[Naruto] The political value of the founding group is full!

Travelers have a big problem: how to calculate age.

Physical age, appearance looks like sixteen or seventeen years old.What is the mental age?It is inappropriate to say that you are about to be forty, and it is not appropriate to say that you have just reached adulthood.

At this moment, Polit-Sheer has encountered a related and more general problem.

"Sister... Uh, what should I call you?" Tatsuya Sarutobi was a middle-aged man who was the same on the outside and inside. He gently pushed his daughter with one hand, and held his chin with the other hand to think.

"I'm ten years older than Mei, so you can call me Auntie." Although she doesn't worry about her appearance, Zheng Chun has no habit of pretending to be tender.

"Isn't that the next generation?" Sarutobi Miyo held the fruit plate, avoiding Zhengchun's hand to take it, "Mei, call me sister."

"Hello, sister Zhengchun!" The little girl smiled sweetly, with a pair of dimples on her soft cheeks.

Zhengchun's heart was almost melted by laughter: "You're welcome. I heard that Mei got No.1 in the exam. My sister bought you a doll and a cake. Let's celebrate together, shall we?"

"Okay! Thank you sister! This doll looks so good!" Mei hugged the doll in her arms, her face flushed.

Mei is so cute, and Miyo is also a beauty... It's not in vain to have Yadan for so many years.

Zhengchun and the family of three had a meal happily.

After the meal, she was kicked out of the kitchen by Miyo, and she stood there for a while, looked at Mei who went back to the room to do her homework, and then said to Tatsuya who was sitting by the window in a daze: "Uncle, I'm getting old. After walking around, live to 99."

Da Ya picked up Zhengchun's collar and jumped out of the window: "Your uncle is still your uncle."

"...I had a premonition at the time, followed this clue and continued to investigate, and it turned out that they were closely related to foreign forces." Da Ya was talking about the things involved in the arrest of Uchiha fugitives.

"Madara, Fire Core, and Takuya went for reinforcements before, and they are on their way back now. Letting their Uchiha insiders deal with it may reduce conflicts." Just after leaving the battlefield, he ran over again, really wanting to put a pedometer on him, I will write a report in the future, "A certain army commander's itinerary can be connected around the country of fire" or something.

Da Ya lit the cigarette with his finger on fire, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "I don't think so, isn't the general direction now is to get rid of bloodlines? We can't leave this kind of work habit of the same clan in charge of the same clan, this is Contrary to each other."

"You are right, there is something wrong with my thinking."

"Fortunately, you still used an official accent when you issued the document. When I usually read the snarky text, I didn't realize that you were actually a conservative who supported the theory of blood."

"Hey, hey," Zheng Chun rolled his eyes at him, "don't label me indiscriminately."

"Okay, let's change the subject. I heard that not only the Kingdom of Wind sent envoys, but also the Kingdom of Sichuan?"

"Speaking of the country of Sichuan, their envoys left several days earlier than those from the country of wind, but they dared not continue to come here until the people from the country of wind entered our territory." diplomacy...

"It seems that as long as the big brother is dealt with, the little brother is nothing to worry about."

Zhengchun looked up at the sky, recognized Orion and Sirius, and was a little dazed: "It's winter, and the Kingdom of the Wind probably wants food. The country of Sichuan has a small population and rich natural resources. Most of them are afraid of being robbed by others. They want us to Hurry up and take down the Cypress City on the border."

"We are about to capture Xiawuyuan, and then we will be bordering Kashiwagi."

"The battle damage in Xiawuyuan this time is more than before... There should be no more troops to be dispatched within this year."

The two ninjas fell silent, and the cold wind of early winter blew into the heart that had been torn apart by Shibie, causing a deep and dull pain.

"The public sacrifice is tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Dad! I don't know how to do a math problem!" Mei rushed over with the exercise book.

"Let your sister Zhengchun tell you about it. She took the lead in compiling your syllabus." Datsuya regained his pleasant smile and hugged his daughter with both arms.

Zhengchun also put the sadness behind her just now: "Mei look at the questions carefully again? Or look through the textbooks to find ideas?" At present, the courses in the school are as difficult as the high school entrance examination. There are no maths and competitions. It's easy to catch.

Just to think about it, if Feijian was asked to teach advanced mathematics, it is estimated that the trees planted in Zhujian would not be enough for people to hang.

Mei ran away with a "boom, dong, dong", and Miyo watched her daughter sit down and wiped her hands with her apron: "Tomorrow Mei and her school will participate in a public festival."

"We need to wear school uniforms and Konoha badges. The teacher said that they will give us small white flowers." The girl frowned, stood up again, and stood with her hands on her trousers.

"What's wrong, Mei?"

"Someone died for us, I'm sad."

"...Over the past few hundred years, our ancestors have been constantly striving to create better conditions. We dare not forget their contributions in resisting oppression, let alone their tenacious will to fight."

The huge obelisk made of cement stands silently at the highest point of the cemetery, and the inscribed characters are inlaid with obsidian, which is dim in this overcast sky with clouds piled up like mountains.In front of the memorial monument, Hashirama spoke in a mournful and powerful voice.

Black figures stood in a forest, and the fluttering little flowers were protected by pairs of rough or delicate hands.An old man was gasping for breath, trying to control himself not to make noise; a woman was sobbing, and people around her silently handed her a clean handkerchief; young children stood in the front row, with immature faces showing With a determined look that doesn't match their age - they were born in the era of war and matured earlier than their peers in the present world.

"...We have come to this day for the well-being of our wives and children, for the safety of our parents and relatives, for the safety of our close friends and colleagues, and even more for the ideal of pursuing a peaceful and happy life in our hearts! This ideal is shared by the whole world! "

The simple and straightforward words lit up people's eyes, and flames burned in the pupils of various colors.

"... 140 three soldiers died in the battle. Some of them came from a peasant family in Lushang, some came from a wealthy family in Wuyu, and some came from a ninja family who migrated here..."

"Some are the liaison officer in charge of communication, some are the main force in the battle, and some are the porters who transport supplies..."

"Some are green young men, some are unyielding women, and some are strong men..."

"No matter they were born in haystacks or brocade beds, no matter what position they hold, no matter their age, appearance, gender... they are all sticking to this ideal! Even if they have to dedicate their lives to it, they will do so at all costs!"

"...their bones are buried here today, but their will to sacrifice themselves for a common ideal still remains in our hearts! Because of this ideal, we don't need to fear death! When one person falls, thousands of people will still stand Rise up and go on with our business!"

Tears welled up in Zhengchun's eyes, and Madara beside her clasped her fingers tightly.

"Let the will of fire burn forever!"