Long Live The Hokage

The sun is gradually setting, and the battle is drawing to a close.

The continuous ninjutsu on the battlefield has come to an end, and has gradually evolved into a physical confrontation.

Masahiko has no time to care about the situation of the three disciples. Facing Madara's attack, Masahiko's physical skills are far from enough.

Sigh... If I had practiced Taijutsu earlier... Masahiko sighed in his heart.

Being able to barely persevere in Madara's Taijutsu is thanks to the acceptance of Jing Hitomi as a disciple, and Madara is not in the best condition because of eye problems.

Although facing a crisis, Masahiko is not too anxious, because the surrounding environment gradually overlaps with the scene deep in his heart.

In the distance, Uchiha Quanna was forced into a disadvantage by Tomama, because Tomama was holding the Thunder God Sword made for him by Masahiko, and cut off Quanna's long knife.

In desperation, Quan Nai had no choice but to use the illusion with the Sharingan, which was almost loaded, and kicked the leaf open while it was in a daze.

Art fire escape ho fireball!

Facing the incoming fireball, Fei Jian formed a seal with both hands, Water Escape - The Art of Water Dragon Ball!

The collision of fire and water transformed into water vapor all over the sky, like the technique of fog concealment, completely obscuring the field of vision.

Tobima took the opportunity to throw out a few kunai, but it had already been clearly seen by the eyes of the writing wheel.

Uchiha Izuna snorted softly, Curse yourself for not having the fate of writing sharingan... Dodged to avoid Kunnai, but found that the last hand of Kunnai had some strange symbols.

Flying Thunder God! Feijian's shout spread throughout the battlefield.

Sure enough, it is indeed this battle... Masahiko murmured, This is the end...

Opposite Masahiko, Madara didn't care about attacking again, and instantly supported Quanna who was about to fall.

Seeing that the plot had finally returned to the right track, Masahiko sat down on the ground regardless of his image. As for what Madara and Quanna said, he had no mind at all.

Even if I was not a Jonin, I have never encountered such a dangerous situation. If it is 10 minutes later, it may be heroic...

Masahiko shook his head and smiled wryly, In the past, when facing people who were stronger than me, I used my perception to dodge them first. This time...

Thinking of this, Masahiko was surprised to find that Yuanyuan Madara actually launched an attack on Tomona.

By the way, Hashirama isn't here, Madara won't stop... Masahiko got anxious and was about to get up to help Tomona.

At this time, a familiar voice came from the battlefield, Wood Dun-Mu Dingbi!

Huh... it's really over this time. Masahiko raised half of his buttocks and lowered them again, and Hashirama's stupid and cute voice sounded like heaven to him.

Masahiko was sitting on the battlefield watching the Uchiha people give up their resistance, watching the quarrel between Hashirama and Tomona, watching Uchiha Madara help Quanna to evacuate from the battlefield with the remnants...

Sure enough, even with such a big advantage, Hashirama let Madara go, now the plot is finally back on track...

Masahiko thought about it carefully, where did this change in the plot come from, which brought him into such a big crisis.

Is it just because of the fairy art that I learned earlier? Masahiko murmured, I hope he can give me an explanation... Masahiko looked at Qianshou Tianyu, who was bound by Mu Dun and fell into a coma behind Zhujian.

Hashirama and Tomagama ended their quarrel, and they came to Masahiko's side in an instant.

Second Grandpa, thanks to you this time, Feijian said... are you okay!

Masahiko shook his head and teased, I'm fine, I won't die for a while... Without explaining his appearance, he asked, What happened to Qianshou Tianyu?

When this question was mentioned, Hashirama also looked confused, Tianyu... went crazy, and suddenly attacked me on the road, and kept saying that he was from the Uchiha family.

But it's impossible. His parents are both from the Thousand Hands tribe, and he hasn't changed much these years. But I checked,

It was not discovered that he had been hit by an illusion.

Masahiko was shocked, and the technique of changing people's will said, Don't be a god?!

Zhu Jian hurriedly asked, What is another god?

No, it's okay, it can't be another god. Masahiko replied, showing a thoughtful look. If someone in the Uchiha clan in this era can use other gods, using Sengoku once on Hashirama will be over, and it is impossible to use it on Senju Tianyu.

In a daze, Masahiko thought about five years ago, in the daimyo mansion, he saw something that made him very concerned. One of the small clans participating in the banquet was very similar to the Kurama clan, and the Kurama was an original animation plot, and Masahiko always thought that he had read it wrong.

Hashirama, have you heard of the Kurama clan?

Hashirama looked thoughtful, The Kurama clan, I seem to have heard that there is such a small clan in the west of the Land of Fire. They live in seclusion, and their strength is generally not strong.

Sure enough, Masahiko sighed secretly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

I always thought that I changed the plot, but now I realize that this hard fight was really wronged. Original animation team! Even you guys are cheating on me...

Masahiko looked at Hashirama and explained: This family is not strong, and they specialize in illusion. But every few years, there will be a clansman who has awakened a unique blood successor, who can manipulate other people's five senses.

Zhujian suddenly realized, Is Tianyu suffering from this kind of magic? Second Grandpa, do you have a way to crack it?

Masahiko shook his head, This kind of blood-succession illusion can only be deciphered by the caster. I'm afraid you have to go there yourself. I'm afraid it will be difficult for other people not to be affected by their illusion.

Hashirama nodded to show understanding. At this moment, Tobima came over and glared at his elder brother.

Brother, we lost more than 500 clansmen this time. About 1,000 clansmen were slightly injured, and dozens of people were seriously injured. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on to the Hui people...

As he said that, he glanced at Masahiko, Second Grandpa, your three disciples are all fine and suffered minor injuries, please rest assured...

Masahiko heaved a sigh of relief, and was suddenly taken aback. The meaning of Feijian seems to let him go with peace of mind...

Masahiko stood up, bit his finger, Spirituality! and summoned a huge slug.

My chakra has recovered a bit. Let the seriously injured Thousand Hands come to me, and I should be able to rescue them.

Fumama showed emotion, and glared at Zhumama again, Brother, Second Grandpa looks more like a thousand-handed patriarch than you!

Hashirama smiled mischievously, this time he was really wronged, so he could only smile and face Tobuma's accusation.

The two went to arrange for the tribe to carry the seriously injured to Masahiko. Masahiko glanced at it and nodded to the slug. The huge slug decomposed into small slugs and treated all the wounded at the same time.

Five minutes later, Masahiko lifted the psychic technique with a tired face. This time his chakra was really exhausted.

Looking up, Hashirama Toikama and three disciples surrounded him, with tears in his eyes, Masahiko's mouth twitched, and he thought, Why is it like saying goodbye to a dead body? Should I lie down?

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he really fell down. The last few voices were heard before passing out.

Second Grandpa!*2

Teacher!*3