with him with a knife. The person who was ordered turned red with excitement, but he quickly calmed down and pulled out his knife to make a seal of opposition.

The battle was imminent, started suddenly and ended quickly.

The Uchihas changed from doubts at the beginning to surprise to seriousness at the back, and the whole process only took a few minutes. They only knew that Zhenyang's physical skills were very good, but they didn't expect that other people's sword skills would not be a hindrance. Just when they watched with relish, the winner was already decided there.

Uchiha Maou won the final victory without any suspense.

She took the knife back from the man's neck and smiled politely: "Thank you for your help."

"No, you're welcome." The man's pale face turned red again, he said sternly, and even got into the crowd without even the seal of reconciliation. The people around were sighing for a while, and they were silent as soon as they thought of coaxing, and then they dispersed as birds and beasts to do their own things.

Maou tilted her head for unknown reasons. When she turned her head, she saw Madara Uchiha with a dark face, and she suddenly realized.

"Spot, what's the matter?"

Madara's face softened a little: "Father called you to meet him in the reception room."

"Hmm, I see, I'll be here." She put the knife in the sheath and asked Quanna, who was beside her, "Did you see it clearly?"

"I see clearly!" Quanna closed her writing wheel, revealing black pupils.

Maou smiled and waved his hand.

"Okay, I'll go first, see you later."

Chapter 13 13.

"I didn't expect that your swordsmanship is also very good. Did you figure it out yourself? Or someone else taught you?" Madara Uchiha and Maou walked side by side, commenting on the battle she had just fought.

"Someone taught me."

"The person who taught you must be a swordsman. I really hope to have the opportunity to meet."

"Indeed, he is the best swordsman I know." Zhen Yang snorted and pursed her lips, "Unfortunately, he is no longer there."