After finishing the training, Lu Sheng and Zhiri walked slowly towards the tribe along the forest path.

The morning light of spring slowly rises from the horizon, jumps over the branches, shining on the newly reborn Konoha Hidden Village.

The golden sunlight shone on Jiri's shoulders, and the purple hair draped behind his shoulders was stained with shining light.

The familiar scene made Lu Sheng a little dizzy, and the dusty memories in his mind began to wake up.

Uchihajiri.

Just like a kaleidoscope similar to a clover, there are two short knives around the waist of purple hair.

Isn't this the founder of Isanami.

Lu Sheng felt bad in an instant and began to think randomly. The world line would not be tied to him.

Jiri pulled down the hair that was a little hot in his ear, turned his bright pupils, looked at the white face of the boy beside him in surprise and said softly: "It must be when he was disarming, the hilt of the knife twisted his hand tendons, let me see it."

Without saying anything, Jiri pulled the boy's right hand, lowered his head and stroked his fingers through his meridians and carefully examined it.

He held the back of the boy's hand with his left hand, feeling the warmth coming, and his index finger with his right hand was swimming along the meridians and felt everything was normal, and his eyes were full of doubts.

It seems...this position is too intimate.

Jiri, who was dyed with red glow on his cheeks, slowly moved his fingers away without moving, turned around and took a deep breath, and said calmly, "It's nothing serious, go quickly."

After coming back to his senses, Lu Sheng followed the girl's footsteps and walked on the streets of the clan. The crowd gathered from their homes along the way were walking in the same direction with them.

Something is wrong.

There is no reason why so many people will gather during this period of time.

Lu Sheng was about to ask the girl around him.

A quick shout in front attracted his attention, and the somewhat reckless boy walked backwards through the crowd.

Uchiha Jim calmed down her body, breathing in fresh air with her chest slightly undulating and panting, "The clan school has been cancelled today, and the clan meeting will be held later."

"Is it a gathering at the entrance of the village?"

The unknown Zhiri looked at him curiously.

Lu Sheng also knew that he had lost his words and changed his words: "Is it okay to just follow the crowd?"

Uchiha nodded and signaled them to keep up.

At the clan conference, the conference room in the Uchiha tribe where ninjas are usually held cannot accommodate so many people.

The conference venue was chosen on a vast flat ground, and the simple wooden platform built temporarily was visible at a glance. It was correct here.

When Lu Sheng and the others arrived, their eyes were filled with Uchiha robe with flame fan printed on them.

On the left side of the line, Lei waved his right hand at them with a smile on his face.

After looking at each other, Baru and Lu Sheng on the side looked at each other, they turned their heads in disappointment and whispered something to Na Ke.

In the crowd, Lu Sheng saw at a glance that the mother-in-law with silver silk on her head was shaking her fan and chatting with the second uncle.

The number of tribe members on the rear streets is getting smaller and smaller.

Seeing that the number of people was almost the same, Uchiha Madara climbed the wooden platform with steady steps and stared at the tribesmen below without anger.

Lu Sheng could clearly see that the mirror and Lei around him were filled with a heartfelt worship feeling in his eyes.

The spots are moving.

He slowly took out the note from behind and held it in his hand. His left eye, which was exposed under his long hair, looked solemn.

It would be a must-have to ask him to publish an inspiring declaration on the battlefield, but this is the first time he has participated in this kind of thing, and he should be careful to treat every word written on the note.

Everyone listened quietly with their breath, the current Uchiha clan leader declared war on the Qianshou clan.

Madara finished reading the manuscript written by Fire Core and Shina, staring at the cheering crowd expressionlessly.

He keenly discovered that someone in the crowd looked the same as him.

Um.

He is worthy of being his disciple. He can maintain this state of mind even when facing a big battle. He will definitely have great potential.

Jiri showed an excited look, and his eyes turned to see the boy's calm appearance. He thought that the square dance that was popular among the whole clan was his proposal, and that was not surprising that he must have expected today's scene.

It's so amazing, Lu Sheng, the girl sighed sincerely from the bottom of her heart.

The endless cheers came into my mind. Lu Sheng, who was trying to keep the wind and light, had already felt refreshed inside. Why did he hear someone shouting, "We have to recast Uchiha Glory." That was why the joke he once told Madara was spread.

With Madara's wave of his hand, the noisy crowd instantly quieted down.

Then the mother-in-law, who was shaking the fan, stepped onto the stage and was about to hand the note in her hand to the clan leader, but was interrupted by the lively shouts below.

The crowd with headbands in front of him raised the round fan in his hand and waved it.

"Chi Li!Chi Li!Chi Li!"

The voices that are no longer young are stained with the breath of youth, and the rhythmic shouts are full of fanaticism, which makes people return to their youthful era, the Warring States Period full of blood and tears.

Lu Sheng clearly identified behind the crowd that his second uncle was shaking the flag and shouting. Is there any mistake? Why did his mother-in-law become the most popular among the middle-aged and elderly people?

The mother-in-law, who was called, waved the fan shyly, covering her face but could not cover her smiling eyes. She handed the list in her hand to Madara and turned around and left.

The lively wooden platform returned to quiet again, leaving only the voice of Madara chanting the list. These names are so familiar to them that they have caught all the people they know.

Uchiha Eiki, who was named, looked at each other excitedly in the crowd.

Just as Madara was about to say something, the ninja who came in an instant muttered a few words in his ear.

Madara curled the corners of her mouth, looked into the village with fighting spirit, waved her right hand and said aloud: "The Sarutobi clan and the Shimura clan have also participated in the battle! But they have no hope, and victory will eventually belong to the Uchiha clan!"

"That's right!" The Great Elder Uchiha Huoki walked onto the stage and responded loudly, waved his hands, and the tribe members holding various musical instruments walked onto the stage.

After the musical instrument group stood up, Huo Ku clapped his hands and said, "The clan association can be disbanded, and the clan leader pointed it at the name of the clan leader."

The excitement gradually dissipated.

Lu Sheng sighed at Lei, who was overjoyed, and walked towards the queue.

"Brother, you shouldn't agree to them." Tobirama sat on the table, pressing his hands on the table, and said with a serious look on his face.

"Well, it's better than Mai." Hashirama felt nothing, and looked at the rules on the paper with full enthusiasm and said, "In terms of neatness and dance posture, who have we, the Thousand Hands clan, have we ever been afraid of?"

"I'm not worried about this." Tobirama jumped out of the table helplessly, pulled over the chair, took the paper and said, "There are too many loopholes. Ninja has infinite possibilities."

"But the rules have been released." Hashimara, who reacted, said hurriedly.

Tobirama waved his hand and said that there was no big problem. As the deputy dancer, his main responsibility was to pay attention to the elder brother, and not to get too excited. He directly opened the Wood Escape and summoned the Buddha, making the hard-earned newly built village a mess.

"So what about Sarutobi and Shimura?"
Chapter completed!