Infinite Tsukuyomi

Tsunade was once again enraged.

She grabbed Jiraiya's neck and laughed coldly. "What a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet him in the Lady's Bath."

Who would wear a disguise while bathing?

In the end, Jiraiya was just a blind cat that ran into a dead mouse.

Jiraiya's legs went limp from Chakra's tremors.

He hung on Tsunade's arm and struggled. "I didn't do it on purpose. Tanokuni's Intelligence Department told me you were there!"

Sarutobi couldn't bear to watch the disciple he was so proud of die in front of him.

He sighed, turned around, and focused on the scenery.

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

The temperature had cooled down.

The forest was lush in summer.

It was dyed red and yellow.

The leaves passed through the window.

They fell in twos and threes with the wind.

They fell with the wind.

Then …

"Dong!"

Someone fell down!

Hashirama shook off the dust on his body.

Under Sarutobi's complicated gaze, he smiled apologetically.

He opened the window and jumped into the room.

Judging by his smooth and graceful movements, he must have jumped over many windows.

"I didn't jump over the window, I jumped over the wall." Hashirama kindly explained the misunderstanding. During the period of peace between the two races,

He had jumped over the wall of Uchiha Macula and could go around Konoha once.

In terms of speed, he could jump over walls.

He had some experience in concealment techniques.

This kind of explanation was even worse.

Noticing the strange Ninja who appeared 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, he looked familiar.

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

The records of Sannin were very detailed. His teacher was 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.

"Lord First Dai, please undo the transformation technique first." If someone could still recognize you despite your current appearance, then it was definitely true love.

First?

What does that mean?

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

After a puff of white smoke, Tsunade could no longer suppress the beating of her heart. "… 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 wake up 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 his 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 patted her back comfortingly. "It's my fault. I'm sorry … I left so willfully 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 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 was left.

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

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. Grandpa probably hadn't married 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 the First Daime's identity here, Tsunade, I want him to join the Hashirama Family under the name of Kashiwa Moritte."

If the First Daime stayed in Konoha for a short time, it would be enough to stabilize the hearts of the Konoha's hidden villagers. Hashirama of the Forest had a special meaning in Konoha, and the Hashirama Family's decline was a shadow in the hearts of the Konoha people.

In other words, if the First Daime stayed in Konoha for a period of time …

He was already old, and it was time for him to take care of his grandchildren, and it was time for the Naruto's heavy burden to be handed over to the younger generation, especially the young ninja who had rich experience as a Naruto.

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

"No problem."

Tsunade immediately agreed. "Grandpa, are you going to use Kashiwa Moritte to join the family, or change it to Hashirama Kashiwa?"

"…" His granddaughter's decisiveness was quite similar to Hashirama's. Hashirama thought about it. "Kashiwa Moritte, then. If you change it to Hashirama, it'll be too similar to my name."

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 her First Daime grandfather, whom she respected and loved since childhood.

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 with me?"

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."

Someone patted his shoulder. "Is there any problem?"

"There's a question … What is Kotoamatsukami?"

Madara threw the body aside and shook the box full of liquid. The eyeballs soaked in the solution bounced back and forth like rubber balls.

His companion died without a sound. This is a strong enemy.

"— —?!" The Root Ninja reacted quickly and waved his kunai back, trying to distance himself from her.

Uchiha Macula took the initiative to clamp down on Gen Shinobu's movements, grabbed his neck, and pressed him to the ground.

"You haven't said what Kotoamatsukami is, and why can you control Nine Tails?"

"I won't say anything."

The ninja took out the detonation tag from his sleeve with difficulty. As the root, he must not fall into the enemy's hands. They know too much information.

Chi!

The sound of the weapon cutting into flesh.

Gen Shinobu's hands holding the detonation tag fell.

"Now you can make it clear."

Enduring the severe pain, Gen Shinobu knelt on the ground and couldn't remember how to provoke the man in front of him: "Who are you, we should have no grievances."

"No grievances? Didn't you want to kill me?" Madara sneered and looked sideways at the ninja, exposing his face under the moonlight.

Coming from the same soul, Banzi and Uchiha Macula look a little similar, but their temperament is so different that acquaintances can't see the similarities at first glance.

Gen Shinobu is at the peak of Konoha's ninja quality. Before the mission, he had properly checked the target. The information he got from the information on paper made him ignore the sense of dissonance.

Isn't she a woman?

Gen Shinobu looked at Uchiha Macula's face in shock, and his eyes gradually moved down and stared at the flat chest.

"Impossible!" He remembered that the information before clearly said that she was a B-cup …

“.....”

Madara couldn't bear it anymore, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He inserted a Kunai into his shoulder and hung him firmly on the trunk. "Who sent you, and what is Kotoamatsukami?"

Gen Shinobu weakly supported his body and slowed the bleeding of the wound. He stuck out his tongue and smiled bitterly: "It's the Seal of the Tongue, we can't say any information about the mission."

Madara saw the seal with the help of the firelight. The neat and orderly seal on it was far from any kind of curse that is now commonly used in the ninja world. It was a sophisticated science.

It was only fifty or sixty years ago when they built the village, but Konoha had a lot of talents and created a new system of sealing techniques. Madara was a little proud.

Unable to get information through words, for others, they have to find another way, but for Uchiha, it's really not a problem. It's just that Madara's eyes are fading, so he tried to avoid relying too much on the Sharingan.

It's really troublesome.

A dark red light flashed in his dark eyes. After invading Gen Shinobu's consciousness, Uchiha Macula looked down one by one.

His face turned green on the spot.

There was a lot of information.

In short, someone not only wanted to kill him, but also Uchiha.