In the evening, in the wind and the valley, the wind screamed, and the green grass around was swayed. Under the strong wind, Masahiko’s broad robe was whistling...
Thousands of people from the Thousand Hands tribe gathered on the wide plain, staring at the front, their clothes clinging to their bodies under the strong wind. It's just that they are wearing a thousand hands close-fitting armor, and their clothes are tight-fitting, which is more conducive to fighting on the battlefield. It is completely different from the wide and hated robe worn by Masahiko.
The room on the side reluctantly covered his forehead, "Second Grandpa, what are you doing? Can your clothes be used for battle?"
Masahiko glanced at him, "You don't understand, your elder brother told me to hide in the Thousand Arms Army. How concealed is this dress."
Looking back, three little figures standing in the line wearing the same clothes, their mouths twitched, "A fool can't see that there is a problem with the four of you..." But for this second grandfather, he really didn't. The only way is to stare at the pillars, thinking that my eldest brother has made a bad idea.
I ignored the pillars, and glanced lightly, the weeds had grown extremely high, covering the dark brown ground underneath.
More than ten years ago, Kazama and Gu went through a fierce war. The whole land was barely growing, and blood soaked the land, making the land become blood red. But now, the weeds are luxuriantly out again, covering the earth, perhaps because of the nourishment of underground blood, these weeds are particularly cut, and if you scratch your hands over it, you will be cut if you are not careful.
Between the pillars, he recalled, "It was the war, and my father and Uchiha Tajima died together..."
Masahiko saw a reminiscence expression in the column, and also thought of the war he heard about more than ten years ago. It was the most influential war of the Sengoku in recent years. It officially announced that the older generation of Sengoku had withdrawn from the stage of history, and the younger generation, headed by Senjujuma and Uchiha Madara, officially began to control the power of various races.
Masahiko thought, his face pondered, "Am I considered an older generation or a younger generation? I am 10 years younger than the man named my second grandfather..."
On the side, the new second elder of Senju saw that the three of them fell into a weird silence, and could not help but interrupted, "Patriarch, Uchiha said that the war will start in three days. We are here now two days in advance. Take a break."
Only then did the pillars recover, and shouted, "Everyone, camp and rest on the spot!"
In previous wars, ninjas usually rested in open spaces, at most they brought one or two tents for meetings or for important people to live in.
But now, the Senju Clan has mass-produced the seal scroll developed by Masahiko, so...
Half an hour later, Masahiko watched the camping tents all over the mountains and the corners of his mouth twitched. The Thousands of Hands were afraid that they weren't here on vacation...
However, when the Senju people took out various meats and some barbecue grills from the seal scroll, Masahiko couldn't help but mutter, "I am a great person who developed the seal scroll... Now I can eat fresh meat on the battlefield. Up!"
On the side, Fei Jian's expression changed slightly, staring at Zhu Jian, "Big Brother, I didn't let them bring these things!"
Zhu Jian smiled with a guilty conscience, "Ah, the people thought very thoughtful..." shouted loudly, "Since everyone has brought so many barbecue materials, let's hold a banquet before Uchiha is here!"
"Oh! Long live the patriarch!" There was a warm reply.
So, in Kazama and Valley, which was about to become a battlefield, a grand banquet was suddenly held. Fortunately, Uchiha was very punctual, saying that it was only three days after three days, and did not disturb the banquet.
The next day, Masahiko used simple water escape and soil escape to clean up the debris left over from the banquet, as if he was afraid that others would know that Senju held a banquet on the battlefield.
After cleaning up, several people gathered together again, preparing to build fortifications.
That's right, arriving at the battlefield so long in advance is of course not for the banquet, but to seize the opportunity.
"The hell Kazama and Valley, it's a plain, dare to call it a valley?" Masahiko followed the pillars around and cursed secretly.
I was thinking of relying on the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and various anti-Japanese dramas that I watched in my previous life. I would play cool in front of the pillar and the door, and set up some traps. It would be better to ambush Uchiha. However, I found that the so-called Kazawa Valley is actually a plain
"Second grandfather," Jian Jian explained to the side, "this is indeed a valley, but the battle changed the terrain more than ten years ago."
Masahiko nodded, "Then it should be renamed. From now on it will be called Kazama Kazuhara..."
There was speechless, and he followed his elder brother to arrange fortifications.
In fact, there are no fortifications, just let Xia Ren and Zhong Ren simply dig out some hiding places, and distribute some detonation charms, so that these middle and lower Ren can play a greater role, which has always been the case in the Warring States War.
Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, Masahiko called three disciples and gave some simple instructions before the war.
In Masahiko's eyes, Yizi, the youngest of the three, is the strongest, and he has the strength of an ordinary Shinobi. But in the battle, Yizi's timid character made him unable to win Hitomi Io once. In this war, Masahiko was most worried about her. Consider, let her enter the simple fortifications and throw some ninjutsu in it. Nothing is fine, no need to fight face to face with the enemy.
"As for the two of you, you must follow me immediately after the battle begins, and I will arrange appropriate enemies to train you."
Jing Hitomi was excited and agreed loudly. Nanako looked sad, "Teacher, let me protect Yizi..."
Masahiko glared at her, "I don't know who protects whom! I have taught you the methods of sealing technique used in actual combat. This battle is just a test of your mastery!"
After the three disciples were arranged, Masahiko became idle again, looking bored at the pillars and they commanded the construction of the fortifications, and watched the Senshou clan and the Senin do some pre-war preparations...
Unknowingly, it was noon, and the Senju tribe had finished all preparations, resting in their respective camps, waiting for Uchiha's arrival.
At this time, Masahiko suddenly felt a slightly familiar Chakra fluctuation.
"This kind of chakra is not from the Uchiha clan... It seems to be Senju Tianyu!"
Sure enough, a figure gradually rushed into the distance, it was the great elder of the Qianshou Clan, Qianshou Tianyu who was supposed to stay in the clan.
The pillars hurriedly greeted him. Before he could speak, Qianshou Tianyu shouted, "Patriarch, it's not good! Someone found traces of Uchiha Madara's activity behind the clan land!"
His complexion changed drastically, "Big Brother, I'm worried..."
He waved his hand between the pillars, "Is there only Madara alone?"
Qianshou Tianyu took a breath and replied, "I only found him alone."
Zhuma nodded, "Maara, do you want to fight with me one-on-one? Kenma! Take someone here to prepare to fight Uchiha, I will go back to stop Madara!"
As he said, between the pillars hesitated slightly, "Tianyu, let's be together!"
The two of them ignored the others, and quickly returned to the Thousand Hands Clan.