The warm sun penetrates the floating clouds and sprinkles on the branches, and the mottled tree shadows sway slightly on the earth.

Uchiha Risheng, who was standing on the bench in the Uchiha clan, stretched out his tiny arms and tiptoed to the already-drawn fan on the wall.

The white pigment was evenly applied to the handle of the flame ball fan, and Uchiha Ritsu couldn't help but sigh at the endless wall.

The Great Elder's Fire Core is really strict. He just beat Lei and Baru. Na Ke to the clan competition and punished him for applying paint to the newly built western courtyard wall of the clan land alone and all the shanks of the flame ball fan handles.

Standing on the bench, you can see other ethnic areas that are chanting loud slogans not far away.

Lu Sheng carefully recalled when he was chatting with Zhili and talked about the newly joined family in the village.

It should be the Sarutobi family and the Shimura family.

Sarutobi Hizawa and Shimura Danzo should have been born.

No, Jingdu is his age.

Lu Sheng carefully recalled that they were from the same era.

Looking over there with a thrill of vigor, Monkey, the pot king must not let him down.

Without any notice, Lu Sheng rubbed the paint on his waist when he was on his hip, proudly looked at the fan handle that had been painted on his left and jumped off the bench happily, carrying the small stool in his left hand and walking along the base of the wall with white dye in his right hand.

He has been in this world for five years, and once shouted "Are you here in the system?"

There was no reaction in the body.

It doesn’t matter if the Uchiha clan members are my fate... I’m...ah! It’s better to be low-key. The world is in chaos, and it’s better to be cautious before the kaleidoscope is opened.

In particular, Tomoma, who named a certain Qianye clan, had all the water escapes in the water, which were all used to restrain Uchiha.

His eye-opening method seems to be different from other Uchiha people.

It seems that he does not need to be stimulated by strong emotional stimulation to produce special chakra, and it is fed back to the visual nerve to open the Sharingan. Within five years, he naturally opened the single magata by chance.

The sudden sound of footsteps scared the birds watching on the wall. Lu Sheng stopped his movements and looked at the man wearing Uchiha's unique turtleneck robe and slowly walked towards him with a red paint bucket.

"Class leader." Lu Sheng said respectfully.

Uchiha Madara, whose left eye was exposed under her long hair seemed a little unhappy: "Call me teacher."

"Okay, patriarch."

It was here again, Madara helplessly held the paint bucket and looked at the little devil in front of him. This routine was one of his favorite things to play with.

"Is the teacher here to help?"

Lu Sheng stood on the bench and applied the fan handle in front of him and asked softly.

"This village now has a name, it was chosen by the teacher!" Uchiha Madara, who was in a good mood, applied bright red paint to the fan, with a little pride in her tone.

"Is Konoha Hidden Village? It's such a catchy name." Lu Sheng responded seriously, glanced at him and found something and teased: "The teacher has painted it wrong, and the bottom of the separated fan is white."

Uchiha Madara was caught off guard and sighed, "Well, that's it, the bright red looks pretty good."

"Then is the teacher going to become the leader of the village?" Lu Sheng, who was standing on the bench, raised his head and asked.

Uchiha Madara looked down at the disciples beside him. His appearance similar to Izuna made him a little dazed. He silently applied the flame fan and replied: "Maybe."

"So has the teacher figured out how to plan the development of the village?"

"Not yet..." Uchiha Madara opened her mouth and responded pausedly.

He really didn't consider what he would do after becoming the leader. It seemed that he couldn't fight around like before. After all, the ninja tribes around him were all reunited.

"Since all the ninja tribes are together, our Uchiha tribe should set an example and propose to build a place similar to the clan's studies that allows all ninja tribes to come to learn, and there is also..." Lu Sheng put down his brush and pointed at Madara with his fingers and said: "A place where people concentrate on treating daily wounded and sick people, the village patrolls the security forces everywhere, and also a place where people identify spies from other forces."

"Can you be punished by that guy from Fire Core and want to tear down the entire Uchiha clan school."

Uchiha Madara, who grabbed the point, squatted down and poked the boy's forehead with his hands with his hands.

"It hurts!" Lu Sheng touched his forehead, as if he was subjected to some great grievance and protested, "What, the teacher's focus should be behind!"

“These suggestions seem familiar.”

Uchiha Madara hugged her arms and pondered. They often encountered these suggestions during wars, but they didn't expect that they would be summarized by the little guy Lu Sheng.

"Teacher, Hashirama is here to find you."

Lu Sheng nodded his mouth to Uchiha Madara, took the paint bucket from his hand and consciously made room for them, and moved the small stool to the other side of the wall.

"Maru go to the street together?"

Chiju Hashirama, wearing casual clothes, stood under the shade of the tree and suggested.

Madara nodded and looked at Lu Sheng apologetically, followed his steps and walked outside the Uchiha tribe.

"What you just said is what you often say about Lu Sheng." Hashima said to his friends around him.

"Well, no matter what aspect he is, he is very good. He is very talented in ninjutsu and physical skills, and he even opens the Sharingan." Uchiha Madara looked at Hashimara with admiration, and admired his topic.

"It's because he is similar to Izuna, I'm sorry!" Hashimara, who suddenly fell into depression with a black line on his forehead, lowered his head and apologized.

The scene in the village on the familiar high slope was clear at a glance. Uchiha Madara smiled and complained: "Have you not cured your bad habit of being depressed at any time? Do you still remember the conversation we had here before?"

"Is it Yingyan's business? I know they will beautify you at that time!" Hashimara Haruka looked at the busy tribes of the forest sea and said softly.

"No!" Uchiha Madara denies loudly: "It's about clanology."

"Classic?" Hashimara looked at him curiously.

"Now that the Sarutobi and Shimura clans join us, there will definitely be other families after we join. So we should not provide them with a place to learn together. If each family is still teaching in tribes, then what is the difference from before?" After processing, Uchiha Madara said what he thought was.

"Very good advice, Madara is indeed the best candidate for Naruto! Then let Senju and Uchiha set an example together."

Hashirama smiled at Madara, happy that he had not seen the wrong person, so that the village should go further and further with their joint efforts.

"besides!"

With a cold face, Uchiha Madara responded with a smile.

"Is there any more? It seems that I have really put my mind on it!" Hashirama sat on the stone and prepared to listen carefully to his friend's next topic.

"Are you mocking me for being as stupid as you? Hashirama."

Hashima, who was depressed again, looked down at the ground with his head down: "I'm sorry."

"Well."

Madara, who was accustomed to this, sat beside him, looking up at the blue sky with white clouds of various forms floating in the azure sky. As the leader of the Uchiha clan, he still has the ability to learn from it, adding many details to Lu Sheng's shallow thoughts.

The place to treat the wounded is a hospital, and security can be divided into internal and external; internal and external can be roughly divided into management of the daily affairs of ninjas and managing ordinary people.

It involves spies who can identify other forces among ninjas and civilians, reconnaissance of enemy situations and assassination to deal with some shameful things.

"Did Madara think of these?"

Senju Hashirama carefully chewed the various ideas that Madara said, some of which coincided with Tobirama.

"It was based on the ideas of the terrestrial students." Banyan, who was lying on the ground, said leisurely.

"I decided to accept him as my disciple." Hashimara suddenly turned to the side and said.

"?" Bann, who was shrouded in shadow, widened his eyes and refused: "You can't steal my disciple!"

"After the Ninja School is completed, it is not impossible for two people to teach one together." Hashima, who turned his body, continued with a thrilling look: "Such an excellent junior must be well trained!"

Lu Sheng, carrying an empty pigment bucket, didn't know that he had been appointed by Hashima now.

Knowing this may make Hashirama spare him, he has been tortured by Madara's hands.

For five years, he lived happily under the nurturing of his mother-in-law. Until he went to Uchiha's cemetery, the Sharingan opened when he was just seen by Madara. From then on, his happy life was far away from him.

Even if Madara controls his strength at the same age during training, his muscle reaction, who is at his peak, is not so easy to control.

During the physical training of single magma Yu and single magma Yu, the mainland students were covered in bruises every time.

Although the Uchiha family has special medicines and can recover as before the next day, his small body will never withstand the torture of the legend of the Uchiha clan.

Putting the pigment bucket in the storage room of the clan, Lu Sheng quietly walked in the corridor, ready to walk home.

"Wait a minute, Uchiha Lusheng."

There was a noisy sound behind me, and the rapid footsteps rang through the corridor. The sound of footsteps on the wooden boards could be judged as a group of children.

Lu Sheng turned around helplessly and looked at them, with a smile on his childish face: "What's wrong?"

"nothing!"

Uchiha Lei, who was a little short, took a step back slightly and denied.

Uchiba Baru, who had a blue eye, pushed him, took a step forward with anger for his incompetence, and said loudly: "We are continuing to challenge you!"

"That's right, right!"

Uchiha Naka, who brushed the pillar and nodded, agreed.

"Where is the mirror?" Lu Sheng walked forward and asked softly.

The three in front of him were all scared back. After some pushing, Lei was pushed forward and trembled and said, "Jing is following Sister Zhili to learn clan history."

Lu Sheng, who remembered something bad to recall, suppressed his trembling right hand and asked them: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Not afraid!" Uchiba Baru protected Lei behind him and said passionately: "It's nothing more than physical pain."

"What about now."

They saw clearly when they were lying together to keep warm. They looked at their eyes quietly in the corridor. The neat wooden boards as clean as mirrors were reflected with a ghostly black magma, which was the Sharingan.

"Go and practice quickly. Next time, the clan is more looking forward to your challenge." Lu Sheng, who closed the Sharingan, walked up and patted their shoulders, turned around and walked towards home.

"Now, Baru, are we going to train?" Na Ke said as he looked at the boy's departure back.

"Of course!" Baru, who wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, hugged Lei's shoulder and boosted his morale: "Next time, the clan must make Lu Sheng look better!"

"But there are two people who can't beat now, Jiri's eldest sister and Lu Sheng." Lei, who broke free from his arms, said weakly.

"Shut up!!!"
Chapter completed!