"Makoto, sit down!" Uchiha Tajima said to Makoto.

"Yes, Patriarch." Hearing this, he sat down at the table and pulled out a scroll from his blade bag.

"What is this?" Although Uchiha Tajima guessed something, he still asked Makoto.

"This is the Miss World's mission evaluation report, patriarch, take a look at it first." He pushed the scroll in front of Uchiha Tajima and said.

At this time, Uchiha Tomono opened the door of the room, walked in with a tea tray and snacks, and put down the contents of the tea tray one by one. She said, "Sei-kun, Tajima, please use it slowly!" With that, he left with the tea tray.

"Thank you!" Makoto nodded in acknowledgment, picked up the teacup and began to savor it.

Here, Uchiha Tajima began to open the scroll and looked at its contents. When he saw the world alone facing Miao Dun Ninja - Bai Shui Santu, his brows furrowed tightly. In it, Makoto gives a detailed description of the world's battles and gives her an extremely high score.

Uchiha Tajima saw the end, saw that the world was not injured in the battle, and saw Makoto's evaluation of the world in the record, and finally showed a smile.

On the other side, Makoto, who was drinking hot tea, had been paying attention to Tajima's expression, and when he saw Tajima's smile on his face, he knew that he had finished it. So, he began to say: "This mission, Miss World has completed very wonderfully, it can be said that among the peers of the Uchiha clan, there is no one stronger than her." But ······" At this point, Makoto's tone changed and he said, "After killing the last descendant of the White Water Clan, I saw that the world seemed to have a certain resistance to killing. Although I have been enlightening her since then, there is no way to solve this problem. Perhaps, for the current world, all this came too early, after all, she was only six years old. ”

"Oh? Yes, it's really troublesome! Uchiha Tajima looked different and bowed solemnly to Makoto. Panicked, Cheng hurriedly helped him up, and said in his mouth: "Patriarch, hurry up, don't do this!" ”

Picking up Uchiha Tajima, Makoto continued, "Actually, I have always been an equal friend of the world, and I treat her as my sister, and she also sees me as an older brother. Therefore, the patriarch should not be speaking these unseemly words. ”

Hearing this, Uchiha Tajima smiled, stood up, walked behind him, and took out a one-meter-long sword from the cabinet. Then, he sat down again, gently placed the long sword on the table, and said to Makoto, "Open it and take a look!" ”

Glancing at Uchiha Tajima, Makoto carefully drew out the long sword, only to see that the sword was a very long single-edged straight sword, with a blade length of seven feet and four inches (224 cm, including the hilt of the sword, reaching 270 cm). Different from ordinary long swords, Makoto felt a sense of majesty in the sword body, and the sword body was relatively slender, the sword was only 4.2 cm wide, and the front end of the blade was 2.8 cm.

"This is?! What is the name of this sword!? Makoto asked in surprise.

"Budu Imperial Soul, this is the name of this sword." Uchiha Tajima said: "This sword is one of the eleven grass pheasant swords that have been handed down in the world, and the scabbard is only one meter long, but it can hold more than two meters of sword body. It was acquired by me during a mission, and now, I want to give this sword to you. ”

"This ······ This ······ It's too precious. Patriarch, I can't accept it! Cheng put the Budu Imperial Soul into the sheath, pushed it to Tajima, and said solemnly. For the samurai and ninjas of this era, weapons are their lives, and a good weapon can even make them invincible on the battlefield. On the other hand, just as a woman cannot resist an incomparably gorgeous garment, a man cannot resist an incomparably sharp sword.

"Ha~ha~ha~ha~", Uchiha Tajima smiled: "Makoto, don't shirk it, this sword is not only my gratitude to you for taking care of the world, but also the clan's affirmation of you." ”

"Clan?" Sincerely.

"Yes, over the years, your contribution to the clan is actually seen by all of us. After this discussion, it was decided to assign this sword to you. So, don't shirk it. With that, Tajima pushed the sword in front of Makoto.

"This ······ This ······" Makoto carefully picked up the Budu Imperial Soul, pulled out the sword again, and looked at the sword body that could almost be used as a mirror, and he couldn't help grinning.

Looking at Makoto, who had already fallen into the joy of obtaining the sword, Uchiha Tajima picked up the teacup on the table and began to savor it.

······

"Fire Escape - The Art of the Fireball"

Orange-red flames erupted from Madara's mouth, forming a fireball three or four meters in diameter in front of him. "It's not enough!" Madara thought like this, and it was still a lot worse than the size of the Howe Fireball technique that Uchiha Tajima demonstrated. "Keep practicing!"

"巳-未-申-海······"

"With a headless cultivator like you, there's no way to catch up with me." A voice behind him caused Madara to stop stitching, and he looked behind him. Sure enough, in the Uchiha world, his sister didn't know when she came behind him and looked sideways at him.

It seemed that he was hit by the words of the world, and coupled with the fatigue caused by the cultivation of the fire escape, Madara simply stopped, sat on the wooden bridge, and lay down, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, inexplicably distracted.

"Hmph~", looking at Madara who didn't speak, the world smiled lightly and sat beside him.

"It's so cool!" Interrupted by the coolness of his mouth, Madara came back to his senses. It turned out that the world was smearing a medicine for burns to his mouth.

"Why are you cultivating so desperately?" The world asked, smearing.

“······ To the clansmen, I am just the son of the patriarch and the younger brother of the Uchiha world. However, what I want is that they say that the patriarch is Madara's father, the sister of Madara in the Uchiha world. Madara calmly recounted his heart's desire.

"Really?" The world put away the ointment and said, "I think there must be such an excellent sister, I hate it!" ”

When Madara heard this, he turned his head, only to see the world looking at him with a smile. "Nothing!" He tilted his head and said.

"If you want to be recognized by the clansmen, you can't do it with just your mouth, behind this, you need to put in more effort than ordinary people." As he spoke, the world stood up and extended his right hand to Madara.

“？” Madara looked at the hand in front of him suspiciously, and shook it for some reason.

The next moment, with a force of the world's hand, Madara pulled Madara up from the wooden bridge. After pulling it up, the hands of the world began to seal, "Fire Escape - Hao Fireball Technique".

Ten meters in diameter larger than Uchiha Tajima's seven meters, and a golden orange with a temperature that is brighter than orange, this Ho Fireball Jutsu has surpassed the original version.

Feeling the heat of the fireball, Madara was already stunned by the world's fire escape technique.

"I want to cultivate the Fire Escape ······"