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Uchiha Obito was brought back from the heap of cursed spirits by Gojo Satoru, dying.

Thanks to the blessing of the curse spirit, his mastery of the new body has gone from barely being able to take a step to walking like flying, and his body is tougher than the grandfather who does Tai Chi in the park.

"Your body is quite interesting." Gojo Satoru glanced at Obito Uchiha with his six eyes, "Photosynthesis? Seriously?"

Who would have thought that there would be chlorophyll in human cells, the biology teacher was crying.

Gojo Satoru took the human miracle Obito and looked left and right, thinking that if he saw it for his friend, Obito Uchiha might have been sent to the dissecting table early.

Thanks to the cells between the pillars, although Obito Uchiha is a human being, he has the characteristics of a plant.

That's right, he is the legend - a vegetable!

What a cold joke, I shivered.

Plant a belt of soil in the ground in spring, and you will be able to harvest a lot of belt soil in the next autumn.

Lo and behold, we found a wild Obito, Obito is rich in protein, just pluck the head off...

"I'm hungry." Wujo Satoru said to himself.

Obito didn't know what he was talking about, and Obito hugged his weak, pitiful and helpless self in fear.

"Don't be afraid." People's teacher Mr. Gojo Wu kindly reminded the half-aged boy, "I will take you to have an operation later. After you get off the operating table, your new life is about to begin."

"Am I sick?" Obito was frightened by Gojo Satoru's words, and said with a pale face, "Although I have recently become obsessed with planting myself in the soil to bask in the sun, occasionally I feel like a small mushroom with growths growing on my head. Bean sprouts—but, I'm innocent!"

He's not terminally ill, absolutely not!

Gojo Satoru: Ah, you look very sick.

Gojo Satoru's six eyes can see the flow of the curse spirit, and it's the same with Chakra.

There is a dangerous dark red light at the heart of Uchiha Obito, which is a man-made charm.

Uchiha Madara doesn't trust him, this is what he left behind.

It is easy to put in the charm without hurting the heart, but it is difficult to tear it off. Even the top doctors dare not guarantee that they will be able to complete this operation.

Only the walking humanoid CT Dr. Lingling and the humanoid X-ray Dr. Gojo Satoru could complete this earth-shattering surgery.

Lucky Uchiha boy, thanks to modern science, you have a cure!

"Is it a new operation? No problem." As soon as Gojo Gojo mentioned this matter, Lingling readily agreed.

She looked at Obito with gentle and patient eyes, as if looking at a fat little white mouse, taking out a scalpel lovingly.

Obito: Save me, ancestor save me!

Uchiha Madara didn't hear the call of the unfilial son, he was holding a bucket of water and drinking, vowing to swallow the Kaguya stone stuck in his throat.

Osamu Dazai squatted beside Madara, writing furiously with a small notebook.

"Is this what it feels like to die from swallowing stones? Is swallowing gold similar to it? There is a sense of suffocation, a sharp irritation, and a sore throat..." Osamu Dazai took notes seriously, and his attitude in writing was more than that of rushing to draft. The time is more rigorous, and the handwriting is correct and clear.

"I'm going to send it to the author of "The Complete Self-Shark Handbook" when I get back." Teacher Tsushima's eyes lit up, "He is the enlightener of my literature!"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Tsushima, who shocked the world of mystery novels, romantic light novels, hot-blooded teenagers' adventure novels and thriller novels, is actually a fanatical admirer of self-shark literature.

"This is the real source material!" Osamu Dazai was very touched. There is such a person who has the courage to dedicate himself to Mr. Tsushima as a source material. He will definitely live up to Madara's expectations.

It has been decided that the next novel will be based on him, a horror story about a person with pica.

Madara Uchiha was drinking water, Osamu Dazai was collecting materials, and Obito was sent to the operating table.

Lingling tied her loose long hair into a bundle, and while wearing a mask and gloves, she asked Gojo Satoru, "Full hemp and half hemp?"

A blue medical mask covered most of her face, and Obito swallowed, watching Ling Ling's hand in white rubber gloves slowly push the needle.

A drop of crystal water dripped from the needle, flashing a sharp light.

Just one glance made his heart go into cardiac arrest.

No no no don't lie to him!It wasn't like this when Lin operated on him!

Medical ninja treatment never requires injections, warm green chakra covers the wound, and the ninja does not take it seriously for mere fatal injuries.

Who is not afraid of needles?

To choose between being stabbed by a kunai or being stabbed in the buttocks, 90.00% of the ninjas would not choose the latter.

It's not a question of the size of the wound, it's a question of dignity!

"It's not numb." Obito heard the man next to him with hair color resembling his friend Kakashi say, "We must respect the patient's right to know."

Madara planted a spell on him without Obito's knowledge. The righteous Doctor Zero Zero and Gojo Satoru did not do such sneaky things. They wanted to complete the operation openly.

"Alright." Ling Ling gestured twice with the scalpel, "Heart...the heart is here, one cut or two cuts?"

"Dig out the whole thing?" Gojo Satoru suggested, "Dig out like a watermelon with a spoon."

He remembered that Liangmian Su Nuoting knew how to perform a heart removal operation without using a knife, digging out his fingernails to complete a heart.

Obito lay stiffly on the operating table and listened to the two discussing the operation plan.

He felt that this was not a cure, but a murder.

"Save me," Obito whispered, "Master Tsunade, help me!"

He no longer disliked Tsunade-sama's strange power that could crush the bones of his hand. Cutting off a hand is better than digging out a heart, killing the self who is in the blessing and does not know the blessing.

"It's started." Lingling raised the knife, Gojo Gojo's tall figure blocked the surgical light.

Two shadows alternately covered Obito's body, and the boy lying on the operating table kicked his legs and let out a scream.

"what--"

"Where is someone killing pigs?" Madara stood in the creek, looking down at himself with black hair and shiny black hair in the water.

The white hair on the forehead and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes dissipated together, and the magic of time was added to the body. Madara looked at the reflection in the water, and the vigorous years stirred in his mind.

"That's right." He said proudly.

"Congratulations." Osamu Dazai clapped his hands perfunctorily, carefully put the small notebook for collecting materials into his arms, and said lightly, "Would you like to hear about my plan now."

Madara looked back.

The wind stirred the ripples on the water surface, Dazai Osamu opened and closed his lips, his voice was disturbed by the running water, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Uchiha Madara's proud expression of returning to the peak faded away, and he listened carefully like never before, the expression in his pupils was unclear.

"...Do as you say." After a long time, Madara nodded slowly.

The wind stops, only the water flows.

Obito Uchiha was lying on the operating table foaming at the mouth and recovering blood, the devil who caused trouble left one at this time, and the other was wearing a blindfold and praising his perfect suture.

The perfect Mr. Gojo Satoru, even the sutures are so perfect, he has lived up to his good craftsmanship of cross-stitching.

"You guys move fast." Madara walked into Ling Ling's temporary foothold, and he glanced at his Obito vigilantly, noncommittal.

Obito is Madara's reserve for his own resurrection plan, and it is no longer needed.

"What are you going to do with this child?" Gojo Satoru pointed to Obito with his thumb.

"No need, whatever you want." Madara squatted down and smashed the ground with a punch.

He is digging.

Wujo Wuyifa [茈] destroyed the tunnel dug by Madara, and stored a lot of things he needed to use in it, and now he has to dig it out manually.

Susanohu brand soil planer, start!

"Uchiha Madara doesn't want you anymore." Gojo Satoru ruffled his hair in Obito's various rejections, "Do you want to go home?"

Just as Gojo Satoru extended a hand to Obito, who were sentenced to death, Yuta Otoko and Yuuhito Kojou.

"I want to." Obito said sullenly, "but I can't seem to go back."

Dazai's words echoed in his ears.

A ninja who was sentenced to death, what kind of identity will he return to the village?

Obito Uchiha looks a little stupid, but he was born and educated by Uchiha's family and he is by no means a fool.

Madara Uchiha, Eye of the Moon, Kurojue...every few words revealed in their conversations are big secrets that are enough to shock the ninja world.

If Obito changes careers to become the editor-in-chief of a gossip newspaper, he will become a legend in the industry as soon as he enters the industry, and the newspapers will be sold out in minutes.

"I can't go back, it will bring trouble to Minato-sensei." Obito shook his head.

Namikaze Minato is almost presumed to be the next Hokage. He is honest and kind, and cares about students. He will definitely do his best to keep Obito.

Hokage is not a single leaf in Konoha. Hokage's advisers and Danzo's [roots] hold back Hokage's power. Their lack of support is a big trouble for the newly appointed Hokage.

"I can't trouble the teacher." Obito encouraged himself, "I have something I can do! Do you want to end the war? I am willing to help."

What a good boy, Gojo Satoru patted Obito on the head.

Don't test humanity.A child of innocence and justice makes his life righteous, how easy it is sometimes to destroy a person, all it takes is one bad day.

Why do we have to tear people's souls apart and put them back together again?

"Then follow me and help me." Wujo Satoru squatted down, with the distress from the performance in his voice, "Oh, I can't finish the work alone."

"How could it be?" Obito was shocked, "You are so strong!"

"You don't understand." The adult male shook his head with an inscrutable expression on his face.

Gojo Satoru pointed to himself, and then to Uchiha Madara who dug himself into the pit: "I, worker number one, he, worker number two."

He pointed in the direction of the outside again: "Outside is the black-hearted capitalist and his number one accomplice."

"In this game of fighting landlords, we are civilians, and they are landlords." Gojo Satoru held Obito's shoulders and shook them vigorously twice. "The proletariat of the world must unite to defeat the evil housekeepers!"

"Hmmmm!" Obito was shaken dizzily by Gojo Gojo, "But, my family is a big ninja family?"

Gojo Satoru: Ah, I think so too.

The Gojo family and the Uchiha family, one counts as the other, are all feudal landlord classes.

"It's not important." Gojo Satoru changed the subject nonchalantly, "What I mean is—do you want to work with me?"

Uchiha Madara heard their conversation under the burrow, and out of the intuition of the newly recruited worker, he didn't make a sound to stop it.

Inexplicably, Madara thought of an idiom - to be a minion for a tiger.

People who are cheated by unscrupulous bosses into prostitution and beating workers try to deceive more people into working for unscrupulous bosses for free, so as to achieve the goal of working less.

Osamu Dazai may become the biggest winner.

Uchiha Obito was fooled and limped. He looked at Gojo Satoru's hairstyle similar to Hatake Kakashi's after wearing a blindfold, and unconsciously empathized part of his friend's recognition on Gojo Satoru.

Kakashi is a reliable person, Gojo Satoru should also be a reliable person... right?

The Obito boy holds a faint hope.

"When are you going to leave?" Osamu Dazai and Ling Ling walked in, Ling Ling was still holding a lunch box full of black beans, wondering where to bury him.

"Departure?" Obito asked blankly, who was the only one who was kept in the dark.

"Didn't I tell you?" Osamu Dazai said irresponsibly, "The five of us are divided into three groups. Zero-chan and I, you and Gojo-kun, Madara alone."

Act in groups, this Obito knows, he nodded.

"You go around the five major countries and do something for me." Osamu Dazai didn't specify what to do.

Obito guessed that Gojo Satoru knew it well, and he just had to follow him.

"You can go back to Konoha to have a look first." Osamu Dazai said, "Gojo-kun will take you there, so no one will find you."

Obito's eyes lit up, and he nodded expectantly.

He sneaked a look to see if Kakashi secretly shed tears for him in the dead of night.

He could brag about this for three years, and the title of crying kid is finally no longer on his head, long live!

Gojo Satoru is still good at raising children. When Xia Youjie raised Mimiko Nanako, he fully absorbed the teaching experience of his friend's male mother.

After simply assigning tasks, there is one important thing left undone.

"The soldiers are divided into three groups. In order to connect, we have to take a concealed and representative connection code as our code name." Otherwise, it would be too bad to get our own people when doing things.

More importantly, it is cool to have a resounding organization code name, which is in line with Osamu Dazai's spirit of the middle school.

Osamu Dazai enthusiastically proposed: "Team Rocket or Demon Slayer, which one do you choose?"

Gojo Satoru: "Edamame Whipped Cream Kikufu Saiko Team."

Uchiha Obito: "Obito the most handsome team in the universe."

Ling Ling: "Did Mrs. Tsushima catch up with the draft today?"

"STOP——" Osamu Dazai gestured vigorously to pause, and said without hesitation, "Shut up, stop talking. I don't want you to think, I just want me to think."

"Three sand sculptures and one troupe!" Osamu Dazai was categorical. He stared at Madara Uchiha who had returned from the digging. "You agree with me, right?"

For a movie of five people, it is enough for the three of you to have names!

Tsushima-sensei, today is also a day to try my best not to be assimilated by sand sculptures.

The author has something to say: Zai: I feel like my IQ is being swallowed