[Comprehensive] What should I do if I wear black?

"what……"

The man's chest was tightly pressed against his back, and the thin clothing could not stop the heat transfer at all.

Senju Zhuma hugged Uchiha Madara, his strong arms formed a circle around the opponent's waist, trapping Madara in his tight arms.

Can't let Madara go.

He placed his chin on Madara's shoulder, and while speaking, his warm breath brushed past the other's ear.

"Well, Madara, actually..."

Uchiha Madara did not struggle abnormally, his expression was slightly unnatural, and his fair cheeks were stained with light blood.

He didn't understand why he still felt so strange at this time, even though he had done all the more intimate things...

Sure enough, this guy Hashirama is too procrastinating!

"actually……"

Thinking of all the things that went wrong before Hashirama, Uchiha Madara's eyes moved slightly, and it was the first time he found this man who had always been gentle and confident, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Between the pillars...

Shouldn't...

According to Hei Jueshu, there is no one in the forest at this time, only the birds flapping their wings and flying by.The rustling sound of leaves caressing from far to near.The atmosphere is quiet and romantic.

The warm smell of clothes is tainted with the freshness of the surrounding grass dew.The male protagonist has a deer bumping in his heart, and his eyes are full of affection.Even though there are thousands of words, they are all integrated into this subtle and silent pause.

The breath is each other's breath, like a long and affectionate kiss.

It couldn't be better.

It's probably the kind of atmosphere where as long as you confess, you can be accepted, and you can even make more passionate love.

"Actually, what I want to say is..."

However, one of the male protagonists, holding the opponent's hand, suddenly pinched the opponent's waist, and then frowned, with a very serious expression, and said quickly——

"You seem to have more meat on your waist, and your temper has become more explosive. Do you have it?"

"..."

"..."

"……what?!"

Dreams are broken.

"Susanoo!"

"Hahaha... stop, Madara, don't hit me anymore!"

"I will kill you today! Senju Bashirama!"

"I won't say you are fat anymore——"

"That's not the problem!" Uchiha Madara's forehead bulged with blue veins, he grabbed Senju Hashirama's collar tightly, and growled out of breath, "Did your Mudun grow into your brain?! Why are you so dull! "

Senju Hashirama was shocked, "Eh?! Madara, that's an exaggeration!"

Uchiha Madara glared at him sullenly, shook his hand, turned and left.

How foolish for him to have expectations for Hashirama!

Then his hand was pulled.

Behind the scenes, the man was no longer the stupid one before, but smiled gently, "Madara, let's be together."

"..."

Seeing Uchiha Madara's surprise at that moment, Senju Zhuma felt a little uneasy.He took Uchiha Madara's hand, and moved closer to him, "What I'm talking about now...isn't it too late?"

Uchiha Madara stared at him silently.

After a while, Uchiha Madara suddenly sneered and withdrew his hand.

"Hashirama, you don't have to force yourself."

"what?"

"I know you regard me as a close friend." Uchiha Madara's eyes were cold.

Senshou Zhujian was sweating, "No, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person he was going to confess to turned his head and left, leaving him with a cold back.

Senju Zhuma was completely depressed, with his head drooping, his shoulders drooping, and the low air pressure continued to release.

So he didn't notice, after turning his head, Uchiha Madara raised the corner of his mouth slightly where he couldn't see.

I'm in a great mood.

***

Since the confession failed that day, Senshou Hashima has been depressed for a long time, the shadows all over his body can't help but look sideways.

However, the relationship between the two is still the same as usual, without any estrangement.

Senshou Zhujian has full skills in flirting with Banana, and unintentionally raised Madara's favorability to a particularly high level.However, when he really pursued Madara, he launched a series of wrong pursuit methods.

"Madara, I got brushes and paints!"

After discovering that the ancestor of the Uchiha family had a habit of dressing himself up, Senju Hashima instinctively thought that Madara would also like eye shadow.

"Close your eyes and I'll draw for you."

Senshou Zhujian's words seemed to be coaxing a child.

Uchiha Madara looked at the other party's high spirits, sighed inwardly, and finally chose not to discourage the other party's enthusiasm.

"What color did you buy?" he asked with his eyes closed.

The brush is applied lightly across the eyelids.

Senshou Zhujian smiled triumphantly, "A very nice color... It's done!"

Uchiha Madara opened his eyes.

very good……

green.

Senju Mori's favorite color is the vibrant green.

Uchiha Madara picked up the towel and wiped off the paint with three strokes and five strokes.

Senjujuma expressed endless regrets.

"Either change the color or don't give me this mess!"

Really think that he is like his ancestors, and he still has mood makeup.

Senshou Zhuma rummaged in his pocket, "I only bought this color."

With the experience just now, Uchiha Madara took a look before painting.

fiery red.

"When I see this color, I think of Madara's Sharingan." Senju Hashirama said with a smile, "It's very pretty."

so colorful...

Damn, why can't Hashirama choose an elegant light purple like his ancestors.

Uchiha Madara waved his hand feebly, and let him play with it.

Anyway, this guy's aesthetics have been outrageous since he was a child.

***

After Indra came back, Otsutsuki Yuromo also tried to let him take over part of the family affairs.Although Indra handled it beautifully, his methods were too cold and harsh.Blindly using force to bring others into submission will not last long.

And Indra is never seen.

In contrast, Senju Bashima, who became the patriarch when he was young and has great love in his heart, handled it better.

Therefore, consciously or unconsciously, Otsutsuki Yuromo prefers to let Senshou Zhuma help with affairs.

People in this era only know the simplest small-scale ninjutsu, and there will be no fighting or killing.Ninzong's business is nothing more than the fact that one family's cattle trampled to death the seedlings in another family's field, and which family's kid stole an egg from another family's field.

Senju Zhuma felt like the uncle of the neighborhood committee.

But this is what he likes to see as a peace-loving person.

Getting along day after day, Senju Hashima, who is very clever in some aspects, naturally saw Otsutsuki Yuyi's hesitation and alienation from his eldest son.

There are some things that later generations can see more clearly than people of this era.

Abolish the old and establish the young, the world will be in chaos.

"Indra's self-esteem absolutely does not allow him to condescend to Asura, you are their father, you should know better than me."

In fact, after a long communication with Senjujuma, Otsutsuki Hagoromo also discovered the inappropriateness of his previous handling.

As the so-called bystander is clear.

Recalling Ashura who had no ambitions, the sentence "I don't want to inherit any ninja sect, as long as I can be sent by my brother is enough" almost made him vomit blood.

Maybe, it's time to find an opportunity to talk to Indra...

"It's not good! Master Yuyi——"

A Ninja disciple broke in suddenly.

"Master Indra is fighting!"

Thousand-Handed Column Room & Sage of the Six Paths:? ? ?

"Master Indra and the reincarnation of Lord Indra are fighting!"

The cause of the matter is this.

Both Uchiha Madara and Otsutsuki Indra are good children who are very obsessed with power and love to learn.In the study of Datongmu's family, there are many such ancient books.

At one point, both hands reached out to a book at the same time.

Four eyes facing each other.

Next, there are sparks.

"Very good! I have long wanted to compare with you, posterity."

The wooden wall exploded, and the figures of the two flew out and landed in the open space outside.

Indra raised his chin haughtily, "You can't even defeat the descendants of Asura, but I want to see how useless you are!"

It's just a good time to tune/teach the juniors!

The Ninja people's eyes widened.

That ice cube-like Indra-sama seems to be...on fire?

Being despised like this again, Uchiha Madara was so angry that his teeth itched.

Why don't you try to fight with the fairy body's Zhujian!

At first it was just a confrontation of physical skills, occasionally a huge fireball flew out, or Indra's thunderbolt flashed.

Indra's icy writing wheel eyes burst into joy!

Apart from his father, this is the first person who can match him!

The two of them fought until the sky was dark, the white robes and black clothes were intertwined, and the sleeves of the clothes were torn apart.Ordinary people of the Ninja sect could only see the afterimages of their figures, and the red marks of the two pairs of Sharingan flitting in the air.

In terms of actual combat experience, Indra is far inferior to Uchiha Madara.But he is indeed worthy of being the most outstanding genius of this era. He figured out Uchiha Madara's moves in a few or two strokes, quickly formed seals with his fingers, and sprayed out exactly the same powerful fireball.

The fireballs collided violently in mid-air.For a while, the two fought inseparably.

Until the moment when Uchiha Madara sacrificed the kaleidoscope Sharingan.

The moment the other party's Sharingan burst into a strange light, Indra suddenly felt the gap of power drop!

It's not the difference in their own strength, but the difference in pupil power.

The natural moat is general.

Even though Uchiha Madara stopped abruptly the moment before Susanoo pierced the ancestor's chest, Indra was still affected by the aftermath of the power, fell to the ground and smashed a big hole, and the dust flew up immediately.

"Nissan!"

After digging a well for a year, Ashura, who finally finished digging the well and returned to his hometown, saw his brother being injured and smashed down from mid-air before his back foot stepped on the threshold of his house.

Brother control · Ashura's head is hot!

He rushed in front of Indra, stared angrily at the figure in the gray mist, and raised his hand, "How dare you hurt my brother!"

At this time, Indra was still immersed in the disastrous ending and did not recover.

Unexpectedly... defeated...

My own strength is not as good as that of the younger generation...

[As long as you kill the closest person, you can gain stronger power...]

The voice of the person in the back mountain suddenly sounded like a ghost at this moment.

It seems to have the ability to bewitch people.

stronger... strength...

Indra raised his hand and slowly reached out to the figure in front of him.