Infinite Tsukuyomi

The black pupils were stained with blood.

The magnificent pattern suddenly turned, rolling up the murderous aura in the room.

In an instant, the Mangekyo was launched.

Removing the memory of the outsiders who had just heard the plan, several attendants who were attacked by Genjutsu fell to the ground.

Uchiha Madara dealt with the matter at lightning speed.

Only then did Tobirama close his slightly opened mouth.

He pulled his brother's collar and shouted, "Why didn't you tell me about this!"

"No, Tobirama, I didn't come back from there. I've been thinking about it for the past few days. It just so happens that Madara mentioned a place before. It seems that all the powerful people there have gathered to form an association."

Hashirama smiled. "I think this method is very good. If we set up a promotion system internally, we can also improve our life by linking the ninja level with the task commission."

Is this his fault?

Madara thought suspiciously.

When did he say that?

He didn't have this impression.

"That's the one.

The novel you recommended to me a long time ago. "Hashirama puffed up his face.

"Then you lent me the book and I forgot to take it back."

Click!

Whirlpool Mito's face didn't show, but his hand holding the table was getting tighter and tighter.

His heart was a mixture of crazy shock and indescribable subtle feelings.

He couldn't wait to find someone to complain. Uchiha Macula still reads novels?

Isn't he that kind of arrogant, cold, and otherworldly?

Is he only interested in fighting and ninjutsu?

This is as incredible as the time when she knew that the "arm" of the wings and the "arm" of the bladder were the same word.

And listening to Hashirama's words, he read it for several years.

"I don't remember." Madara frowned.

"That one.

The author is said to have gone to play mahjong and then cheated. You said before that when you are free, you will hunt down the author. "

This is an otaku, this is an otaku!

Mito's forehead was covered in sweat. His eyes were red as he stared at the table. Combining the image of Uchiha Macula with the word 'otaku', this feeling … this feeling was too cute!

Thinking about it, Madara did remember this book in his memory. At that time, he was too young to read it, and many details were not clear. Only the author's "Mahjong Escape" is still engraved in his mind.

The humans in the story world had another type of ability that coincided with the ninja's Chakra ability, and the alliance that Hashirama mentioned was only a background setting in the novel. All the metahumans on the continent would go to the Association to register for their profession, and the Association would provide the metahumans with resources to improve their lives and abilities. The countries in the novel might be able to hire small groups of metahumans, but under the supervision of the Association, the threat of war would decrease again and again. Even countries that wanted to start a large-scale war would be warned and restrained by the Association.

Madara slowly bowed his head and thought about it. Now he recalled some of the details in the novel, the worldview, and the background of the era were quite similar to the Ninja Continent. Could it be that the author at that time had already realized the nature of war and wanted to use the novel as a metaphor for his own ideas?

"It's too early to talk about this." Uchiha Macula put this topic aside. "Let's talk about it later."

Hashirama nodded: "I think so too, but I always feel that if I don't say it, I will forget it."

Then don't say it!

Tobirama Sentete covered his chest and almost vomited blood. If one day he was killed by Hashirama, he would die of anger.

"What are you going to do?"

Uchiha Macula crossed his arms and glanced at Kuratori Nara and Whirlpool Mito. His meaning was clear. Will they do evil together, or will they be washed by his Mangekyo Sharingan?

"The three clans of the Heliotropia … are willing to join Konoha."

What can he do? He can't even pretend to be stupid. If he refused, Uchiha Macula would put a sack on him.

Hashirama looked at Mito, waiting for a reply from his childhood playmate.

Whirlpool Mito had a headache. Knowing that Konoha planned this kind of thing, this pirate ship is fixed, but …

"Actually … we are here for this marriage. The patriarch and the elders should not have considered joining Konoha."

Marriage?

Hashirama froze for a moment. He seemed to have heard Tobirama mention it before, but he was too busy to think about it.

This matter must be made clear, lest Hashirama and Whirlpool Mito become estranged.

Hashirama bowed his head to Mito and said in a calm and serious tone: "Sorry, I already have someone I like."

Someone you like?

Hearing this sentence, Mito's eyes unconsciously slid to Uchiha Macula at the other end of the long table, but he saw the unexpected emotion in Madara's eyes.

It's not Uchiha Macula, no, he doesn't even know Uchiha Macula?

Whirlpool Mito asked the question that was on everyone's mind at this moment: "Can you tell me, Hashirama, who do you like?"

After a pause, he found a reason for himself to enrich his emotions. "I want to know what kind of person you like."

The people present secretly pricked up their ears. Hashirama's gossip was not easy to hear.

It's hard to talk about time travel, so Hashirama simply added some vague details.

The story was very ordinary. If it was put in a novel, it would be a drama of a fallen ninja and a civilian girl falling in love.

"At first, it was a coincidence that I met her. She just happened to pass by, but my body had already moved faster than my brain. When I came back to my senses, we had already talked all the way." Hashirama crossed his hands, with a quiet smile on his face. "It was like love at first sight."

"After knowing that I was injured, she asked me to go to her house to recuperate. At that time, I was very embarrassed, so I helped her do some housework. Sometimes when there were guests in the shop, I would help her. Her cooking skills were also very good. She said that she was too lazy to cook, but in fact, she often accommodated me.

It's as if I've known her for decades. I clearly know her little hobbies, and I know what she wants to do without any warning. Her tone, her expression, we might be two red bamboo stones that have been split into two. One day, we will become one. "

Listening to this, Madara's eyelids twitched. He subconsciously picked up the teacup and took a sip. He almost spat out the sweet tea in his mouth.

And the protagonist, Whirlpool Mito, was stunned. He was not shocked by Hashirama's nauseating self-dissection, but surprised by his speed. This is the fastest man in the ninja world. "You … have you already entered the house!"

"No."

Thinking of Banzi's bland face, Hashirama couldn't help but feel depressed. Banzi probably didn't realize his feelings at all. "Just living together."

"Living together?!" Mito turned Hashirama's head back. "Where is the girl now?" This is the most important thing.

Living outside? "

"You didn't take her back to Hashirama's house?"

"… No."

Whirlpool Mito looked at his friend's stupid face and gritted his teeth. He wanted to paste the word "scumbag" on his face.

Hashirama laughed twice and said awkwardly: "Actually … she doesn't know that I like her."

No, this is not the same as what Hashirama said before. Tobirama quickly went through what his brother said after he woke up. But Hashirama didn't say whether the girl liked him or not. He just praised her from beginning to end.

"Are you secretly in love with her?"

Under his brother's red eyes, Hashirama nodded stiffly.

The clansmen on the road saw Uchiha Macula and bowed to greet him. A few children couldn't hold back their curiosity and secretly observed the long-haired man.

Now Uchiha was different from before. In addition to the original residential area, there were several new public areas near the central area of the clan. The trading service area was more than double in size. During wartime, the clan's material distribution was based on the number of people. Now that this rule was abolished, the idle women and elderly were more willing to go out to buy things.

The clansmen who were not suitable for the battlefield focused on the production of basic necessities. The clan also supported those who were talented in business, agriculture, and industry.

In the past, the economic system mainly relied on the Daimyo or employers to pay for the clansmen. Strictly speaking, Uchiha hadn't taken on missions that involved fighting or leaving the clan for a long time.

People who have tasted the taste of peace can cherish the preciousness of peace.

Izumi Nai's residence was not far away. When Madara entered the door, Izumi Nai was already writing official documents at the desk. After forming an alliance with the Senju Clan, there were a lot of things to worry about. In addition to the consent of the Daimyo of the Land of Fire, they also needed the support of many ninjas. Population, materials, and interest distribution were piled up all of a sudden. Izumi Nai couldn't bear to let her brother bear the heavy burden because of her injury, so she was responsible for a part of it. Among them, the communication line with the Daimyo was Izumi Nai.

Madara silently covered his conscience. He seemed to be lazy in reading novels in the morning.

"Brother."

The black-haired young man saw his brother, put down the pen, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Madara. "Why are you here? I'm still sick."

Izumi Na frowned and complained, but it was difficult to hide the joy in his eyes.

His brother was the same as when he was a child. He was good at saying one thing and thinking another. Madara poked his brother's forehead: "There's something important."

He untied the scroll engraved with Hashirama's family tattoo in his sleeve. There were two documents in it.

"This is …"

"Hashirama gave it to me the day before yesterday. It's the result of the discussion of the Hashirama clan."

Izumi Na took the document and sneered: "This is the decision of Tobirama Sentete. Sharing the trade route of Minokuni? Dream on."

Madara coughed to clear his throat and handed over another document: "So there's a second one."

Izumi Na took it without any expression. He was anxious for his brother. Hashirama was indeed a good person. He was honest and generous. He was also good to his brother.

But Tobirama Sentete was a sinister person. He had been fighting with him for more than ten years. The white-haired man was simply a Uchiha paranoid. Even if they lived in peace for several years, he didn't change his mind.