Konoha’s 50 Years

　　At the same time, somewhere deep underground in this world of ninja, an old man leaned on a huge wooden seat.

　　 His hair is completely white, all scattered behind his back, wearing a black robe, eyes closed.

　　 This area is shrouded in darkness.

　　 In the darkness, the ground seemed to be slowly twisting, and finally a pure white creature with two brown hairs came out.

　　 The old man opened his eyes and saw that they were circles of purple ripples. It makes people feel immersed in it.

　　 There is a huge human form in a huge space. The human figure has nine eyes, the color and body are like dead wood, and there are ten columnar protrusions behind it.

　　 Various white creatures are hanging on the figure.

　　 It’s just that each one is very similar to the original Hokage.

　　 "Master Madara, the letter has been delivered." Spiral said to the old man.

　　 "Yeah." The old man nodded.

　　 "The kid Oshemaru sent the letter to Konoha. The third generation of Hokage has sent Tsunade and Oshemaru to investigate." Another white creature said.

　　 "It was in my expectation. Although Sarutobi's mouth is full of the kind of benevolence between the pillars, he is actually very hypocritical in his bones."

　　 "Plus the insidious rat generation from Shimura next to him, they will definitely not give up this gold mine." The old man said lightly.

　　 "Master Madara, why do you want to inform Konoha, wouldn't it be okay to let the country of rain dig it away?" Spiral face asked.

　　 "Yeah, didn't you say that you hate Konoha?"

　　 "I just have a little fun for myself. It's like a little dessert after a meal." The old man replied casually.

　　 "Master Madara, I have a question for you."

　　 The white creature suddenly became serious.

　　 "What's the problem?" Madara looked at the other party seriously, thinking that it was something terrific.

　　 "What is dessert. You were a human before, but now you are like me. You don't need to eat or drink anymore. Then you should know what dessert is. You will feel uncomfortable after eating it?"

　　"..."

　　 The old man ignored the some escaped clones.

　　 He sighed softly, "Since the last Ninja World War, the five great nations have been too calm, like stagnant water."

　　 "After the pillars died, I was boring to the extreme."

　　 "Nothing makes me excited. I just hope that the so-called five major countries will not let me down this time." The old man curled his lips.

　　 "Will this start a war?" said the spiral face.

　　 "You are not a human being, but a clone made by me. Is there anyone who talks to his master like this?" The old man hummed softly.

　　 "You said you hate war." The spiral face was a little aggrieved.

　　 "........."

　　 "I don't like war, but I did not initiate this war."

　　 "At best, I just added some foreplay to this war. This gold mine is like a lubricant. I just make all the participants less rigid, so that everyone is excited about it."

　　 "For me, this is just a game. A game that pleases me, nothing more."

　　 Looking at the white clone in front of him, the old man said a little bit more rarely.

　　 "Forget it, why tell you these things. You don't understand these things."

　　 "You are not the pillar room, you are just a clone of him. If the pillar room is here, you can definitely understand what I'm talking about. Only with him can I get excited." The old man said with regret.

　　 "Alas, the seeds of this war have been planted long ago. The establishment of the one village, one country system between the pillars planted the seeds."

　　 "To protect peace, this self-interested will will cause war. To protect love, war will occur. This is a causal relationship and cannot be divided. No one can avoid it."

"Between the pillars, you can't see the reality. And the eyes that I have combined with you can see the reality for you. I see that the new order you have established is still unsatisfactory." The old man touched. Own eyes.

　　 "The longer I live, the more I feel that in reality there is only pain and loneliness."

　　 "I am really lonely without you." The old man sighed.

　　 "My lord, do you have a good relationship with the original Hokage?" another white creature asked.

　　 Spiral face wanted to cover his mouth, but it was too late.

　　 "Can't say good. How to put it, it should be very special. I feel that I know him in the past life."

　　 "At that time, one of my younger brothers had just died in battle. Between disappointment and despair, I was endlessly sad for a small setback." The old man fell into memories.

　　 "Then I met the pillars. It was he who warmed me. The pillars told me that even if I have been injured, even if I have been disappointed, we still have to stick to our patience."

　　 "However, I think he is very hypocritical. Forbearance cannot bring us spiritual comfort. What was once lost is still lost."

　　 "So later..." the old man kept talking.

　　 "Here again. As long as this old man enters this state, he can't stop between the pillars and between the pillars." Spiral face said helplessly.

　　 After half an hour, the old man finally got a little tired.

He paused, "I really didn't expect that I would have such an old day. If it weren't for this outside golem..." The old man laughed again~www.novelmtl.com~ just in that smile, slightly The meaning of desolation.

　　 "How about Nagato."

　　 the old man asked, in the darkness, he seemed to slowly close his eyes.

　　 "Everything is normal. They have settled down in the country of rain. The memory of the child's parents about Uchio Village has been sealed."

　　 The old man nodded.

　　 "What about the Uchiha clan. I asked you to keep monitoring the Uchiha clan and look for some interesting children. How is it?"

　　 "You are an old man, why are you so interested in children. Can't we?"

　　 The old man snorted dissatisfiedly

　　 "Uh, I recently discovered a very interesting child." Spiral face found that the old man was angry, and quickly replied.

"You said."

　　 "That kid is Uchiha Kyoka's son."

　　 "Uchiha Mirror?" The old man stood up, and he held his scythe of verdict, known as the **** of death.

"let me see."

　　 "Mirror, I remember that child. It is indeed very good. I once thought about making him my successor. Unfortunately, he became that person's disciple." The old man showed disgust.

　　 "That person is Senjukan, the second generation of Hokage?" the white figure asked.

"Yeah... an extremely annoying guy... but he died a long time ago. And he died very miserably." The old voice laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder, but it seemed that it was because of him. Is indeed too old, laughed a little quickly, and immediately coughed violently.

　　 "Master Madara, are you okay?"

　　 "It's okay."

　　 "By the way, who owns the pair of kaleidoscopes in the mirror..."

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