The villain's love literacy

When Senjujuma came alone once, the man talked about the village he imagined.

Ninjas of different ninja clans let go of their prejudices and live in the same village, which belongs to the ninjas—of course, ordinary people can also choose to live in it.

They will no longer be restrained by nobles, nor will they kill each other again.

Hashirama also said that Madara also knew about this, but his attitude has always been vague. As for the second in command of the two families, he firmly opposed it.

"It's just that there is still such an opportunity."

Every time he talked about this matter, Hashirama's eyes that were always full of confidence dimmed, and he rarely lowered his head and sighed.

"Why do you think that it will not succeed even though it hasn't started yet?"

These few people all know Hashirama's ideal, but they have never really sat down to talk about it—if Yayoi Asagiri hadn't been there, they wouldn't even be able to "sit together".

Sylvia chose to speak out.

It's not that I can't understand the hatred between these ninjas, it's just that there is no end to it if it goes on like this.

The originally harmonious atmosphere froze after she uttered these words, and even Hashirama himself fell silent.

"Tell me what you imagine the village looks like."

She said softly, ignoring the complicated gazes of others.

"You must have had a lot of ideas, right?"

"Of course, the location is between me and..."

He blurted it too fast, and glanced at the direction where Uchiha Madara was. As soon as this village was mentioned, Senjujuma's enthusiasm would never fade away.

"In short, it is under a cliff. I have already seen it. It is very suitable. It is in the center of the country of fire. After the village is really built, the traffic will be very convenient. The most central place is under the cliff, and then different areas slow down. Slowly spread around..."

That sounds really good, and there are commercial streets, places like the government, police stations, and elementary schools. All children are no longer distinguished by surnames, and everyone can grow up carefree. Trained hard to survive the war.

Even Sylvia was moved by it, it was already a very mature idea, it seems that Hashirama must have thought a lot about it.

She has never seen the towns where nobles live in this world, and her current identity is Taifu Kasuga, so she should not appear in anyone's fief no matter what.

How can a fish swim into the net by itself?

In the end, everyone disbanded in silence.

Spot stayed.

When two people get along, they will not get too tired of being together, even if they share a bed, they will maintain a proper and comfortable distance.

She could clearly feel that Madara had been thinking about it, maybe there was a story about the meeting of two teenagers by the river one summer.

"Yayoi."

After a while, Madara suddenly called her name, he rarely called her so formally, and Sylvia knew that he should have something very serious to ask her, so she turned sideways and looked up slightly. The man next to her was taller than her, and he naturally had an extra piece when he lay down.

"I'm here."

Sylvia replied gently.

It's already completely night, no matter how many singing, dancing and drinking parties have dispersed at this time, there is silence outside the window, only the bustling shadows scattered all over the place.

Under the dim moonlight, complex emotions flashed in those eyes of the same color as hers.

He also turned half sideways and looked at her in the dark. Sylvia knew that Madara might be able to see clearly in this kind of brightness. The man was silent for a few seconds, and he spoke more hesitantly than usual.

"Do you also want to live in... the village that Hashirama mentioned?"

"I think it sounds good there."

She blinked, her tone was the same as usual.

"But it's okay, Madara. You don't have to be too burdened. I'm just curious about it. After all, I haven't been anywhere but here."

But after hearing this, Madara became even more silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Uchiha Madara wordlessly stretched out his arms to wrap around the woman's thin shoulders, and gently pulled her into his arms.

"……I see."

The man patted her on the back and shoulders, and when Sylvia was about to fall asleep in a daze, she heard another sentence.

"I'll take you later..."

However, Uchiha Madara did not wait until later.

Everyone dispersed silently that day, and Sylvia didn't see anyone in the next few days.

I'm afraid they all went home to consume the information. For them, this must be a difficult step.

Sylvia felt that it would be successful, that Hashirama would fulfill his ideal—he was such a man.

"Sissy, maybe you can really do it."

Fusheng said to her in an ethereal and mysterious tone.

"At least something will change."

But when she asked what was going on, the white substitute refused to say anything.

Sometimes she would also be curious about where she learned about these things. Could there be a more special way for the double to obtain information?

The absence of a few of them doesn't mean she can idle around with nothing to do. The absence of Madara's Sharingan and Hashirama's hand knife means that she is going to really accompany the guests again.

The one who came today was a well-known nobleman from the Land of Fire. He had never appeared in the veranda, and whenever he appeared, he called her by name.

Under the guidance of Hashirama—and occasionally Madara, now Sylvia has learned how to distinguish between ordinary servants and ninjas.

For an aristocrat who came to play in the veranda, he probably brought too many ninjas, and he himself did not have the status of a daimyo, so what was he protecting?Could it be the grievances between nobles?

But Kinuchio, whom I saw last time, also brought a ninja, and even escorted by a man known as the "God of the Ninja World"-although a big joke happened in the end.

Although Sylvia found it a little strange, she didn't pay special attention to it. Maybe some people just have too much money and no place to spend it. Hiring high-level ninjas is safe and dignified. Even the simplest escort tasks for those nobles must Only the ninjas of the Great Ninja Clan can rest assured.

After she actually sat down, she felt that the resurrection spirit was full.

The atmosphere gradually became colder, Sylvia instinctively felt that something was wrong, and her intuition told her to leave here quickly, but she was sitting in the innermost position against the wall, and if she wanted to go out, she turned her head and opened the door behind her, or Look for opportunities to slip under the noses of a group of people.

It's a pity that she knew in the next second that she was no longer safe behind her.

The Japanese-style wall with flowers and birds painted on all sides was broken, and groups of ninjas with knives rushed in, attacking everyone indiscriminately.

Before Sylvia could react to what happened, her breath stagnated.

A familiar dull pain came from her abdomen. A few days ago, she just recognized the name of this cold weapon - a handful of "Kunai".