Naruto: After slagging F4, he was caught

The night fell and the stars dotted the sky. Izumi stood in a corner of the courtyard. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on his slightly thin body. His eyes flashed with worry.

He told Madara about Mu Tianyin's plan in a soft voice, and every word was like a heavy stone pressing on Madara's heart.

Madara listened quietly with a frown on his face. His heart was like the sea ravaged by a violent storm, with turbulent waves.

Madara knew that although this plan was insidious, it was necessary to protect his people.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the hesitation in his eyes had been replaced by determination.

He nodded slowly. It was a silent promise and a protection for the lives and safety of his people.

As the days passed, Mu Tianyin's life became peaceful and fulfilling.

During her conversation with Ai Aizi, she could hear her silver bell-like laughter from time to time, and their relationship became increasingly intimate.

The frequent visits of the two Senshou brothers, especially the enthusiastic participation of the second brother of Fei, made Mu Tianyin feel a little warm.

Madara and Izuna gradually faded out of her daily life in the busyness, leaving her with a peaceful world of her own.

In this tranquility, Mu Tianyin showed another unknown side of her - her sewing skills.

She skillfully transformed the old fabrics into new clothes suitable for Madara.

Every piece of clothing embodies her hard work, with harmonious colors and novel styles, as if each piece has its own soul.

Her craftsmanship amazed Ai Aizi, who praised her as a model of thrift.

Mu Tianyin smiled slightly. She didn’t think she was very frugal. She just didn’t like to waste.

She was incredibly fast, finishing all the clothes and hanging them neatly in the closet in just five days.

When Hashirama Senju learned that Momoko had made so many clothes for Madara, he came to her and complained half-jokingly: "Momoko is partial, I want new clothes too, and I have to have more than Madara."

Men all have a competitive spirit and want to prove that they are not as good as others. How can they accept this?

Mu Tianyin gave him a death stare, hoping that he would give up?

Senju Hashirama has always been thick-skinned. He pulled Mu Tianyin's arm and shook it like a child, "Yinyin, I have been picking up other people's clothes since I was a child. I have never had new clothes. Please make some for me."

Thousand-Handed Buddha: I’m not that poor.

Ai Aizi: I have worn it several times since I grew up.

Mu Tianyin's body was almost broken by him, but after being persuaded by Hashirama Senju, she still agreed.

"Okay, stop shaking, I agree."

He was happy now, his dark face was full of excitement, and he jumped up and down like a child, "Yeah, I have new clothes."

Mu Tianyin felt that he was exaggerating, but the excitement on his face was not fake.

Suddenly I remembered the character of the Senju clan. He may have never worn new clothes since he was a child.

Qianshou Fojian is selfish and all he thinks about every day is getting money from his aunt's pocket. What he earns is only enough for his own food and clothing, and he prepares everything for the child.

A woman who has to do housework and take care of children often does not consider some details carefully. She will wear clothes if she can, and wear those that others don't want if she can't.

As for going out to buy, that is impossible. There is no place selling clothes in the entire Fire Nation. Everyone buys cloth and makes their own clothes at home.

But my aunt is too busy and has no time to do it. Even if she has time, the selfish man in the Thousand-Handed Buddha Room will only think about himself.

When she thought of this, she looked at Hashirama Senju with sympathy. He was so pitiful.

She sighed, stood in front of Senju Hashirama with a ruler in her hand, her eyes focused and serious, as if at this moment there were only her and the person in front of her in the world.

She gently asked Hashirama Senju to open his arms and prepared to tailor new clothes for him.

Although she was petite, only 1.65 meters tall, Hashirama Senju was tall and straight, 1.84 meters tall, so she had to stand on tiptoe to touch his shoulders.

The distance between the two became extremely close at this moment, so close that they could feel each other's breathing, and that subtle temperature and rhythm intertwined in the air.

Kimura's movements were light and precise, her fingers sliding gently over Hashirama Senju's shoulders, recording every important measurement.

Senju Hashirama lowered his head and his eyes involuntarily fell on Bokuto's pink lips. Her breath gently brushed across his cheek, bringing an indescribable feeling.

His heartbeat couldn't help but quicken a little, and for a moment, he almost couldn't help but hold her in his arms.

However, he remembered the advice given by Fei Lao Er - a lack of patience can ruin great plans.

He knew that for the long-term plan, he couldn't let his impulsiveness destroy their relationship.

Mu Tianyin finally took the measurements. She took a step back with a satisfied smile on her face and said to Senju Hashirama, "Go back and wait. Your new clothes will be ready soon."

Senju Hashirama nodded, trying his best to keep his expression natural.

He thanked Mu Tianyin, and without saying anything inappropriate as before, he turned around and left.

The moment he walked out of the room, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil.

He knew that the relationship between him and Mu Tianyin was far more complicated than a piece of clothing, and he had to find a balance between emotion and reason.

And Mu Tianyin also breathed a sigh of relief after Senju Hashirama left.

To be honest, she didn't want to make clothes for him because it was too intimate, but he was so pitiful that she agreed.

She specifically asked Ai Aizi what kind of clothes he liked. Ai Aizi looked very strange and asked, "Yaoyao, why are you asking this?"

Mu Tianyin did not hide it, "He saw that I made a lot of clothes for you, Madara, and he has never worn new clothes since he was a child, so he wanted to ask you what style he likes."

After saying that, he sighed, "Thousand Hands Buddha is really unreliable. You earn a little money to spend on yourself. You are busy at home and outside, so it is normal for you to ignore some small things."

He has never worn new clothes since he was a child. He has always been naked since he was a child.

Qianshou Fojian was unreliable and had never given her any household expenses, but she had money and was not short of that. She always bought cloth and asked her tribesmen to help her make three or four sets of clothes a month. Aren't they all new clothes?

Ai Aizi was almost mad with anger, and was thinking about giving him a good beating to vent her anger.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger for a long time, and answered her question, "He is not picky about clothes, as long as he can wear them, he can do anything."

Mu Tianyin frowned. The word he hated the most was "casual", because it meant that the difficulty was greatly increased.

"Then I'll go back and think about it."

As soon as she left, Ai Aizi called Senju Hashirama in. Seeing Ai Aizi's grim expression, his heart skipped a beat and he carefully recalled what he had done.

When I didn’t find any problem, I asked, “Mom, what’s wrong?”