Hokage women's clothing fools Madara, Hashirama won't let me go

Thousand-hand Buddha looked at Yan Bai solemnly, and said sternly with anger in his voice: "You are too willful, Yan Bai! Why do you always follow your elder brother? Is it possible that apart from him, there is no one in the Thousand-hand clan? A clan member you value?"

If Yan Bai had stayed in the clan's land obediently today, then some of the clan members who were near death and died just now might not have to die.

But Yan Bai was not there, so he ran to find Zhu Jian.

But now, Thousand-Armed Buddha is not only angry.

The originally well-behaved and cute child suddenly rebelled against his father and even easily avoided the slap.

This made Thousand-Armed Buddhajian furious.

Yan Bai looked at the Thousand-Handed Buddha with dull eyes, and said word by word: "Father, why should I pay attention to the clan members except my brother and you?"

This rhetorical question broke Thousand-Armed Buddha's guard, and he exclaimed angrily: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Did I say something wrong?" Yan Bai looked directly at the Thousand-Armed Buddha, "I'm only six years old."

Senju Buddhajian roared: "No matter how old you are, you are a ninja of the Senju clan. Even if you are a baby, you must take up arms to fight against the enemy and strive to become a unique ninja."

"Father is blaming me for not coming back to treat them, right?" Yan Bai looked at the Thousand-Handed Buddha. "You only know that I can treat them. Do you know what side effects this technique will bring to me?"

"Side effects?" Qian Shu Buddha suddenly calmed down and looked at Yan Bai gloomily.

At this moment, Thousand-Hand Buddha Jian really felt the difference in Yan Bai.

In just a moment of fighting, Thousand-Hand Buddha Jian could already feel something different about Yan Bai.

"During the treatment process, I will personally experience the pain experienced by countless injured people. They are injured and dying. The unimaginable pain and fear instantly invade my consciousness. Why should I endure these pains that normal people cannot bear?"

Yan Bai's words are not nonsense. In the process of copying other people's physiques and skills, in order to better imitate others, this is the only way.

However, as a GM, Yan Bai's pain threshold has exceeded normal people's imagination, and everything is trivial.

However, only this reason can better explain why Yan Bai is only willing to follow Senju Hashirama and treat Senju Hashirama, but is unwilling to take the initiative to treat others.

"Do you know how harmful it is to me to treat countless dying tribesmen in just one day? Countless different near-death experiences will be transmitted to my consciousness at the same time, which is equivalent to me dying in the spiritual world. Over and over again." Yan Bai stated expressionlessly.

Not only Thousand-Armed Buddha's eyes widened.

All the brothers were stunned after hearing Yan Bai's words.

"So... you..." Thousand-Armed Buddha Jian looked shocked, unable to speak complete words.

Yan Bai's childish little face was full of indifference, "Ah~ yes, this kind of side effect, in addition to causing me pain, naturally also brings benefits. Now, the people I care about are my brothers. If I continue to They don’t care anymore, Father, what do you think I will do?”

Thousand-Armed Buddha's face was cold and hard, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

In the distance on the side, there is a group of Thousand Hands clan who are burying their clansmen sadly.

In front of him was his daughter who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

In the eyes of Senju Buddha, as a ninja, you must be able to endure pain that ordinary people cannot endure;

But just as Yan Bai said, he was only six years old.

We experience countless near-death situations every day. Even adults may not be able to bear it, right?

But so what?

Who made Yan Bai the child of Thousand-Armed Buddha?

As the clan leader, Thousand-Armed Buddha must be responsible for the entire clan.

"This is your duty as a member of the Thousand Hands clan." Thousand Hands Buddha said quietly: "Don't run away, but face it bravely."

Yan Bai had no intention of giving in, "Father, since I was a child, my mother has taught me how to love, love myself, love others, and love everything in the world..."

"Indeed, we are social animals. Only when a person knows how to love himself can he have self-confidence; only when he knows how to love others, can he have relationships; only when he knows how to love everything in the world, can he experience the beauty of life."

"I'm tired, father. If I can't even love myself, how can I love others? Don't mention the Thousand Hands to me."

"Don't mention the dead tribesmen to me. Their deaths were not caused by me. Their deaths were caused by themselves and you adults who started the war! You are the source of the tragedy——"

The last sentence offended Thousand-Armed Buddha. He was so angry that he roared angrily: "Shut up——"

Thousand-Armed Buddha wanted to rush up and beat Yan Bai up.

However, the four sons consciously stood in front of Yan Bai.

Thousand-Armed Buddha stared at Yan Bai, his eyes full of resentment.

It is a kind of resentment that "cannot fight with anger, hate that iron cannot become steel".

All the children felt the unyielding power behind their father's resentment.

Qian Shu Feijian opened his hands and looked up at Qian Shu Feijian expressionlessly, "Father, Yan Bai has endured countless near-death experiences. It must be very painful. Please forgive her."

Thousand-Armed Buddha lowered his eyes and was silent for a while before saying, "Take your sister to calm down."

Yan Bai looked at the Thousand-Armed Buddha in silence and did not talk back.

The five brothers sat around a tree stump not far from the cemetery.

"My heart is full of grievances and resentment, and I have been holding it in for a long time."

Yan Bai's voice echoed with the mountain wind, "Instead of forcing yourself to work hard to love, it is better to allow yourself to express hate, release and dissolve hate, then love can appear and connection can be created."

As soon as these words came out, Senju Hashirama seemed to be greatly touched.

"So, this ninja world is wrong." Senju Tobirama said with a serious face: "Adults are all fools. If you want to end the war and conclude a peace agreement with the enemy, wouldn't the fighting stop?"

Senju Itama looked at his brother, "But, those tribesmen who were killed...didn't they die in vain?"

As soon as he said this, Yan Bai seemed to have heard some big joke and whispered: "So, Brother Itama, after the enemy destroys the clan, the dead clan members will be resurrected, right?"

Senju Itama: "..."

Yan Bai did not stop and continued: "If the enemy's genocide cannot resurrect the dead, then continuing to fight will just add more dead people. In addition, revenge? Doesn't exist, it just doesn't exist. Keep making new grudges, and then pass them on to future generations along with the old grudges, endlessly, until you exterminate your own clan..."

Qianju Feijian agreed with Yan Bai's words. He looked at Qianju Banjian and said: "Itajian, Yan Bai is right. If you think about the problem like before, you will die. You are too impulsive."

Senju Hashirama also agreed with Yan Bai.

Revenge, fighting to the death, is just endless new grudges, and passing on the new grudges together with the old grudges forever.

"By signing a peace agreement, ninjas can avoid unnecessary fights as long as they suppress their emotions and formulate strict rules to abide by it." Senju Tobirama continued.

Seeing Senju Itama say something else.

But I heard Yan Bai say quietly again: "Itama, do you still remember how grandpa's grandpa died?"

Senju Itama: "..."

Yan Bai continued to ask: "Do you still remember how grandpa's father died? Do you still remember how grandpa's brothers and sisters died? Which of you still remember? If there had been a truce from grandpa's generation, now New Zealand The clan members who died will definitely not have to die, who still remembers how the older generation died?"

This statement seems to be unfriendly to the older generation of ninjas.

But isn’t that what happened?

There has to be a generation that bears the pain.

How can the world change if they all act recklessly?

"Can a true alliance... be realized?" Senju Hashirama said to himself hesitantly.

During the Warring States Period, the average life expectancy of ninjas and civilians was around 30 years old.

What makes this lifespan drop significantly is that too many young children are dying.

Until their death, they did not know why they were born or why they fought.

"Of course..." Yan Bai looked at Qianjuzhujian with certainty, "So, brother, practice hard. When you are strong enough, just reach a consensus with the other party. Surrender first. If they don't accept our clan, If they surrender, we will fight until they accept our surrender."

Thousands of Hands: "..."

The rest of the brothers: "..."