[Hokage] Long Night Shimmer

After breaking up with Brother Senshou, Madara kept walking forward without looking sideways, his brows slightly frowned with a preoccupied look, Mao couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, so he had to follow behind silently.

She stared at the tail of hair dangling in front of her eyes, and suddenly raised a hand to reach the half-long hair on the back of Zebra's head, but half of her hand didn't go in.

The hair volume is unexpectedly thick, Mao couldn't help but think.

"what are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, the person in front stopped suddenly, she was so engrossed in thinking about things that she didn't pay attention and bumped into the back of this person.

spot:"........."

Mao: "..."

Mao touched his nose and quickly moved away, casually bringing up a topic to cover up his guilty conscience: "I thought that the hair called Hashirama just now was quite long... I touched it involuntarily, cough, I didn't mean it"

Ban Xin felt helpless: "Be careful next time, this is not in the clan land, so don't be distracted."

"Got it, Madara, why are you acting like an old woman, obviously I'm the older one."

"You still know this, every day you are heartless, and Quanna is more worry-free than you." Madara said angrily, and rumpled her hair in retaliation, watching the other party's originally soft hair become rough , His mood suddenly improved.

Hmph, I told you to touch my head often.

Mao patted his hand away in dissatisfaction, and smoothed his hair with his hands. Seeing that Madara seemed to be in a good mood, she finally asked her thoughts cautiously.

"Madara, when did you meet that Senshou?"

"...What do you ask this for?"

"I'm just curious, and the dream that Senshou talked about... looks very interesting." At the end Mao made a silent gesture and winked at him playfully, "I won't tell the patriarch."

Hearing this, Uchiha Madara took a deep look at her, then raised his head to look at the vast blue sky, muttering to himself.

"Do you think... this era will really usher in a day of peace?"

His voice was very soft, so soft that if Mao hadn't listened carefully, he would almost think it was his own illusion.

Mao followed his gaze and saw that there was no cloud in the sky, and a few birds and beasts flapped their wings across the sky, leaving behind a few beautiful flight paths.Such a scene is peaceful and peaceful, and the restless heart can't help but calm down.

Even though wars are raging on the earth, the blue sky above people's heads remains unchanged. It silently watches the people on the ground, witnessing the rise and fall of generations.

Thinking of her own village, thinking of her elder brother, the corners of Mao's lips rose: "Yes, there will be that day, after all, after fighting for so long, no one is not tired of war." She turned to look at the mature young man in front of her, He smiled, "I believe that one day in the future, someone will stand up to break the current situation and bring peace to everyone."

The girl's eyes were full of expectation and determination, and she looked straight at him with an inexplicable trust, as if she wanted to look into his heart.

"Madara, don't you want to be such a person?"

——Don't I want to be such a person?

—Of course I do.

Madara asked himself, but soon shook his head in his heart.

"Hashirama and I met in that river basin..." He didn't answer Mao's question, but talked about the past by himself, telling how he met and became acquainted with Senjujuma in the end The story of being discovered by their respective fathers and having to keep dating.

"We're all fed up with a world where we lose our family and friends anytime, anywhere, and want to end this endless war...too bad—"

It's a pity that it's never possible for people to be honest with each other. It's nice to say it, but it's not so simple to do it. Both Hashirama and he are too naive.

"Then you want to give up?"

"what?"

Madara's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he looked at her in disbelief.

Mao tried his best to put together the image of a great man whose heart was shattered into scum, and took a deep breath: "I said, because the path you have chosen is extremely difficult, so are you going to give up?"

Receiving such a torture that seemed to come from the abyss of his soul, he opened his mouth and was speechless. After a long time, he smiled bitterly: "I don't want to give up, but we are too weak now, so why talk about dreams?"

"Then it's better to become stronger."

Mao spoke slowly, took two steps forward and walked in front of him, then turned around suddenly and opened his arms.

"Yi Madara's talent will definitely stand at the top of the ninja world in the future. If your thoughts are still the same by then, I will help you."

She spoke with certainty, even blindly confident, but no one doubted the authenticity of the other party's words. Ban believed that she could really be as powerful as she said.

He raised his eyebrows, a little funny and a little touched: "It seems that you have great confidence in me, who swung me to the ground last time and taunted me?"

"Oh, that...that, the present doesn't represent the future! Well, that's it."

Mao nodded heavily, emphasizing his words pretending to be serious.

Who made Uchiha Madara a little weak at this time, but his progress was also rapid. The last battle between himself and him could be considered strenuous. If we really want to say the result, she actually won by a narrow margin.

Facing Shang Madara's obviously teasing gaze, Maou said angrily, "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's go back quickly."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and didn't talk to Ri Madara anymore, and simply used her forbearance to rush to leave him.

Seeing her receding back, Madara sighed softly, and followed quickly.

The two rushed to the clan site one after the other, and when they saw the shining group fan clan emblem, Mao suddenly said.

"Speaking of which, it's also long hair, and the mushroom hair style in Senjujuma is too ugly. Next time you meet Madara, give him a shave with a knife."

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A little bit of sympathy for Hashirama.

"Mayo-san! You're back!"

Uchiha Quanna heard footsteps and dropped the knife and ran out, crashing into Mao's arms like a small firecracker, he raised his face and said excitedly: "Next time you go out and take me with you?"

Mao stroked the braids on the back of his head, and said with a smile, "I'm just going out to relax, I don't have anything to take you there."

Seeing his younger brother ignoring him, Madara coughed to show his presence.

Quan Na's body froze for a moment, then she let go of the hand holding Mao's waist embarrassingly, "Brother..."

Mao was almost amused by his aggrieved expression, she turned her head and noticed the long knife thrown there by Quanna, and changed the subject: "Is Koizumi practicing swords, can I teach you a few tricks? "

"Okay!" After hearing this, Quan Nai swept away the previous unhappiness, and her expression brightened instantly.

Seeing that Madara's expression is very exciting, his lips fluttered, but he didn't reveal it. His brother is a double-faced player, if he didn't see how crazy he was fighting with Qianshoubei on the battlefield, maybe he really Just believe it.

Mao... It's really unexpected that children like it.

Mao, who didn't even know how indescribable the expression of someone behind her, followed Quanna into the practice field. She took out the knife at her waist, weighed it in her hand, and danced a fancy way, which made people dazzled.

The people around gathered together, as if the beauty dancing with the knife was just a fancy way of looking, not to mention they all knew that this person was not a so-called vase.

If you underestimate the other person because of her face, then the end waiting for you is a week of intimate contact with the bed.

Mao casually ordered one of the onlookers to let him compete with him with a knife. The face of the person who was pointed was flushed with excitement, but he quickly calmed down and drew out his own knife to pinch a mark of confrontation.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out, started suddenly, and ended quickly.

The Uchihas changed from doubts at the beginning to surprise and then to seriousness later, and the whole process took only a few minutes. They only knew that Maou Taijutsu was very good, but they didn't expect that his sword skills would not hold back.Just when they watched with gusto, the winner was already decided there.

Uchiha Mao won the final victory without any suspense.

She took back the knife that was attached to the man's neck, and smiled politely: "Thank you for your help."

"No, you're welcome." The man's pale face turned red again, he said in a low voice, and got into the crowd without even sealing the seal of reconciliation.The people around sighed for a while, and when they thought about coaxing, they fell silent for a moment, and then they scattered like birds and beasts to do their own things.

Mao tilted her head and didn't know why, but when she turned her head and saw Uchiha Madara with a dark face, she suddenly realized.

"Blade, what's wrong?"

Madara's expression softened slightly: "Father called you to meet him in the reception room."

"Yeah, I see, here we come." She sheathed her knife and asked Quan Nai beside her, "Did you see clearly?"

"See it clearly!" Quan Nai closed her Sharingan, revealing her black pupils.

Mao smiled and waved his hand.

"Okay then, I'll go first, see you later."