Long Live The Hokage

in the spiritual space.

The ground shook violently, and the thick white wall surrounding the villa where Madara lived disintegrated instantly, shattered into white smoke and then slowly dissipated. The line of 'untamed beast' in black on the white fence naturally drifted away with the smoke.

Madara walked out of the villa upon hearing the sound, and found that the force that had restricted his range of action was no longer there. Hmph, are they all resurrected?

Madara snorted coldly and walked out of the three-acre land. The other buildings were dismantled by Masahiko as Hashirama and the others were resurrected one by one, so there was only an empty ground in front of Madara.

And there is a wooden sign in the center of the ground!

Madara frowned slightly, and his face flushed immediately after walking quickly.

‘Task 1: recognize Uchiha Jiri as his second wife and enjoy the minimum resurrection treatment.

Task 2: Admit that it is my fault to repeatedly confront Senior Masahiko Uzumaki, and enjoy the medium resurrection treatment.

Task 3: Complete tasks 1 and 2 at the same time, and expect Uzumaki Masahiko to become his second grandfather and enjoy high-level resurrection treatment.

Easter egg task: Shout out Hashirama I love you three times, Quannai's soul will return to the spiritual space, and have the opportunity to enjoy the same resurrection treatment...'

Old guy! You're too much of a bully!!!

...

empty island.

Eight.

Eat, six cakes.

bump……

Wait, what a fool!

Masahiko pushed down the mahjong in front of him, smiling all over his face: Hashirama, it's you lighting the cannon again.

Zhu Jian looked distressed: Second Grandpa, this game is much more difficult than dice, but... it seems quite interesting.

Brother, you should try your best to practice mahjong. Although skill is important in this game, luck is also important. Tomona stood behind Hashirama, Playing dice, you will never beat Second Grandpa in your life.

Hashirama nodded thoughtfully, making Masahiko burst into laughter: Hashirama? luck? tease me?

The other two gamblers, the eldest nephew of the whirlpool and Jing Xin, also disagree...

Between the door,

You also have to learn mahjong. Second Grandpa will not stay on Sky Island forever.

Tobima shook his head: I'll forget it, I'll go and call Kenji and Hizhan over.

Boring. Seeing Toikama walking away, Hashirama muttered dissatisfiedly, and turned to Masahiko again: Second Grandpa, Madara now...?

Masahiko smiled: He scolded me in the space, but I feel that he seems to be a little tempted by that easter egg mission.

Easter egg mission?

Cough. Masahiko didn't answer, and turned to Uchiha mirror: Jiri has been resurrected, and I plan to take her to the Uchiha clan to see the younger generation in a few days.

Jing was stunned: Oh, you can do whatever you want.

Hashirama chuckled: Second Grandpa, are you pursuing Senior Zhili now?

Pursuit, tsk, that's right. Masahiko pondered for two seconds: Pursuit.

After so many years, you still like her so much, you are really dedicated. The eldest nephew laughed.

Throwing the dice and drawing cards from Hashirama. Masahiko pursed his lips: If you say you like it... Sigh! Second uncle's mood is more complicated now. When he was young, he really liked Zhili very much, but now how much of this love is left? I don't know.

It's just that she is the only one who is of the same generation as me, and she is very beautiful. If I miss it, wouldn't it be sad to die alone? The second uncle is so old, maybe he is not looking for a lover, but a wife... Of course, I really like her in my heart, probably because she is very gentle?

My wife? Second uncle... The eldest nephew said softly, Don't forget, Senior Zhili was only 20 years old when she died, so it's okay to say she's just a girl now.

Masahiko paused when he touched the cards.

Second uncle?

Oh, it's okay, Qi Xiao is right, it's stupid.

Between the columns:? ? ?

In the middle of the day, can you win playing mahjong? I just lost a card... I believe your evil!

...

Life on the empty island is very leisurely.

A group of elderly people who are young in body but not young in mind have nothing to do in their spare time, planting flowers, planting grass, weaving cloth, and playing mahjong... day after day.

A week later, Masahiko found that the two people were incompatible with this environment.

Jing Tong is an old man.

Zhili is neither old nor old.

Sure enough, the eldest nephew was right. Zhili's mental age is far lower than her soul age, even though she tried her best to pretend to be mature and stable. Masahiko rubbed the dark seeds, Perhaps the way she laughed and teased me before is her character The real embodiment of it? Tsk! It would be nice to be more lively...

In addition to discovering this, Masahiko has also made great progress in the research of jet-black seeds!

The sword skills will also disappear with the dismantling of the seeds, but because Masahiko's sword skills have only been practiced to level six before, and he is now strong and knowledgeable, he only lets the sword skills out for the few simple swings of the experiment. Promoted to level seven, and then... the pattern on the seeds changed!

Because of rubbing it every day, Masahiko is very familiar with the lines on the seeds. After his sword skill reached the seventh level, one of the lines became shallower!

Does this stripe represent the sword technique? When the sword skill is at the full level, the streak line will disappear. When all the skills are at the full level, will the surface of the seed become smooth? Masahiko thought thoughtfully, So this seed The seed is still a growth equipment, while it helps the ancestors grow, the ancestors also help it grow?

Then the question is, should I help it grow to a perfect state before planting it, or just plant it like this? Masahiko fumbled for the pitch-black seeds, and gradually gritted his teeth: I'm afraid this is not embarrassing me with whirlpool obsessive-compulsive disorder! So many lines, the old man How long will the ancestors be trained for!

The palm of his hand was strengthened violently, and the fingernails scratched the pitch-black seeds, and Masahiko was immediately terrified by the touch.

Looking at the scratch on the pitch-black seed that was slowly 'healing', and then looking at the black debris between his fingers, Masahiko looked bewildered.

This thing can heal itself? No, this thing can be destroyed?

Ever since he knew that the system was contained in the pitch-black seeds, Masahiko never thought of destroying it.

Slightly frowning, Masahiko licked the black seed debris between his fingers with his tongue, an inexplicable feeling crossed his heart, and was immediately suppressed by his powerful spirit!

This is... the power of destiny!!!

The feeling just now was indeed like the guidance of fate came from somewhere. If Masahiko hadn't been strong in spirit, I am afraid that he would really have a strong desire to complete a certain thing.

It turned out to be you, it really was you. The dark seeds are indeed the source of the power of destiny! Masahiko frowned and murmured, Oshewan got the power of fate from my blood, which means that this seed was fused in my blood before I reached the full level. It took away my flesh and blood, and it was only refined by me after the full level!

So... what exactly is it? !

Masahiko! At this moment, Zhili's shout came from outside the house, We can go!

Saying go back silently, the seeds melted back into his chest with a whistling sound, Masahiko's heavy expression dissipated, and he walked out of the room: Well, let's go, Zhili.