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Five kilometers north of the Kingdom of Fire, within the territory of the Kingdom of Sichuan, late at night.

The battle between Masahiko and Madara has lasted for several hours.

At this time, on the battlefield, apart from the giant trees covering the sky and the sun, there are also slowly melting icebergs and flowing lava...

Masahiko used all the Blood Successor Limits once, and no one is more suitable for trying moves than Madara who is close to the full power.

"It's faster to get familiar with in battle than to practice hard..." Masahiko muttered, and frowned again, "Half used up Chakra, it's time to end the battle, and I'm almost familiar with all kinds of blood succession limits."

In mid-air, two wooden dragons were pecking at each other, and the wooden dragon on Masahiko's side suddenly shattered.

"Old guy! Is it finally dead?" Madara said loudly.

Facing the wooden dragon that was swooping towards him at an extremely fast speed, Masahiko clenched his fist with his right hand, and Chakra condensed his palms, "Yakusami Sky Strike!"

In the direction of Masahiko's punching, countless punching shadows pierced the air, not only the wooden dragon was shattered, but all the trees were also emptied.

"Xingkong...have you been fighting for so long?"

Masahiko used all kinds of blood successors so much, he didn't pay attention to the time at all, and because the top of his head was covered by trees, he didn't know that it was already dark.

After stretching his muscles and bones, Masahiko looked at Madara, "It's getting dark, I feel a little hungry, stop beating me, let me send you back, are you hungry too?"

"Oh, no, how could a dead person be hungry?" Masahiko thought thoughtfully.

"Old guy! You have no chance to eat your next meal! After fighting for so long, your chakra should not be much!"

"Fire Escape - Extinguish the mighty fire!"

Masahiko looked up and made the same seal, "Huo Dun-Huo Huo Quen!"

The same fire tunnels collided together in this place full of trees, and the scattered flames instantly ignited a raging fire.

When Madara released the fire escape, he thought this way: Anyway, the reincarnation of the dirty soil is not afraid of death, and lighting the fire can also bring a little trouble to the old.

When Masahiko released the fire escape, he thought this way: the battle between me and Madara,

It can't be turned into greening for the country of the river, let's set it on fire...

So Madara looked at the raging flames and was confused for a while.

However, this was exactly what he wanted, and he made a seal again, "Fire escape - the art of the dragon's fire!"

At this time, Masahiko's thoughts have not changed, and he also made a seal, "Fire escape - the art of fire of the dragon!"

Seeing the two fire dragons fighting each other, Masahiko's brain circuit suddenly became disordered, "I can use most of the ninjutsu and blood succession limit now, and I can use whatever ninjutsu other people use in the future, maybe I can make a copy Ninja Sharingan... the name of Masahiko Danfengyan."

The heat from the flames interrupted Masahiko's wild thoughts. Looking around, seeing the fire spreading, Masahiko nodded in satisfaction.

"Madara, it's almost time to end the battle!"

"Old man, don't talk big! You should be thinking about how to escape now! There is only one advantage of this technique, that is, the caster is immortal, and my chakra is almost infinite, and it is immortal! Although you are a mess There are many techniques, but as long as your bone spurs do not touch me, you will be finished sooner or later!"

After listening to Madara's victory declaration, Masahiko shook his head with a smile.

"Madara, you forgot one thing, is it because you have been dead for a long time and you will lose your memory?"

Madaraichi frowned, Masahiko smiled and said, "Immortal mode - ON! Immortal method - Fist the size of a sandbag!"

"asshole!"

...

Ten minutes later, Masahiko sighed as he watched Madara's slowly disintegrating body.

"It's not enough to fight, not enough to fight. My Eight Dunjia is useless, so you can't do it. I hope to have a chance to see you next time, and then you will be stronger."

The same scene, almost the same words, but Madara didn't speak again.

He is very tired now, and suddenly has no confidence in his resurrection...

"Ten-tails, damn old guy, if I have a chance to become Ten-tailed Jinchuriki, I must..." Thinking of this, Madara returned to the underworld.

"Hey, the happy time is over again. I don't know when will be the next time I'll hit the 'Madara' with a sandbag. Sure enough, I still have to find Orochimaru?"

The repulsion around Masahiko's body has been turned on all the time, because the surroundings have turned into a sea of ​​flames.

A few flashes flew out of the flames, and Masahiko realized that the sky had turned pale.

"This fight lasted for six or seven hours... It's been a long time since I've had such a good time."

Separated several shadow clones, set up a formation seal to prevent the fire from spreading unrestrictedly, and Masahiko dodged back.

In another hour, the place where he and Madara fought will automatically turn into a piece of scorched earth, and all traces will be wiped away... He has mastered countless kinds of news about the blood succession limit and does not want others to know it for the time being.

"By the way, where did Danzo go?" Masahiko frowned, and he had so much fun with Madara that he forgot about Danzo.

Looking at the space, Danzo's coat is still there. With this clothes, you can find Danzo with the fat cat that belongs to the dog.

"Go back to Konoha first!"

Masahiko disappeared in a flash.

...

In Muye Village, on the street.

Masahiko walked slowly.

It was still early at this time, there were few pedestrians on the street, and Hirizhan probably wasn't in Hokage's office either.

Masahiko wandered towards the Thousand Hands Clan.

He wanted to see what the child with the same name as him looked like, and whether he was half as handsome as his ancestor.

If not, change your name!

Masahiko noticed Fat Cat's Chakra fluctuations before he reached the Thousand Hands Clan's land.

Looking to the side, it is a two-story residential house. In addition to the fat cat, you can also feel the weak chakra fluctuations every day.

With a flash, Masahiko appeared in Tiantian's room. After all, she is only a six-year-old girl, and there is no need for Masahiko to shy away from it...

At this time, Tian Tian hadn't gotten up yet, and Fat Cat was sleeping beside her pillow.

"We get along well."

As if smelling Masahiko's smell, the fat cat opened its cat's eyes, glanced lazily at Masahiko, and went back to sleep.

There was a meaning in the eyes, "I don't want you, you unreliable slave!"

Masahiko smiled and shook his head, with the Wind Attribute Chakra circulating in his hand, he lightly cut the cat's paw, took a drop of blood, and disappeared in place.

"Meow?!"

"Huh? Fat cat, what's wrong with you?" Tian Tian opened his eyes and turned his head to look, "Ah! Why are you bleeding!"

The fat cat looked at Tiantian with a dazed expression, holding its cat paws, and took the bleeding place into his mouth, and only let go after the blood stopped.

"Okay, okay, it doesn't hurt. Obediently, fat cat, sleep a little longer."

"Meow~ Meow's blood can't be drunk indiscriminately!"

Masahiko fed it with various tonics for five years.

Its blood... is especially nourishing.

On Konoha Street, Masahiko also cut his wrist, took out the blood, and controlled the fusion of two drops of blood.

"Psychic Blood Pact - Knot!"

After finishing, Masahiko breathed a sigh of relief.

"When it's useful, it's psychic, and when it's useless, let Tiantian help... shoveling shit."

"I'm such a genius!"

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