People are in Konoha, starting from the teacher Uchiha Madara

Chapter 155 The Uchiha Madara Who Exited

In an inconspicuous small building in the land of the Uchiha clan.

Madara sat on the wooden board, closed his eyes and felt the changes in the chakra in his body. It was completely different from his previous chakra. The abnormally active cells gave him a brand new sensory experience.

Now he can probably understand where the terrifying strange power and extraordinary resilience of Zhujian come from, but the newly born cells are constantly sending hunger messages all the time.

His closed eyes opened quietly, looking at the dark room covered by curtains, he stood up on the wooden planks and walked to the window to open the curtains, allowing the long-lost sunlight to illuminate the entire room.

Brilliant spots of light shone on his face, causing him to turn his head to avoid the glare of the sun.

The movement of his gaze allowed him to clearly see himself in the mirror. New muscles had appeared on the parts of his body where the scars were distributed, and he couldn't help but raise his palm to stroke the rosy skin.

"Is this the resilience of Hashirama?"

Madara raised her arm in surprise, let the sun shine on her arm, and stared at the place where the scar was left before.

Looking down into the fleshy wound between the columns, the strange white complexion made him stunned, and he thought to himself: Is this the sequelae of transplantation?
He twisted his body in front of the mirror, seriously wondering if the scars on his back were as good as new, until the rumbling of his stomach woke him up.

Satisfied, he dressed the clothes on the chair neatly, walked out of the room and stepped into the long-lost sunshine.

The patriarch's retreat was over, and the news spread like wildfire within the Uchiha clan.

Then came the news that the patriarch alone broke the consumption record of the hot pot restaurant.

Many good people even made a special trip to witness it with their own eyes, but they were forced to retreat by Madara's stare.

Since the hot pot restaurant was booked by the patriarch, the boss who was a temporary guest waiter did not dare to disclose any relevant information. This time it was a hot pot feast for the patriarch. How much food was consumed has become an unsolved mystery among the Uchiha clan.

Madara, who was full of food and drink, strolled comfortably on the streets of Konoha, and was about to go to the Hokage Building to solve Hashirama's problems. Her normal body shape made it impossible to see the appearance of eating and drinking just now.

"Villagers, please don't walk in the middle of the road casually, lest you collide with the daimyo's frame."

Suddenly, many members of the police force appeared on both sides of the street. After clearing the street, they lowered the mobile stakes and stretched a red cordon.

At the moment when Guang ordered not to work, he left his post in an instant, jumped over the cordon, walked to the crowd and faced the man holding the dumpling in his hand, and said, "Patriarch, are you done practicing? The ingredients are all gone. Put it in the designated place."

Madara, who swallowed the dumpling, looked into the distance along the empty street and asked, "When will Daimyo come to the village?"

Uchiha Setsuna estimated the speed of the bullock cart in his mind, and replied: "In 15 minutes, I can enter the Konoha Gate, and in 25 minutes I will arrive at the Hokage Building."

Mottled nodded to express his understanding, stuffed the dumpling in his hands into his arms, turned around and walked towards the Hokage Building.

Shu Mo looked at the three-color dumpling in his hand with a blank expression on his face, so he had no choice but to stand by the cordon while chewing the dumpling, watching for anyone scurrying around.

When Madara came to Hokage's office, he saw that the sound of pushing the door did not wake up the busy Hashirama.

He bent down to pick up the documents scattered on the ground, sat in his seat and coughed, showing his existence.

"It's the daimyo." Hashirama suddenly raised his head, looked happily at the man sitting not far away, and put down the document he was reviewing, "Is the retreat over?"

Seeing Spot nodded, Hashirama stood up and held a tea set not far away, made a cup of tea for Ban and put it in front of him, and continued: "When you and Lu Sheng went out for a trip, that guy Tobima always retreated to develop Ninjutsu, sometimes you can't see him for a month."

Madara, who was sitting on a chair, looked at the many documents in the office, frowned and looked at Hashima, who was wearing a shadow robe, and said seriously: "Why are there more and more documents?"

Zhu Jian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's because our village is getting bigger and bigger."

Madara did not agree with his eyes, fixed his eyes firmly on Hashirama, and said word by word: "After the alliance is established and the daimyo is further replaced, what should you do if there are documents like snowflakes floating around from all over the country of fire?" deal with?"

Seeing Hashirama froze in place and speechless, Madara stood up and supported the table with his hands, and continued: "Should we think about decentralizing power? Hokage shouldn't be entangled in trivial matters."

"boom!"

Nara Shikahei who pushed open the door saw the two people who were talking, and quietly moved back.

"Come back to me!" Hashirama turned his face, and stopped the pineapple head who wanted to escape, "Where is Daimyo already?"

"I have arrived at the village and are heading towards the building. All relevant matters have been arranged."

Hashirama turned back to the desk, marked the unfinished documents just now, and said to Zhuo Madara: "It's time to go."

"Daimyo is getting older."

Standing between the thousand-handed pillars at the entrance of the building, looking at the gorgeously dressed old man who was helped down from the bullock cart by the servants, he said in a low voice.

Uchiha Madara just gave him a sideways glance to indicate that he didn't understand. He didn't attend the last meeting in the village where the daimyo came.

The daimyo with age spots appeared on his temples, pushed away the servant who was holding his arm, and looked at Hokage with his straight body, with a hint of a smile in his old voice: "It's really interesting, last time Madara wasn't there, this time I'm not here .”

After all, he took the lead to step on the steps and walked upstairs.

In addition to the servants serving the daimyo in the meeting room, there is also a young man.

"Konoha wants to form a ninja alliance, we already know." Daimyo drooped his slack eyes, and glanced at Nara Shikahei who was recording, "Have the ninjas decided to get rid of the attachment to the country?"

"Times have changed."

Hashirama, who fell silent, looked at him with burning eyes.

The daimyo sighed helplessly: "But the changes are too fast, and I, an old man, can't keep up with the back of the times."

Lu Ping couldn't help but stop writing, and said: "If a war breaks out on the scale of Ninja Village now, the raging flames of war will pull the whole world into it."

"Too."

Reminiscent of the names of various ninja villages that have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, the daimyo who can't remember clearly nodded his head with deep understanding.

He changed the subject, and a gleam of light bloomed in his cloudy eyes. He stared at Hokage's face, refusing to let go of every tiny detail: "The ninjas formed an alliance for peace. You should know which group is the most fearful?"

Madara took the lead in breaking the silent air, and said lightly, "It's you."

"That's right, it's us. Ninjas can unite, but it's more difficult for countries to unite than reaching the sky." Taking the hot tea from the servant and holding it in his palm, the daimyo nodded affirmatively, "If one day the ninja If they want to replace us, the old man will not be surprised, because the Fire Nation expanded its territory to today's territory only by swallowing up the surrounding small countries step by step."

Looking at the steaming teacup, Hashirama said to the daimyo whose voice was gradually hoarse: "We are working hard for the peace of the ninjas, but wars are still breaking out among countries."

"Peace?" Daimyo interrupted Hashirama with a loud voice, and looked fondly at the man kneeling quietly behind him, "No matter what choice the ninjas make next, I just hope that he can enjoy what I have been doing. Get all the benefits."

(End of this chapter)