When Tobirama rushed to the rescue,

Mito had already tried no less than twenty seal circuits.

The pitiful Black Zetsu was paralyzed on the experiment table,

He had nothing to live for.

Mito saw Tobirama,

He said excitedly, "Where did you get this big treasure,

None of our sealing techniques have succeeded on him. That's great! "

Black Zetsu and Tobirama met face to face and read the deep fear in each other's eyes.

Sure enough,

No matter what era,

The one who really stands at the top of the food chain,

Is still a woman.

Sure enough,

In Konoha, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is.

After Black Zetsu entered the department of Tobirama Sentete, facing the devastating truth, his heart gradually understood,

He had been tricked!

But what could he do, he could only continue to shine and heat,

Contributed a lot to the application research of Chakra by the Otsutsuki family,

In exchange for trust.

As the third child of Kaguya,

Born before Otsutsuki Kaguya was sealed, she was instilled with thousands of knowledge by her mother. It could be said that she was born to destroy the seal of the six brothers. So naturally, Black Zetsu still had a lot of stock in his stomach.

Tobirama has observed this mysterious visitor for some time,

Apart from the small misunderstanding when they first met,

Now he has changed his view of this conscientious little friend.

Talented people are not necessarily diligent,

Hard-working people are not necessarily made of that material. No matter which field, the one who finally stands at the top is the all-rounder of both.

He inherited Otsutsuki Kaguya's easy to heal physique, but his fighting strength was so bad that he couldn't even beat Hagoromo's two sons. When it came to saving his mother, he could only take the indirect route of saving the country. It was nothing more than how Otsutsuki Hagoromo sent his mother up, and how he received his mother. Black Zetsu, who can hold a bunch of useless cards in his hand and almost beat the whole world to a GG ending in another world, can't be bad.

As a special transfer student, Black Zetsu, who had just arrived at the Konoha University, was stuffed into the small class by Uchiha Macula through the back door. The so-called small class, the students in it are all outstanding talents in a certain field. In other words, most of them have problems with their brains.

Knowledge must be integrated to make progress, or science and technology is the first productive force.

Being fixed in a small area for a long time will make people's thinking degenerate, and so will not contact with society. It's not unreasonable to say that people should go out often.

Black Zetsu got inspiration from a philosophy class.

Before, he had been caught in a misunderstanding. According to his mother's consciousness, if he wanted his mother to return to the earth, he had to do a lot of work. First, there was the problem of the Rinnegan, and second, there were the nine tailed beasts. Which one was beyond his power. But if he wanted his mother, he didn't necessarily have to make a physical body. Just like the analysis of human consciousness in a certain theory, what really determines a person's existence is his memory aggregate.

He calculated that at present, it is obviously impossible to make the Juubi's Jinchuriki, but it is not difficult to smuggle his mother's consciousness from the moon to the earth. When the time comes, he will hide his mother on the moon, who can find her. As for the resurrection, with the help of his mother, he can take the long view.

When Uchiha Macula came to find Hashirama, he happened to meet Hashirama Momohua. He was quite impressed with the female ninja of the Hashirama family. Like her sharp eyebrows, she is a neat subordinate.

After Momohua saw Uchiha Macula nodded, she took the documents and turned away.

Now, only Hashirama and Seiji were left in the room looking at each other.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, or he was too suspicious, but when they looked at each other, he vaguely perceived a trace of danger.

"Sit down for a while?"

Hashirama wore a Naruto robe at work, and the white towel that should be wrapped around his neck was hanging on the back of the chair.

Uchiha Macula smiled and shook his head, shaking off the doubts in his mind: "I came to get a document, and I will leave soon."

"What." Hashirama muttered, "You don't even want to say a word."

"Is that so, maybe I'm too busy."

Madara bowed his head as if he was defeated by Hashirama. "The Anbu is not easy. If you want to be the Anbu Minister, you have to work hard."

He has to review the external work of the Anbu, take time to manage the intranet in the administrative system, watch the Nine Tails in Konoha, and exchange information with various ninja villages. These things almost squeezed out his usual rest time. Fortunately, the Yang power in the Rinnegan is highly active, otherwise, he would be the first one who can't stand it.

"Speaking of which, I remember that Tobirama Sentete used to be very good at handling official documents."

During this time, Tobirama Sentete lived a life that was absolutely envied by everyone. He didn't pay attention to the outside world, and his life was so good that Uchiha Macula's eyes were red. As a good friend of Tobirama Sentete's brother, this time, he decisively dragged his acquaintance into the water.

"Let him take care of the medical department. Those medical students are making trouble again."

In order to quickly fill the medical positions, Tobirama Sentete forced the whole clan to study medicine. "Read the full text and memorize it", these words were still a childhood shadow of Hashirama. Of course, not all Hashirama took the medical path. Those who took the Konoha path can also enter various positions when they grow up.

When the construction of the medical department was almost completed, Tobirama estimated the employment and turnover rate of the posts. After confirming that there was no problem, he took the burden and slipped into the research department. Because of this reason, Tobirama Sentete may be able to suppress them to a certain extent.

"What trouble?"

"Don't you know?"

Hashirama put down the pen and said helplessly: "Tobirama is in charge of this. I don't have time to manage the clan affairs."

Madara was speechless for a while. It would be strange if Tobirama Sentete could take care of it. He was just like the dean of the school who didn't see him once in a semester. He lived like an orphan.

It was said that Hashirama was making trouble. In fact, Hashirama and his people just brought the feudal superstitions of Naka Chuan to school.

When Tobirama was doing quality education, the clan didn't know why there was a rumor in their clan. It seemed that as long as they jumped to Naka Chuan, they would basically pass all the exams in the next week. The reason was understandable. The reality was too desperate. People always had to pin their hopes on something.

Hashirama had an ominous premonition: "Don't let them jump off the cliff again."

Madara shook his head and said sadly: "This time, they dragged the whole class with them."

Hashirama: "…"

This group of people was afraid to go to heaven.

Madara patted Hashirama on the shoulder: "Find a time to go back and deal with the mental health of your clan. Many teachers have reported to me that Hashirama's child's mental condition is not quite right recently."

"Uh …" It seemed that this was the case. Hashirama recalled what he had seen and heard in the clan land. Those details … Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it.

Madara also had deep sympathy for this. A group of students who were supposed to be innocent and naive, in their youth, were raped by a mutant Sadist in their clan … Their bodies and hearts were tortured, and they were beginning to become mentally abnormal!

When he thought of the students, it seemed that the clan leader in front of him was also one of them, but he was lucky enough to escape.

Madara estimated his workload today and could not help but sigh. When will this kind of dog-tired day end?

"I'll go first. After work in the evening … Let's have a drink together."

"Hey?"

Looking at Hashirama's big eyes, he really didn't have the majesty of Naruto. How could this kind of character deter other villages?

Madara secretly scolded the idiot, coughed softly and said it again.

Both of them worked overtime to finish the work. When they slipped into the izakaya, it was already full of guests.

"So many people." Hashirama was startled and pulled Madara away. "Let's change to another one."

As a result, when they arrived at the second store, the situation was the same. The kind clerk kindly reminded them that the izakaya here had become a reservation system at night, which meant that they could not find a seat.

"Ahhhhh —" Hashirama squatted on the ground and cried bitterly.

Now Konoha is not the same as when the village was first built. The number of residents has multiplied. Even if Mincha Street has been expanded from a street to a commercial belt, in the eyes of Konoha people, who have a rich nightlife, it is not enough. Some popular famous shops have a longer line than the street in the evening.

"Reservation system …" Madara didn't know that there was such a thing here. Did he work overtime to get out of the society?

Hashirama raised his head, and his upright handsome face looked pitiful at this time: "Madara, are you still going to drink?"

Uchiha Macula thought about it, it is not good to break the contract, and drinking at home is the same.

The two of them bought a bunch of food and drink, one in front of the other on the street. Hashirama looked at Madara's hair, which was tied to the back of his head. His hair was stuck to his waist as he walked.

"Your hair has grown a lot." Hashirama trotted forward and pointed with his finger.

"Is it?"

Madara held the food in his hands, and it was inconvenient for him to move. He just shook his sweaty hair off the side of his face.

"Yes, it used to be at the back, but now it is almost at the waist."

Especially the perfect curve of the thin waist under the Anbu white vest, the waist was deep, and the back was straight. Unfortunately, it was hidden under the windbreaker by the owner. Hashirama's eyes moved, and he suppressed the waves in his heart and smiled. "By the way, your hair covers half of your face. Can you really see things?"

Hashirama's face suddenly came close, and his eyes were clear and full of care.

Madara suppressed his panic and replied calmly: "It used to be like this, and I am used to it."

"Is it?"

Hashirama got very close and sniffed the back of his friend's neck, which was tightly wrapped.

Sure enough.

Just as Black Zetsu said.