Naruto: After slagging F4, he was caught

When the other three heard this, they immediately turned around and glared at Xiaobao, and they all thought the same thing: He is his mother’s favorite son, so what are they?

Dabao frowned slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes; Erbao pouted his lips, seeming very dissatisfied with Xiaobao's words; Sanbao stared at Xiaobao closely, as if waiting for him to take back his words.

The three of them looked at each other and said at the same time: "Mom, I am your favorite son."

Their voices were in unison, full of confidence and determination.

They all hope to occupy the most important position in their mother's heart.

Mu Tianyin looked at the sky speechlessly. Is this the time to compete for favor?

She felt helpless and amused.

These kids always try to express themselves at strange times.

"Shut up and follow me. It's dangerous here." Her voice was serious and decisive, leaving no room for doubt.

They nodded, "Okay, but I need to go talk to the father here."

Before Mu Tianyin came, this strange world was like a foggy wilderness to the four children, making them confused and uneasy.

The most important thing is that the four children are separated. If it weren’t for the war, they would not be able to reunite.

When Dabao came here, a fierce and brutal war was going on. It was a fierce showdown between the Uchiha clan and the Senju clan.

The battlefield was filled with shouts and clashes of weapons. Dabao's small body was frantically moving among the chaotic crowd, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

He dodged left and right, nimbly avoiding the swinging weapons and the splattering blood.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a tall and majestic figure.

The figure was as tall as a pine tree, like a giant tree standing in a storm, emitting a powerful aura.

There is a sense of dominance on his stern face, which is the perseverance and courage that comes from countless battles.

Dabao's eyes lit up instantly, as if he saw a ray of hope in the darkness.

That was his father, Uchiha Madara, the one who was like a god of war in his heart.

He ran towards the figure without hesitation, his feet raising the wind and a little dust.

He had only one thought in his mind, and that was to find his father, the person who could protect him.

His steps were quick and firm, as if every step was on the road of hope.

After running to the man, Dabao followed him closely, step by step, as if he was afraid that he would lose his support if he let go. His little hands tightly grasped the corner of Madara's clothes, as if it was his lifeline in this chaotic world.

Madara stopped and frowned at the child who suddenly appeared. His eyes were full of confusion and vigilance, and he asked sternly: "Who are you? Why are you following me?" His voice was as cold as ice, chilling people.

Dabao raised his head slightly, his eyes full of determination. He clenched his fists tightly, as if to cheer himself up. He said loudly: "Father, I am Mu Yichen." His voice was crisp and loud, and it was particularly clear in this noisy battlefield.

"What son? Don't talk nonsense. I don't even have a wife, so how can I have a son?" Madara's eyes flashed with surprise, but it was quickly replaced by suspicion. He didn't believe that this child who suddenly appeared would be his son. After all, he never had a wife, let alone a child.

Madara wanted to reach out and push him away, but when he saw Dabao's stubborn and expectant eyes, he was touched. Those eyes were full of trust and dependence on him, which reminded him of himself in the past. At that moment, his heart seemed to be gently touched by something.

"I am from the future, and you are my father, Uchiha Madara." Dabao's voice was firm and powerful, and his eyes were full of confidence. He knew that he had to make his father believe in him, otherwise he would have no one to rely on in this strange world.

Madara didn't believe it, but he was on the battlefield now and didn't have time to delve into the origins of the child. He could only let his clan members take care of him while he continued to fight with Hashirama Senju. He had only one belief in his heart, which was to fight for the glory of the Uchiha clan.

His strength was not as good as Senju Hashirama's, and he gradually lost the upper hand in the fierce battle. Dabao was very anxious when he saw him injured.

He shouted "Father" and his eyes turned into Rinnegan.

The mysterious and powerful force burst out instantly and dealt a severe blow to Hashirama, injuring him and leaving him unconscious.

Madara looked at Dabao in shock. He couldn't believe that this child had such powerful strength.

He returned to the Uchiha clan carrying Dabao, his heart full of doubts and emotions.

After Dabao woke up, he clung to him like a little tail. No matter where Madara went, he followed closely, his steps hurried and firm.

He knew that in this strange world, his father was his only support.

Madara also unknowingly developed a special feeling for this child who suddenly appeared.

He slowly began to accept the child, and the relationship between the two gradually warmed up.

Erbao encountered Senju Hashirama in a quiet corner. It was a corner where the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows, and the breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of tranquility.

At that time, Hashirama Senju was folding his arms across his chest, looking into the distance quietly, with a thoughtful expression on his face. His eyes were deep and distant, as if he was thinking about a major issue concerning the fate of the entire family. Erbao walked to his side lightly, like a small animal approaching its prey cautiously. He stared at Hashirama Senju without blinking, his eyes full of curiosity and expectation.

Senju Hashirama noticed Erbao's presence, turned around, and asked with a smile, "Little guy, what can I do for you?" When his eyes fell on Erbao's face, he was stunned for a moment. The familiar face made him feel an inexplicable emotion. "Who are you?" There was a hint of confusion and surprise in his voice.

Erbao jumped excitedly, waving his hands and saying, "It's me, I'm Erbao, your son, father, why don't you recognize me?" His face was filled with a bright smile, as if he had seen his relatives after a long absence. "Have you forgotten mom and me?" Erbao's eyes were full of expectation, hoping to get a positive answer from Senju Hashirama.

Facing Erbao's puzzled eyes, Senju Hashirama said, "Little guy, I'm not your father, you've got the wrong person." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, but he couldn't bear to hurt the child.

Erbao laughed, "Father, you are so funny? Are you kidding me?" His laughter was clear and loud, full of childish innocence. "I am Murzhong!" Erbao was eager to make Senju Hashirama believe his words.