Infinite Tsukuyomi

The hero of World War II, Hatake White Fang, didn't die on the battlefield, but in the gossip of the villagers and his companions.

The head of the Hyuga Branch Family, Hyuga Hizashi, sacrificed his life for the main family.

Just because Konoha didn't do anything, the orphan of Konoha Yondaime.

With the acquiescence of the higher-ups, he became the scapegoat for the night of the Nine Tails.

We created Konoha to protect our family and pursue peace.

We didn't sacrifice them for peace.

Hashirama supported his head with one hand.

The past was yesterday, and the future was right in front of him.

Hashirama's bloodline had run dry.

Uchiha wasn't much better.

The clan had moved all the way north to Konoha.

He didn't have a deep impression of the other clans. Heliotropia was doing well, and surprisingly, Hyuga had joined Konoha.

This village had completely become everyone's village, but it was the opposite of what he imagined.

Country,

Ninja Village,

The three ninjas intertwined. When the ant colony gathered together,

You would be able to see its direction clearly.

After Sandaime finished his nagging, he looked at Hashirama's thoughtful expression and continued, "Now your information has been classified as S-Class secret.

After all, to outsiders,

You're no different from coming back from the dead. "

The resurrection of the dead had crossed the bottom line of every country.

If Konoha mastered this skill and resurrected all the strong fighters of the past, the other countries wouldn't be able to fight it.

They might as well work together to get rid of Konoha first, and then divide the technology.

Hashirama nodded. "I'll use the Transformation Jutsu to keep my identity a secret."

Another thing, the ninja school had already started. As a registered teacher of Konoha, no one told Hashirama that he was going to class. Sandaime had completely forgotten about it.

Sandaime Smile handed over a class schedule and asked, "Now there are only a few classes left. Choose one."

Hashirama bit his finger and scanned through the classes.

Haiku … I've never learned it.

History … Does the Warring States period count?

Mathematics … Ah, I miss Tobirama.

In terms of body art theory … he was just bashing out his instincts.

Ninjutsu … Does anyone want to learn Mokuton …

After looking at it for a long time and deliberating, Hashirama finally decided on the "free training" class, commonly known as an activity class.

What was the activity class teacher supposed to do?

Without a teacher, Hashirama found a shady spot under a tree trunk and lazily flipped through a book on farming. Here, the agricultural industry and business theory system had become a concrete system after several years of revision. After the war, the soldiers of various countries were encouraged to return to their villages to do farming, and agriculture was once again flourishing. It was very easy to find a book on farming in the bookstore.

The children are very curious about this teacher named "Kashiwa Moritte". They heard that he is a ninja who has just returned from the border of the country of Kawa. After they are free to move around, the little animals surround him.

A ninja who had been on the battlefield was like a hero in their world. The small animals pushed each other and finally pushed out a blonde child.

The little boy ran forward and very naturally went up to Sensei Mori Shou and said loudly, "Hello, Sensei."

Hashirama put down the book and reached out to rub his student's head. He smiled and asked, "Why don't you go play?"

"It's too boring." Naruto scratched his head and remembered his friend's request. "Sensei, can you tell us some stories about ninjas?"

The surrounding children all agreed.

"For example, how to become a powerful ninja," the child suggested.

Hashirama looked at the group of children in front of him with gratification. They were only five or six years old, but they were already in school.

He had already stepped onto the battlefield at this age. Two years later, Tobirama and Itaka also followed him into battle. At that time, they didn't think about how to become stronger, but simply wanted to survive.

Compared with them, the children here have to wait six years to graduate and take the genin exam to become a ninja. It's pretty good. Hashirama thought and then answered the student's question. "The main thing is the foundation, especially taijutsu, which is equivalent to the lower limit of a ninja. No matter how strong a technique is, if there is no corresponding physical support, it can't be fully effective."

If the Uchiha Clan is said to have reached the pinnacle of the path of "Jutsu", then Senju is said to have reached the pinnacle of the path of "Physique". The ability of the Sharingan is very strong, but it also consumes a lot of energy. For so many years, only the Senju of the Uchiha Clan has been able to fight against the Sharingan without falling into a disadvantageous position. Their vitality and physical fitness made them one of the most powerful clans in the Warring States Period.

"Isn't taijutsu the most important?"

Hashirama waved his hand and said with a smile, "Ninja and Genjutsu are the same. In the future, the development of ninja will not be limited to combat, such as intelligence, interrogation, and so on."

"Actually … I'm just guessing."

Hashirama suddenly remembered his persona and pointed at himself. "I'm just a medical ninja, a medical ninja."

"Medical ninja … Like Tsunade -sama?" The radish head's eyes flashed.

Sannin joined the war in the later part of World War III. For children of this age, she was undoubtedly their childhood idol.

"I don't think so … It's just normal treatment?

Something like healing wounds. "Hashirama said with uncertainty.

Strictly speaking, medical ninjutsu is a technique where the user stimulates the cells through Chakra, causing the cells to secrete healing components. Hashirama's mutation can also achieve detoxification, transformation, and attack, but it is completely different from Hashirama's medical ninjutsu. Hashirama's medical ninjutsu is more like him using his own vitality to nourish the damaged tissues.

This topic obviously didn't interest the children. After a while, the excitement died down and they went back to playing by themselves.

The free training was the last class of the day, and school was over once it was over.

Banzi waited at the school gate for a long time, but Naruto didn't come out. She asked the ninja on duty for the location and walked in herself.

There were only a few people left on the training ground. There was still some time before dinner. Several parents found a place to rest at a high place. When the children had played enough, Banzi said hello and lifted her skirt to walk down the stone steps.

Hashirama didn't know what love at first sight felt like. It could be said that his brain had shrunk due to love. The elders persistently bombarded him for a few years, and the juniors in the clan who were three years younger than him already had three in two years. However, he was still as immovable as a mountain. But when he met the right person, everything became clear. Hashirama touched his rapidly beating heart.

In an instant, he forgot what he wanted to do and forgot what happened. He only remembered that moment, as if the whole world was blurred, and only her appearance was clear and bright.

The woman lowered her head and hugged the blonde little devil who threw himself into her arms. The thin fringe on her forehead covered half of her face. Her skin was snow-white, and her eyelashes were long. At this moment, her deep black eyes were half-closed, as if she was infected by the child's joy.

She wasn't the woman who fit the definition of "love" the most that Hashirama had ever met. In fact, Hashirama didn't even think that he would have feelings for love. But the voice in his heart told him: It's her, it's her.

The first generation leader who loved to play straight rushed to his brain. He tidied up his clothes and walked forward, stiffly starting a conversation for the first time as a virgin. "Have we met somewhere before?"

Konoha Village was located in the southeast hinterland of the Fire Country. It was backed by the Yanyan Highlands, and the Naka River flowed through it.

On this mountain wall were carved the heads of the successive generations of Naruto in Konoha. The younger generation took over the will of fire from the hands of the previous generation, and bloomed in this land for the people they loved and protected.

As long as there were leaves flying in the air, the fire would burn.

The shadow of the fire would shine on the village, and it would make new leaves sprout.

Of course, all of this was the story of the successors.

As a senior, Hashirama supported his swollen head with one hand. His brain was a mess.

Yesterday … he seemed to have been here with Madara.

Then … then he blacked out.

If he didn't go home, he would be nagged by Tobirama again. Hashirama propped himself up and staggered to the edge of the cliff.

“.....”

"Where the hell is this!" Looking at the scenery under his feet, Hashirama collapsed.

The third shinobi world war was, to some extent, a continuation of the second world war. The conflicts caused by the unbalanced distribution of resources were exposed in this war. Konoha can be said to have established its position as the leader of the five great shinobi villages. In the early days of the third world war, most people in Konoha, including the Daimyo of the Fire Country, supported the start of the war, but no one expected that the Fire Country paid such a terrible price to obtain this victory.

A large number of young elites died in the front line, and the Naruto Clan was wiped out except for one member. Konoha's fourth generation Naruto couple died in the Nine Tails incident a few years ago.

How weak is Konoha?

A village that can't even find a young leader can only rely on this group of old guys to survive.

Is it really a victory after paying such a price?

Sarutobi sat in his seat, and in a trance, he seemed to see the former Minato Ichiban.

Minato was his most promising successor. Young, bold, and full of a sense of reform. He didn't come from a rich family, but with his charm, he won the support of many shinobi in Konoha. At the same time, his wife was Konoha's second generation Nine-tails Jinchuriki.

But he died, a man known as the Golden Flash, who had the Flying Thunder God Jutsu, died. Only he could retreat, and there was no escape.

On the night of the Nine Tails incident, many shinobi stood on the sidelines and even took advantage of the situation.

Those who participated in the sealing of the Nine Tails knew about the Sharingan in the eyes of the Nine Tails, but the result was that Konoha forbade people from talking about it and directed the hatred of the villagers to a baby.

What was it for? What else could it be?

Sarutobi felt guilty towards Naruto, but he couldn't. He couldn't even compensate him. Even if the villagers' behavior was strange, it was difficult to attract attention, but Naruto's attitude would expose the Nine-tails Jinchuriki. The only thing he could do was to give the task of monitoring the Nine Tails to his most trusted confidant.