"Brother!"

Tobirama, who was slightly breathing, happily pushed open the wooden door of Naruto's office.

A pungent smell of alcohol made him take a step back quickly, and the scene in the room made him feel a little overwhelmed.

The new round table in the middle of the room was filled with empty wine bottles, and Konoha's Naruto lay on the table like a slug, looking at the indifferent Spot in front of him, and incoherently said: "Drink! Spot... don't think... I didn't see you raising fish just now."

Madara glanced at Tobirama who entered the door, and pointed his eyes at Hashima who was drunk: "It was the Sharingan just now, which made you hallucinate."

"Is that?" Hashimara suddenly felt that she was being helped up, and her drunken eyes looked at the familiar face full of phantoms, "Tobirama, you are here, sit down and drink together."

Tomomaru, who was in a mess, thoughtfully took out his hand towel from his pocket and wiped the wine on Hashimaru's face.

After tidying up the drunk Hashimara, Tobira opened the doors and windows in the office with a headache, glaring at the leisurely culprit beside her.

He stroked the sake spot and looked at each other with an angry gaze, and slowly said, "Hashima wants to experience the feelings of my enemies on the moon."

Tobirama, who was sitting down with a wooden chair, barely agreed with Madara's statement. If it weren't for the elder brother's own wishes, no one would have drunk him.

He placed his palm on the back of Shimama, and the chakra of similar nature bloomed, causing the silent chakra in his elder brother to rush up, speeding up the dissolution of the alcohol in his body.

"Have you ever thought about the incident of the Blood Pool Clan, what consequences will be caused in the future?"

Madara took a sip of sake silently and looked at Hashimara who was leaning on the chair to rest, with a hint of drunkenness in her voice: "Ideals and realization always conflict. Hashimara thought that peace would be achieved by establishing a hidden village, but it seems that you don't agree so much in your heart."

Seeing Tomoma lowering his head silently, Madara curled his lips and smiled hoarsely, and continued, "The model of ninja's dependence on entrusting survival needs to be changed."

Madara looked at Tobirama's sudden shiny eyes and continued, "Do you know what Lu Sheng and I saw in the moon?"

"What?"

Tobirama, who had been indulging in the past thinking, felt a dry throat.

"The moon was created by the Six Paths of Sages." Madara stood up and took out two bottles of sake from the iron cabinet and placed it in front of his and Tobirama's table. "Whether the moon is a new world recreated by Otsutsuki Hashimura. This grand project is far more than building a brand new village. Now Hashima and I want to follow our predecessors to transform this ninja world, which is just a breeze."

Click.

Tomoma, who had his teeth opened the lid, sipped his sake, stared into his eyes, and said, "Unlocking people's hearts can be more difficult than creating the world."

"Maybe you're right." His face was stained with burgundy spots and smiled. "If the Ninja Alliance is formed on the condition of transforming the harsh living environment of other countries, would you say the other shadows agree?"

Tobirama, who was drinking a slumber, did not speak up, which accelerated the rush of chakra in his hand.

"They must agree." Madara paused, his eyes crossed Hashirama and stared at the world map behind him. "As soon as the alliance was established, is it necessary for creatures like Daming and the nobles to exist in the ninja world?"

"Um."

Hashirama, who was suffering from a headache, opened his eyes and looked at the two people looking at each other in confusion, lowering his head and counting the bottles of wine beside him.

In an instant, he picked up the scroll and said excitedly, "Have I reached the threshold of ten thousand enemies?"

"not yet."

Madara, who unfolded the scroll on the wooden board, glanced at him and thought to himself that it was impossible to have Tomomama wanting to reappear the passion of drinking with the people of the city.

"Bang!"

The smoke rose, and the ten-tailed cylinders that were neatly cut and solidified into solid bodies were lying quietly in the room, attracting the attention of the Thousand-Handed Brothers.

Madara learned the thunder shadow's move, concentrated the chakra with a beating arc on his palm, cut off a large piece of sealed in the new scroll, and said to the two around him: "This is reserved for Lu Sheng."

The legendary sacred tree is right in front of you.

Hashimara was slapped at the wooden stake and said to Madara: "How about integrating it into my wood escape?"

Tobirama, who was standing beside him, suppressed his excited expression and retorted: "This is a very important research value of the sacred tree, and you can't just keep it aside."

Hashirama, who was not hit at all, suggested enthusiastically: "What about cultivating it into the tree species?"

This method.

Madara rubbed her chin and nodded to show that it was feasible. If she fought against a wood escape material containing the sacred tree, it was full of unprecedented freshness. He glanced at Tomomama and said, "Are you sure?"

No matter who is questioned, Uchiha cannot be questioned. This is Tomoma's potential creed. He immediately retorted: "Give me time, the tree species will definitely be cultivated."

The clear ringing sound came from outside the window, making Madara listen, but unexpectedly it was already time for Ninja School to finish school.

The rapid sound hit the heartstrings of the Landing Student in a rush, making him sit and stand on the roof overlooking the lively crowd below.

"Today~ it's Kojiri...on duty."

There was a sound of intermittent teasing behind him, and the intoxicated fire core was leaning against the wall, slowly shaking the wine bottle.

Lu Sheng turned around and stared at his face in distress, "Just this degree, there is no need to pretend to be drunk."

"Himmer!"

"As a matter of fact, you can drink all the chakra wine that can grasp all the chakra nature."

Lu Sheng decisively gave up waking up the person who was pretending to be drunk, sorted out his scattered clothes, and walked downstairs.

The lively campus returned to silence, and Lu Sheng walked alone on the quiet corridor, and could clearly hear the unscrupulous heartbeat in his chest.

The familiar door of Class A classroom was opened inwards, and the girl standing at the door opened her eyes in surprise, as if she didn't know what to say.

After Yuyi Shinho controlled his expression, he hurriedly grabbed Lu Sheng's sleeve and pulled him to the other side to make sure that the voice of the conversation would not be heard by Jiri.

"My strength has increased a lot in two years. Should I find an opportunity to compete again?"

The girl with a fighting spirit on her face frowned with heroic eyebrows and looked at the opponent she had been looking forward to for two years.

"No problem." Lu Sheng, who felt that he was very good, agreed, "Where is the competition?"

The location where Zhenyang was located happened to be visible, and a strand of purple hair floated out from the classroom to the corridor. She pondered for a moment, "This competition is top secret. I want to go to the library first to study which training ground is more suitable."

After saying this, Shinho pointed to the corridor in secludedly, missing his shoulder and walked out of the Ninja School.

Lu Sheng, who received the code, turned around clearly and looked at the girl standing in front of the classroom door and smiling.

The light purple hair lingers on her elegant face, and the brilliant light and shadow make her look more and more radiant. The gentleness that emerges in the autumn water makes Lu Sheng not know what to say for a moment.

He could only rush to her, and faced her bright eyes with a smile. The closeness between them made him easily smell the faint fragrance of Jiri's body.

Before he could say anything, Jiri smiled and approached the two of them. He raised his hand in an instant, grabbed his cheek, and his eyes were filled with anger: "Say! Where did the smell of alcohol come from?"

Feeling the lengthened Lu Sheng on his face, his voice began to become distorted, with a hint of grievance: "It was a local specialty brought to the Fire Nuclear Teacher from the moon~"

"That's it!" Jiri rubbed his fingertips behind his back, savoring the feeling he had just now, leaning forward and looking at Lu Sheng at close range, "Don't stick that kind of thing!"

The close proximity of the cheeks and the distance between them made each other feel their warm breath. Lu Sheng turned his face silently, took out two scrolls from the ninja bag and put them in the girl's hand.

"The white scroll is sealed with the moon soil."

"The black scroll is sealed with meteorite."

Lu Sheng held the scroll tightly in front of the girl's slender palm and told him seriously.

"Lunar soil?"

Jiri stared at the white scroll in his left hand, his eyes flashed and his right hand, and placed it in front of Lu Sheng to signal him to take it back.

Things like meteorite are too precious, and her ninja sword is enough, so she doesn't need such exquisite ninja tools.

Suddenly, Lu Sheng, who had been standing in the corridor for a long time, smiled and pushed the girl's right hand back and locked the classroom.

The two people walking in the shade avoided the hot glow. He explained to Jiri's puzzled eyes: "We have found something better on the moon to create a set of flame fans that belong to us."

Jiri pouted his little face, flashed his bright eyes, and said softly: "But it's just Lu Sheng."

Lu Sheng stopped, stared at her eyes, and emphasized word by word: "It's us."

Jiri, who understood something, took Lu Sheng's right hand and ten fingers tightly.

The hot palms conveyed each other's warmth and blended silently. The closeness of the heart made her smile like a flower, and she repeated lightly: "It's us."
Chapter completed!