Infinite Tsukuyomi

According to the information provided by the intelligence department,

Jiraiya arrived in Tanokuni.

Finally, he found traces of Hashirama Tsunade near Short Book Street. Time did not leave any traces on the Hashirama princess, and Jiraiya recognized her at first glance.

Sandaime sucked on his pipe and looked at Tsunade from head to toe. "This doesn't make sense. You didn't disguise yourself?"

Otherwise, how could she have been caught by Jiraiya?

In the past few years, he had received messages from Tsunade. Addicted to gambling.

Extremely good at evading debts.

Relying on superb disguise skills to avoid creditors, and because she was nowhere to be found, several debt notes were sent across the sea to Hashirama's residence in Konoha. Konoha had sent people to search for the only child of the Hashirama family, but they returned empty-handed.

Tsunade was once again enraged. She grabbed Jiraiya's neck and sneered. "What a coincidence.

I didn't expect to meet him in the female bath. "

Who would wear a disguise while bathing?

In the end, Jiraiya was a blind cat that caught a dead mouse.

Jiraiya's legs were weak from Chakra, and he hung on Tsunade's arm and struggled.

"I didn't do it on purpose.

Tanokuni's intelligence department told me where you were! "

Sarutobi could not watch the disciple he was so proud of die in front of him. He sighed.

He turned his back and focused on the scenery.

As far as the eye could see, it was Konoha in early autumn.

The temperature had cooled down.

The lush forest in summer was now dyed red and yellow. Leaves fell in twos and threes through the window, falling with the wind, falling with the wind, falling with the wind, falling with …

Dong!

Someone get down!

Hashirama shook off the dust on his body. Under Sarutobi's complicated gaze, he smiled apologetically, opened the window, and jumped into the room.

Judging from her smooth and elegant movements, she must have climbed over many windows.

"Not through the window, but through the wall."

Hashirama kindly explained the misunderstanding. During the period of peace between the two clans, the wall of Uchiha Macula that he had climbed over was enough for him to go around Konoha once. In terms of speed and stealth, he was quite experienced.

This kind of explanation was even worse.

Noticing the strange ninja in the office, Tsunade stopped what she was doing. The ninja in front of her had black hair and black eyes. His hair was neatly cut to his shoulders. His eyes were clear and his eyebrows were extraordinary. She was sure that she had never seen this person before, but strangely, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Sandaime Smile introduced them to Hashirama. "These are my two disappointing disciples, Jiraiya and Tsunade."

The records of Sannin were very detailed. She was taught by Jiraiya, who cultivated the body of a third-generation immortal in Mount Myoboku, and Hashirama Tsunade, who single-handedly destroyed the future of the Thunder Ninja.

"Hello." Facing the curious gazes of the two juniors, Hashirama returned a broad smile.

"Shodaidaime-sama, please undo the transformation technique." If someone could recognize you despite your current appearance, then it must be true love.

Shodaidaime-sama?

What does that mean?

Tsunade thought that Sensei was trying to trick her into going back to the village again, but Sarutobi sensei asked Jiraiya to bring her an ambiguous message, and she just blurted out the name of Sarutobi.

After a puff of white smoke, Tsunade could no longer suppress her heartbeat. "… Grandpa … Grandpa!"

"That's right, but I'm not married yet." The young ninja in the Konoha uniform rubbed his nose subconsciously.

This was a face that was left in Tsunade's memory. Before she could distinguish between life and death, it was already blurred.

She thought that after her lover and family died in battle, the real her also died. Nothing in the world could awaken a heart that was no longer beating, but …

"Is it really Grandpa, Grandpa Hashirama?"

Hashirama laughed. "Yes."

The blonde ninja threw herself into Hashirama's arms and buried her face in Hashirama's chest. She was like a child who found an elder to complain to, silently venting the guilt of Hashirama and Tsunade. "I'm sorry …"

Hashirama hugged Tsunade and whispered helplessly. "Tsunade, you've always done well."

The man said and patted her back comfortingly. "It's my fault, I'm sorry … I was so stubborn in the future."

She abandoned her family, abandoned Konoha, and willfully went to atone for her friends' sins.

The warmth of his palm passed through her clothes to her skin. At that moment, she felt like she had thousands of words to say, about her family, about Konoha, about … her and her heart. But in the end, she wanted to say too much, but nothing came out.

Sandaime looked at the only disciple he was worried about.

He was born in the early days of Konoha and grew up with the village. He had witnessed the rise and fall of the two families.

Hashirama used to be so glorious, but now he was in such a sorry state. Even Sarutobi himself didn't want to imagine how Hashirama's family had fallen so far. A powerful family with two Naruto bloodlines was slowly eroded until only an orphan girl remained.

"Little Tsunade, you're starting to look like a child now."

Sandaime couldn't help but laugh. "We'll have plenty of chances to meet in the future, as long as you don't disappear so easily."

Embarrassed by her teacher's teasing, Tsunade wiped her face and reluctantly took a few steps back.

"Grandpa … why are you here?"

Sandaime stroked his beard. "It's a coincidence, or a miracle."

He wasn't even thirty yet, but someone of the same age as him was already calling him grandpa. Hashirama said awkwardly, "Don't call me grandpa, it's scary."

Tsunade understood. She guessed that her grandpa wasn't married to Mito's grandmother yet, but they would be husband and wife sooner or later, so it didn't matter.

As for the reason why Sensei Sandaime called her here today, Tsunade had a vague idea.

"About First Daime's identity here, Tsunade, I want him to join the Hashirama Family as Kashiwa Moritte."

If Hokage-Sama stayed in Konoha for a short time, this would be enough to stabilize the hearts of the Konoha's hidden villagers. The Senju Clan's influence in Konoha was different, and the Senju Clan was withering day by day. For Konoha's people, it was a shadow in their hearts.

In other words, if First Daime stayed in Konoha for some time to come …

He was old, and it was time for him to take care of his grandchildren. It was time for him to pass the burden of taking over Naruto to the younger generation, especially the young ninja who had rich experience as a Naruto.

Sarutobi smiled. A prominent family, a young successor, and First Daime's strength. Nothing was more perfect than this.

"No problem."

Tsunade agreed without hesitation. "Grandpa, are you going to use 'Kashiwa Moritte' or 'Hashirama Kashiwa' to join the family?"

"…" His granddaughter's decisiveness was quite similar to Hashirama's. Hashirama thought for a moment. "Kashiwa Moritte then. It'll be too similar to my name if I change it to Hashirama."

But you're already joining the Hashirama Family. What's the difference?

"Okay, I'll arrange for Grandpa to join the family tomorrow."

With the return of her old friends, the empty part of her body was gradually filled. Tsunade selfishly wanted to get more time to spend with her family, especially First Daime, whom she respected and loved since she was a child.

The beautiful ninja lifted her long hair and showed a confident smile. "Grandpa, you haven't returned to the Hashirama Family for a long time. I'm bored living alone in the family. Do you want to come together?"

Huh?

Why did she suddenly mention this?

The man said blankly. "No need …"

"The ninja's dormitory is so small, it's not as good as home!"

"No, no, it's my own reason."

Hashirama waved his hand and explained, and his voice was getting smaller and smaller. "I … I'm pursuing a girl, and I'm living in her house now."

Uchiha Macula walked out of the coffin summoned by Edo Tensei. He stood on a high ground and looked down at the five-nation coalition army under his feet.

Madara looked at the man beside him and asked, "The new coalition army?"

The man wrapped in bandages trembled violently, and his voice suddenly changed. "Yes, because this is war."

"Oh."

Madara's expression seemed to be pleased by something. "I think he has his considerations, but … I was resurrected in this way?"

Silently releasing a cold murderous aura, Madara's heart actually had an unspeakable … feeling of grievance?

No matter who it was, when they were showing off their love behind the frontlines, their vision suddenly turned black, and then they arrived on the frontlines and became the main battle BOSS.

This feeling of being cheated …

Madara glanced at the battlefield with a pair of dead fish eyes.

'Alright, there are so many familiar faces here.'

Oh, Naruto is also here.

With his arms around his chest, Madara talked to the people around him and made a handprint with one hand to contact Naruto's consciousness.