Konoha: Genocide Night? I Will Stand In The Sky!

Mentally disabled female nerve: ???

Poison Tongue: Madara-san? Madara-san!

Mentally disabled female nerve: It's over, it's over! This guy, won't he hang up? What should we do? What should we do? Read a resurrection spell for him?

Although Akuya has various problems and is not very smart, she is still very kind by nature.

Even though she quarreled with Uchiha Madara from time to time, and was occasionally pissed off by the other party, she never thought about letting Madara die. Anyway, they are also my group of friends. If this really died, it would be too sad.

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Master Akuya, I think your resurrection spell should be useless to the ninja world.

Hairspray Hand Man: Different worlds have different world laws.

Mentally disabled female nerve: Well, what should I do then? How about I try to summon him as a reincarnator? It doesn’t seem to work either, my authority can only be applied to the island nation.

Sand Sculpture Group Owner: Up to now, we can only set up a monument to Madara-san with grief. Then set up ten tables and eight tables of banquets, and invite relatives and friends to have a meal.

Mentally Disabled Female Nervous: Banquet?!

We hold a banquet when the group of friends die? Is there such a custom?

Sand sculpture group owner: This is the only thing we can do for Madara-san, alas. At that time, engrave a ninja revolutionist on his inscription, so that his wish can be fulfilled in another world.

Poisonous Old Fat: Pfft.

Don't want to laugh, but can't help it. God, the ninja world changer, the ninja clown, right! It's just being played as a clown!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Shi Yu-chan, you can’t do this! Our friend Madara-san has just been buried in the ground, and his bones are not cold! You, how can you just laugh out loud like this?

After sending the message, Wu Yue felt a certain hand slide down from her belly very skillfully, which made her startled. He looked up at Kushina who was sitting on his left leg.

This elder sister still had a face as if nothing had happened, staring at the curtain in front of her as if nothing had happened.

hiss.

Wu Yue took a deep breath immediately, and began to climb the rock with her palm along her waist. After a while, her pretty face began to flush. She turned her head slightly and gave him a blank look.

That look was not angry, but provocative.

Good guy, Wu Yue couldn't bear it anymore. The intensity began to increase, and Kushina's body could be clearly felt to vibrate unconsciously.

This also made Konan who was sitting on Wu Yue's other leg feel something. Turning his head with a little doubt, his whole face gradually turned blood red. In a panic, I didn't dare to look any more.

Poisonous Old Fat: I just laughed, not like someone.........Have you already used a special way to celebrate?

So, how on earth did she know?

Wu Yue felt that this was so amazing, did this Shi Yu-chan really have a telepathic connection with her? No! She obviously didn't feel that way, so it was one-sided?

Thinking this way in her heart, it is impossible for Yinyue to admit: What are you talking about? I don’t understand at all!

Poisonous old man: Heh.

Crash.

On the screen, the surging tide began to dissipate.

Shisui stood with his feet in the air, his wings waving slowly. The pair of eagle eyes stared at the sea level, and said softly: "Did you use Cero to offset my damage at the critical moment? You really deserve to be Uchiha Madara in Legendary."

Uchiha Madara, with wet hair, slowly emerged from the horizon, in a mess. The clothes on his upper body were torn apart, only a few strands of cloth remained, and he was holding the handle of the knife in his right hand.

Mentally disabled female nerve: Huh? You are not dead?

Poison-tongued old man: As expected of Madara-san!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: I knew that nothing would happen to us Madara-san, after all, this is Madara-san! The future of the ninja world depends on him, how could he just let go?

Mentally disabled female nerve: But didn't you just prepare the inscription and banquet?

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Madara-san! Chong Duck!

Mentally disabled female nerve: Hey, don't ignore me!

Uchiha Madara didn't care about the quarrel of the group members, he just stared at Shisui in the sky.

How many years ago, how many years has he Uchiha Madara not felt this way?

Even when facing Senju Hashirama back then, he was at least 50/50 with the opponent instead of being beaten like a dog like he is now.

I can't stand it, I can't stand this kind of thing!

The anger in Uchiha Madara's heart rolled, and the air pressure around her body began to twist and compress sharply. The sea level under the feet was windless and automatic, and the sea water violently separated towards the two sides, forming a huge Uzumaki with a diameter of hundreds of meters.

Poisonous Old Fat: Wow, Madara-san is planning to return to blade? Looking forward to it!

Mentally disabled female nerves: Heh heh, let me show you what your return to blade form looks like!

Wu Yue and Aizen didn't send a message, but they were all staring at the live broadcast room in front of them.

choke.

The blade of Uchiha Madara hanging from his waist was pulled out, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, and caressing the blade with his left hand. His face was solemn and his eyes were sharp.

Mentally disabled female nerve: Huh? The guy with red eyes... what is that on your chest?

Akuya sent a message out of the blue, and the aura of Uchiha Madara was released immediately.

Under the watchful eyes of so many people, he did not maintain his posture of preparing to return to the blade, but instead pulled the rags on his body, as if trying to cover his chest. But because the movement range was too large, the cloth strip was directly torn apart with a "々嗤啦".

The chest, which was half-hidden before, was suddenly exposed.

Sand Sculpture Group Leader:?

Poisonous old fat:?

Mentally disabled female nerves: this, (well done) this is?!

The man with the hairspray hand: ………

Uchiha Madara was holding half of the cloth and was stunned in place, with a very stiff expression. His face was blue and white for a while, changing constantly.

Stretching out his hand tremblingly, he wanted to cover his chest, but he seemed to feel that doing so was a bit too deliberate, so he could only pretend to be nonchalant and bowed back.

But this is obviously trying to cover up the truth, and it has no effect at all.

mentally handicapped female nerves: my god, my god!

Poisonous Old Fatty: Unexpectedly, it can still be like this?

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: It’s unimaginable, it’s really unimaginable! This wave is so magically operated, okay, how did Madara find you?!

All the team members were staring at Uchiha Madara's chest in the live broadcast room, a Hashirama face wearing a White bone mask was lying there quietly, very eye-catching!