People Are in Naruto, Start Dancing by Grabbing Madara's Neck

After Hashirama safely returned to the clan, he thought he had escaped the spread of the war, but learned that his youngest brother Wajian died at the hands of Uchiha and the Yuyi clan.

He froze in place for a moment, staring at his father with blank eyes.

Dusk put away the long thread full of sadness, and stared at the earth with black pupils.

There was mourning everywhere, but there was a group of people watching the direction of another group of people alone in the dim light.

In the Buddha room, the pillar room, the door room, and the board room, the father and son stood in a row, and in front of them was a coffin engraved with the seal of the thousand-hand clan.

——that is the coffin among the dead tiles.

There is a whole row of coffins side by side with Wajian, and many Qianshou clansmen are filling it with numb expressions.

"Woo... woo..."

The young brother Itama couldn't control his sadness, he kept wiping his tears with one hand, and his body was also twitching slightly.

"It's time to thank God for recovering part of the body..."

Fojian's eyes seemed a little dull, and no matter how ruthless a father was, he would fluctuate when he saw his son's corpse.

It's just that the war years did not allow him to have too much time to be sentimental:

"The enemies this time are not only the Yuyi clan, but also the Uchiha... We must not show mercy to them."

Fojian said in a deep voice, he was quickly adjusting his emotions, turning sadness into hatred, and hatred into motivation to fight against those hateful guys!

Standing next to him, Hashirama couldn't bear it anymore, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, grief burst from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't help asking:

"Wa Jian is only seven years old, this kind of dispute!"

Hashirama turned his head towards his father, unwilling, confused, sad, angry, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, so he couldn't help but shouted at his father:

"How long will this dispute last?!"

Fojian didn't seem to care about his son talking to him like this, and said in a very firm and indifferent tone:

"Until all enemies cease to exist!"

Dusk seemed to be a little vicissitudes in the Buddha's room, and the criss-crossing wrinkles on his face became more obvious. He didn't look at Zhujian, but continued to talk about his ultimate goal:

"It's not easy to create a world without strife."

Hashirama lowered his head, clenched his fists, shaking due to excessive force, his hair covered his eyes, and also covered the coffin in his vision. Instead, his tone became calm, and he asked his father:

"Even at the expense of the child?"

Fojian suddenly opened his eyes and widened his eyes. He finally looked at Zhujian, but there was a trace of anger in his eyes looking at Zhujian.

"Snapped!"

Fojian snorted, turned around and punched Hashirama in the face fiercely. With one punch, Hashirama fell to the ground. The latter covered his face and looked at his father unwillingly.

Fojian seemed to be very angry. He withdrew his hand from hitting Zhujian, and yelled at Zhujian who was lying on the ground:

"You are not allowed to insult Wa Jian! He died in battle as a ninja in his own right! He is not a child!"

Enduring the pain on his face, Zhu Jian looked at his stubborn father with a complicated expression.

After the other party finished roaring, he didn't intend to continue, shaking his scarred red armor, turned around and prepared to leave.

But Hashirama stood up again, and yelled at his father's back to question:

"Isn't this just a group of adults forcing a child to death? What kind of independent ninja! Such a ninja world is definitely a mistake!"

Hashirama's face was covered with dust, and half of his face was still bruised, but this did not affect his release of his incomprehension and dissatisfaction in the slightest.

Slowly zooming out, Hashirama seemed to say something again.The angry Buddha yelled loudly and wanted to turn around and hit Hashirama, but was blocked by Toikama.

Tobima and Hashirama had firm expressions, while the young Itamama still had tears in the corners of his eyes, looking blankly at his father and the two older brothers who were confronting each other.

Fojian carefully looked at Zhujian and Feijian, finally put down his raised fist, sighed, and finally turned and left.

The sun slowly set on the top of the mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected the earth magnificently, and also lengthened their slanting shadows.

Some thought that had been buried for a long time completely broke out at this moment.

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the other side.

Lu Chuan was walking in the forest of the Land of Fire, holding a stone picked up from the stream in his hand.

He was surrounded by trees, and the woods became a bit dark at dusk, making it difficult for him to tell the direction.

So he put the stone into his pocket, and clapped his hands together:

"Wood Dun·Wood Dragon Technique!"

boom--! ! !

A huge wooden dragon emerged from Lu Chuan's feet, and its orange color with chakras was very bright in the dark evening, like two big lanterns.

Lu Chuan stepped on the wooden dragon's head and asked the wooden dragon under his feet to raise his head as high as possible so that he could look into the distance and distinguish the direction.

There is no accurate map showing the location of the Iron Country in the original book, but it can be guessed in which direction he is based on his climate and landforms.

After looking around, Lu Chuan fixed his sight on the three blurred mountain shadows in the distance.