Douluo Zhibo Madara

A few days later in the afternoon, Madara came back from outside covered in sweat.Now he has long been accustomed to the boring life of practicing chakra in the morning and evening, going to support the family after breakfast, and practicing taijutsu in the afternoon.

One hundred push-ups and three hundred frog jumps a day are the current limits of this body.

As for the chakra that has been refined for a long time, it is not comparable to that of the genin, and it seems to be close to a bottleneck.

The reason why Madara came back so early was because he heard a piece of news from those little brats.

"You wait for three days for my martial spirit to awaken, and I will definitely defeat you."

In this case, except for the awakening of the martial soul, everything else goes in the left ear and out the right ear. It is just the wail of a defeated dog.

Has the martial spirit awakened? Madara reached out and touched his eye sockets, could it be it?

Sharingan, also known as the eye of spiritual reflection, its ability comes from the soul and blood.

If your body also contains Uchiha bloodline, the chance of awakening is more than [-]%, but based on your own Indra Chakra reincarnation, the chance of awakening is basically [-]-[-].

Madara guessed that perhaps, after officially becoming a soul master, his chakra could continue to make breakthroughs.

Madara walked quickly to his home, ready to tell Tang San the news, but he met the village elder Jack in the blacksmith shop.

"Little Spot, you are back to bully those little guys again." Jack said with a smile as he looked at Spot returning home.

Old Jack is the village chief of Holy Soul Village, and he is also the oldest and most respected old man in the entire village. It was thanks to his help that Tang Hao brought Ban and Tang San to settle here.

"Village Chief, you came to my house to inform my brother and I to awaken our martial arts." Although Ban was unruly, he was still very polite to the old man who had helped him.

"Yes, yes, it turns out you already know. Remember, I will pick you two up in three days," Jack said with a serious face.

Madara nodded seriously, "Don't worry, village chief, we will be on time. After all, it is a matter of fate."

Old Jack stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Then I'll feel relieved."

"Grandpa Village Chief, what is the awakening ceremony?" Tang San asked curiously.

Madara felt extremely helpless towards this younger brother. As expected, he was just as stupid as Izuna.

Living in the world of soul masters who don't know about martial arts and soul masters is like a child in the ninja world who doesn't know about ninjas.

But Old Jack still explained to Tang San very carefully: "Each of us has our own martial spirit. When we are about six years old..."

Then Tang San, like a curious baby, asked a few more questions about the awakening ceremony and the spirit master, while Madara also listened carefully.

Although he had already roughly understood it through the few words spoken by the villagers over the past few years, as a ninja, he was cautious enough to ask him to learn more about it in detail. After all, there was nothing wrong with being careful.

The whole process was very pleasant, except for the fact that his father Tang Hao sneered at the legend of the Soul Saint, which caused Old Jack to blow his beard and stare, wanting to teach Tang Hao a lesson with his carrot martial spirit.

Time flew by quickly, and night fell in the blink of an eye. Tang San, who had been playing iron all day, moved his sore shoulders and started preparing dinner.

After dinner, Tang Hao went out to get drunk again, and it looked like he wouldn't be back until very late. Ban, who was cleaning up the dishes with Tang San, hesitated and said, "Xiao San, I want to ask you for something."

"What's the matter, brother, just say it if you have anything to say." Tang San, who was washing the dishes, turned around and asked strangely.

Tang San knew that his brother was extremely arrogant and strong, and would grit his teeth to complete things that he could usually solve by himself.

"I want you to help me type a few things." Madara took out a drawing and placed it on the table.

"This is Brother Dagger, what's the use of hitting this?" Tang San asked, looking at the kunai blueprint in front of him.

"Defense" Madara silently uttered two words.

Although Tang San had memories of hidden weapons in his previous life, he subconsciously regarded the kunai as a dagger for close combat. Although it was a bit shorter, it just fit Madara's current body shape, and he didn't even think about the direction of the throw.

"Okay, I'll type it out as soon as possible in the next few days."

Madara originally wanted to make the fan and sickle he used when he was in the ninja world, but considering that firstly, he was still too small to wield it, and secondly, Tang San also had to be busy forging iron spirits, so ninja tools that were too big would be useless. Nothing can be done.

The next morning, Madara got up very early to wash up, looked at Tang San who kept yawning, and the two kunai on the table that could still feel the warmth, and felt warm in his heart.

"If you like blacksmithing, then become a blacksmith. At least the family members that I, Madara Uchiha, protect, cannot be touched by gods."

Tang San, who was a little sleepy at first, felt the aura emanating from his brother and felt confused.

"Let's go. The sun will rise in a while."

"Not bad." Madara picked up two kunai on the table, felt the familiar feel, and nodded with satisfaction.

I have to say that Tang San did have the talent to become a divine craftsman, at least the kunai he forged for the first time was so easy.

Ban didn't know that although Tang San had never forged before in his life, he had made countless hidden weapons as a disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, so practice makes perfect.

For some reason, Madara has been feeling uneasy since this morning, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Today, you should be more careful." Madara knew that this was a whim, a powerful instinct developed by a strong man through life and death, so he carefully placed the freshly baked kunai on his waist.

In the blink of an eye, the sun had already risen from the east. Tang San, who was on his way home, looked at Madara, whose expression became more and more solemn, and said to himself: "Something's wrong, brother has never been so nervous in the past few years."

"Brother, are you hiding something from me?" Although Tang San asked, his tone revealed that he couldn't help but doubt.

"No, it's just a little uneasy." Madara rubbed Tang San's hair again, as if he had formed a habit.

Although he resisted at first, over time Tang San also got used to it.After all, he was alone in his previous life. Although he had a father in his rebirth, the decadent Tang Hao was obviously not as close as the brothers.

"Brother, if you have something, don't keep it in your heart, I..." Before he finished speaking, Tang San stopped, with the same defensive look on his face, and he and Madara looked at the rustling grass next to them.

"I'll go take a look," Tang San said, reaching out and taking the kunai thrown by Madara.

"If you can't, I'll go too." Ban stretched out his hand to block Tang San and raised his eyebrows.

"Brother, you're not as flexible as me, so let me go," Tang San said with a firm face. Tang San had practiced ghost shadow walking since he was a child, so he was naturally more agile than Ban, who had not yet finished climbing trees and treading water.

"Be careful," Madara could only nod his head. He knew that his brother was very stable and would not do anything uncertain.

Tang San didn't say much, but carefully stepped towards the grass not far away step by step.

"Roar" After a while, a pure white lynx rushed towards Tang San like a silver stream of light.

Tang San was horrified and flew back in a hurry, using Ghost Shadow Tracking without reservation, showing a bit of ghostly demeanor for the first time, narrowly avoiding the beast's fangs and claws.

Seeing Tang San escape from danger, Madara's heart dropped, and at the same time he felt relieved. It turned out that his whim was because of this guy.

"Are you okay, mistress?" Madara couldn't help but ask, staring at the lynx lingering in front of him.

Never take your eyes away from your enemy during battle. This is a lesson learned through blood.

"It's okay, brother, get ready." Tang San clenched the kunai in his hand. He knew that with the speed of this white wolf, if their backs were exposed to it, it would be impossible for the two of them to escape back to the village alive.

"Xiao San, run fast, go back and call someone." Madara stopped in front of Tang San again.

"Brother, you go back, I'll deal with it." This time, even if Tang San used Xuantian Dong's internal force, it could only make Madara's arm sway slightly.

It is only a few hundred meters away from the village. As long as you go to ask for help, the villagers will arrive within 5 minutes.If it hadn't been too early and people were still sleeping, the wolf howl just now would have been enough to attract attention.

"Remember, I am the elder brother, and you are the younger brother." Tang San saw his brother's smile for the first time in his life, and people couldn't help but be convinced.

Tang San gritted his teeth and rushed towards the Holy Soul Village without looking back, his eyes full of worry: "Brother, you have to hold on."

What Tang San didn't see was that Madara's smile immediately turned extremely cold after he left.

"Little reptile, let me play with you."