【General Host Naruto】Mabuchi

520, 521 passionate bunt

The configurations are respectively an old married couple, a passionate couple and an awkward couple (bushi).

1 Uchiha Madara

When he picked up an unusually obvious silver-white blade, Uchiha Madara knew that he had reached his destination.

Looking around, the twisting storm in the sky turned the originally smooth horizon into a ferocious one. Huge cracks criss-crossed the land nearby, and underneath was the bottomless [Naru]. Once a weight falls on it, a heart-breaking clicking sound will be heard, and it will devour any creature that comes close.

"This is the opened subspace"

The cloaked woman said enthusiastically. After everything was over, she finally had time to explore the endless mysteries of the ninja world.

For example, this small world is connected by space ninjutsu.

"Be careful."

The long-haired man couldn't help but remind him. People around me have a tendency to take risks recently, and they are always adventurous almost anytime and anywhere.

Compared to her, he seemed calm and composed every time he went to investigate. From this he also realized that in the past few decades, she had never really expressed her preference.

It is impossible for people to be born with such composure.

Uncontrollably, he would think, is there any reason for him?

"After becoming a father, I became more worried." The black-haired mature woman tied her hair high. She has beautiful eyes, and when she smiles and teases people, she brings the charm of twinkling stars.

Uchiha Madara tilted his head slightly, and his tone was unexpectedly low: "You are mother..."

So don't look at him with that strange look, he is really a normal man.

"Okay." The man named Zhenyuan said, holding his fingers together. When she does this action, she likes to place it straight between her eyes, letting her spiritual power spread out like waves. A strange sense of piety emanated from her body, as if she was not forming seals, but listening to the will of the world.

"There is no way." said the man who played with his spirit. The two of them stood under a giant tree that blocked out the sky and the sun. They were still a long way away from the storm. Now it was time to make a choice:

Forward or backward?

Uchiha Madara stared at her for a few seconds, then gently took off his gloves and put them on his hands, "Mabuchi, you know I will never reject you."

He said, pulling out the round fan and blowing up a gust of wind. When the wind started to blow, he and the person whose palms met stepped onto the colorless stairs together.

despair. At this moment, Uchiha Madara's hand was held particularly hard.

The boundless spirit is wrapped around the wind. Under their feet, the cracks in the earth are like gray but tenacious flowers, which are blooming unyieldingly with the pain and joy in their hearts:

Across this land, there will be hurricanes.

Passing through the forested mountains, there will be waves.

The crowds passed by each other, and there was no precious next encounter.

It just takes a little courage to hold this person's hand.

Uchiha Madara thought that when he limited his future to a certain world, she helped him open up vertical choices.

The reason why people envy birds is not because they are born with the ability to fly. Rather, it has the opportunity to choose to fall to death or fly to life.

"if……"

People who once had a red moon in their hearts asked their loved ones, "What if the world that opens up turns out to be nothingness."

"Then create a new one."

"There are 10,000 possibilities in front of me, and all I have to do is verify the 10,001th one."

She said, imprinting her fingertips on the corners of his eyes, "And you are the countless one I have chosen."

Er Uchiha Izuna

The man with his long hair hanging loosely behind him and wearing a feathered fabric has been sitting at the table for a long time.

He slowly knocked down a tower of blocks, then painstakingly built it again after the parts were scattered, again and again.

This action was repeated dozens of times until several sounds of shoes falling to the ground and rolling were heard.

From time to time, the woman's voice came briefly through the door panel and reached his ears. Uchiha Izuna looked at the building blocks in his hand hesitantly, but still left the half-built block on the table.

"It's a patient job after all," he said to himself, his sleeves opening in welcome.

"Well, I haven't rested yet," the woman said, taking off her neat uniform. She has a slender and tall body, and her whole body is wrapped tightly, with only a red thread tied around her wrist.

"When can Nathan's work be decentralized?" Quan Nai naturally stepped forward to help remove the small weapons. His fingers were nimble, and he could hold a small scar under the other person's eye between his lips and teeth by just lowering his head slightly, "Today's kiss, wait a moment, I'm a little..."

The young man began to trace the other person's facial features bit by bit, with great care. He lightly touched the raised eyebrows, beautiful eyes, and pale lips. He inserted it into her hair, lifted up her hairband with his fingertips, and let her black hair fall down thinly. he……

He put the other party's hand on his heart and said hoarsely, "Sister Zhenyuan..."

The woman chuckled, "It's quite stable. Unless you exercise strenuously, a ninja's body won't fluctuate much."

"What about consciousness?" Quan Nai said. He remembered the half-built building block. Countless times, he recognized his own heart amidst the clattering sound of the building blocks.

He will have various emotions because of the person in front of him. If Uchiha Izuna's "sanity" is the completed tower, then she is the invisible wind, or rain, or anything else in the outside world.

As long as she is around, the tower will collapse and be rebuilt countless times. In the long process of repeating it over and over again, it stubbornly told him what it meant.

"If you are conscious..."

The woman thought seriously, "I can do it. If I want to."

This is it.

The handsome young man heard the sound of the tower collapsing again. Accompanying it is the steady and rhythmic heartbeat of the ninja that has been consistent for more than ten years, slowly suppressing a beat amidst the resistance of the limbs.

Immediately, he felt for her pulse and said persistently, "No, Nathan, you are wrong. The rhythm of the heart does not depend on changes in consciousness."

He smiled and said, "It changes with you."

Three doors

When the last cherry blossoms in the mountains fell from the branches, the two-month pursuit finally came to an end.

Senju Tobirama carefully closed the scroll, and the ninja accompanying him could not help but sigh, "Sir Tobirama, today is the deadline. Let's go back quickly."

"You go back and rest," Tobirama said, "I'm going to stay here for a while."

The ninja who knew how hard the person in front of him worked to collect the first to last cherry blossom petals heard this and tried to confirm, "Are you really not going back? After today, Master Mabuchi will be on a business trip. West."

"..."

Tobirama's answer was a silent look. The ninja had no choice but to turn back three times step by step without giving up, with anxiety written all over his body.

What on earth are these two people doing!

The figure and chakra of the ninja gradually disappeared, and Tobirama regained consciousness. His fingers rubbed the seal of the scroll, curled up and stretched out, unconsciously pressing the ninja tool between his fingers on it.

If the strength is even slightly increased, this volume of hard-earned collection will be wasted.

"Sure enough, what people fear most is what they know in their hearts." The silver-haired man lowered his eyelashes, "You can't say it, and you don't dare to say it."

"So your choice is not to say a word to me, and to think alone here."

Suddenly, a female voice came loudly.

A few strands of silk thread hooked onto the scroll at a speed that was too fast for anyone to react. Within a few breaths, it fell into the hands of its destined target.

"..."

The long-lost stiffness appeared on Tobirama's body, and his tone was hard, "I've calculated your workload. Now, you shouldn't have time to come here."

"That's because I've also calculated my workload, and my brain is really slow. Can I not know what you are thinking?"

Such an intimate tone...

"Uchiha Mabuchi!" Someone finally dared to raise his face and look at the other person.

At the moment when he was struggling, she was looking into the air with a frown, relying on her mental power to process things remotely——

This made Tobirama even more angry, "Anyone can say that I am mentally retarded, except you!"

"Didn't you choose to go to the West? Now come here and tell me that you still need to say goodbye to others... When you make a decision, don't think about having the best of both worlds. Go back to your office, get a pen, and complete the task!"

"Ah."

With a slight sneer, the black-haired woman smiled coldly, "Senju Tobirama, Senju-kun. Think about your wording. It's more childish than a child who can't sleep at night looking for his mother before going to school."

She snapped the link, strode up to him, held the scroll in her hand: "Tell me, what's in it?"

"Isn't it a whole pale pink spring owned by someone named [Senju Tobirama]?"

hateful.

Senju Tobirama thought. No matter in terms of aura or words, he could never compare to this person. She was so upright and confident.

Gritting his teeth, the man said, "Yes. It's up to you."

"If I say, a whole spring is not enough." The woman immediately followed, "I also want the green summer, the golden autumn, and the snow-white east. Can you put these in the scroll?"

"..."

what is this. What the hell is this?

Senju Tobirama asked herself, how long will she continue to torture me?

Every time, every time when he wanted to destroy his weak self, she would forcefully snatch the weapon away. It was so...

"It's not a whole spring here."

The young man with red patterns on his face, but even more handsome and sharp, said slowly, "Here is the eternal longing of a person named [Senju Tobirama]."

"I can't give you summer, autumn and winter of different colors. Everything I can give is already here..."

I……

"Then I will be disrespectful." said the smiling man. Kiss him gently under the tree that has lost its spring.