[Hokage] How could a cub recognize its father randomly?

[Hashirama stood up, waved his hands, and said excitedly: "Let's build a village that belongs to us here. In this village, children don't have to fight each other..."

He was shining brightly when he spoke, as if a layer of light shrouded him. The young Madara looked at him like this and watched him tell a beautiful wish.

"Build a school to train them and let them grow up and become stronger. Everyone can choose tasks according to their personal abilities and strengths. There must also be a superior who can reasonably distinguish the levels of tasks..."

At this moment, the friend next to him was so dazzling that Madara couldn't take his eyes away...

"A village that doesn't send its children to fight on the front lines." After Hashirama finished speaking, he looked at Madara expectantly, and Madara sneered: "You are the only one who can say such stupid things."

But Hashirama still looked at him stubbornly and asked: "What do you think?"

Madara still showed a smile, turned his head and looked at the sky, and said lazily for a while: "It's not bad."

At this moment, his eyes were exceptionally soft, and he said with a smile: "If this village is really built, I will protect my brother well in this place overlooking the entire forest."

Hashirama nodded vigorously. 】

Madara stood up, patted his clothes, his eyes were extremely determined, "If we want to protect my brother, and if we want to build a village like this, we must become stronger!"

Hashirama kept nodding, yes, Madara had the same idea as him.

At this moment, Hashirama felt that he had finally found his apocalypse!

At this moment

"Shua——" There seemed to be some sound coming from the sky.

Just when Madara and Hashirama raised their heads suspiciously and warily, Hashirama heard something fall with a "pop!"

Madara barely had time to react when he found a small thing hugging his head and pressing it tightly against his face.

Hashirama's eyes slowly fell on his friend's face - a child who looked one or two years old?

It was a thin, white, pink-clothed little doll that seemed to have little flesh and seemed to be malnourished. Because her facial features were too delicate, people ignored her other shortcomings.

The little doll opened her round black eyes and looked around, as if she didn't know why she suddenly changed places, but she quickly didn't notice anything else. Instead, she liked the thing she was holding, and she even rubbed it.

Madara trembled—so angry!

["Ding! The thigh-hugging system reminds you that it has found two golden thighs in the future. Please seize the opportunity and hug these two shining golden thighs of the future!" the thigh-hugging system said excitedly. ]

The little doll tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what the system was saying.

Madara couldn't bear it any longer, and finally stretched out his hand, lifted the little baby away, lifted it into the air, and looked at her with a stern gaze, not letting down his guard at all just because it was a little cub.

The little baby didn't seem to be afraid at all when being carried, thinking that the person in front of her with an aura that she liked very much was playing with her, so she started giggling instead.

[The system detects that Future Golden Thigh’s level of displeasure has skyrocketed, and it is running around anxiously. It accidentally bound such a small host. What can it do? It can only quickly command:

"Host, please act like a baby."]

The little doll completely ignored the voice in her head. She seemed to be tired from playing. Seeing the person she liked very much in front of her looked a little impatient, a word that she remembered deeply came to her mind. She wanted this person to be her of--

"Baba."

Madara was stunned.

Hashirama was also stunned.

He looked at Madara and then at the doll, wandering back and forth. The more he looked, the more he felt that the two people were actually somewhat similar!

This discovery shocked him, and he stammered: "Bannbanban, you have a child!!!"

Twelve-year-old *happy to be a father* Uchiha Madara roared: "I know it's impossible even if I think about it!"

Banban made a face and threw the screaming brat into Hashirama's arms.

Suddenly holding a soft little thing, Hashirama was a little confused. Fortunately, he had hugged several younger brothers and quickly adjusted his position.

Thinking of his younger brother, Hashirama felt a little down, and his eyes inevitably softened when he looked at the doll.

The cub changed her arms and looked at Hashirama with her head tilted. This man's breath was so comfortable. She couldn't help but crawl into his arms again, not recognizing him at all.

Hashirama was a little at a loss, racking his brains not knowing what to say.

But the doll has already decided that she also likes this person. Friends who have been adopted will have a daddy and a mother. She already has a daddy, so this is——

"Mama."

The pillars cracked.

"Hahaha." Madara laughed at Hashirama without hesitation.

Everyone is a boy. At least he has not been changed gender, and Hashirama has become a mummy.

For a moment, Madara found this little brat pleasing to his eyes.

Hashirama was even more heartbroken by being laughed at by his own Apocalypse. He felt that dark clouds were gathering above his head. If he hadn't been holding the little one in his arms, he would have been hiding in a corner and drawing circles.

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Hum!

"Kid, I'm a boy, you can't call a boy Mommy!" Hashirama put his hands under the little Zaizai's arms, lifted her up, and looked at her face to face and corrected him seriously.

"Hey." The doll didn't understand, tilted its little head, and screamed meaninglessly.

"You just can't call me Mom."

The doll understood the two words, waved his hands happily, and shouted loudly again: "Mama, Mummy."

Looking at the sky between the pillars, I want to cry but have no tears.

Ban smiled enough. He picked up the kid and looked at her. The fabric was cotton and pink. She looked well-dressed.

"Hey, how did you fall from the sky? Where is your home? Why did you call me and Hashirama..."

Madara paused, skipped those two words, shook her twice, and asked indifferently: "Say it quickly."

The doll didn't understand, but he only knew that he saw Daddy again. He hugged his hand happily and called out in a waxy voice: "Daddy, daddy, daddy."

Zai Zai also has a baby.

A cub fell from the sky and was forced to touch porcelain and called Bama.

The newly appointed daddy looked at this little brat seriously,

However, the joy in the little boy's voice still made Madara slow down his movements.

Discuss it between the two of you.

"It doesn't look like he is a child of any ninja clan." Hashirama, who knew all the clans in the ninja world, said after studying it.

"You can tell he hasn't been trained at first glance." Madara thought he was talking nonsense.

Which ninja brat hasn't started training at this age?

Children from the ninja clan have been tortured in various ways on the training ground since they can walk, just to give them more ability to save their lives on the battlefield, because in two years they will be on the battlefield.

It is normal in the ninja world for children as young as five or six to go to war.

Madara stretched out his hand in the direction of the doll's neck, and Hashirama wasn't worried at all.

Madara took out an iron plate with a rope from the doll's neck.

"An'an, 3 years old." Zhujian looked around.

Madara glanced at him and turned to the other side, "Good Luck Welfare Institute."

Hashirama's mind turned around and he said tentatively: "...Orphanage?"

"Probably." Madara responded silently.

There were also many children who lost their families and parents during the war. Occasionally, some kind-hearted people would open an orphanage to take in some children.

Of course, there are also those who recruit orphans to do other things.

There is no shortage of careerists these days, let alone perverts.

These are quite common.

The two young boys, who were still soft-hearted, looked at each other and felt a little headache when they saw that An An could only happily call "Baba Mom".

"They really don't look like they are three years old." Hashirama thought of his younger brothers when they were three years old. Compared with An'an, their heads were really big, and they didn't look malnourished.

"Find a family nearby to give her some money to support her?" Ban weighed An An's weight and frowned.

"Is there anyone's home around here?"

Hashirama and Madara looked at each other, their hearts filled with confusion. This was a really good question. Is there anyone nearby?

Of course!

The river below is called Nanga River.

On both sides of the river, one side is the Senju clan and the other is the Uchiha clan. As for the common people, you probably have to look further afield.

The two people who only signed up without giving their last names decided to change the topic.

"An'an, do you want your brother to know?" Zhujian coaxed. After such coaxing, he suddenly felt that it would be good to have a sister. His mother gave him a bunch of younger brothers, although there was only one left... ..In short, my younger brother is also very important and precious.

To go too far, he didn't even know what it was like to have a sister.

Tobirama would only stare at him seriously, nagging him every day not to do this or that. Banjian and Wazama were obedient, but they obviously listened to Tobirama more...

Itama Wama: Because Brother Tobirama is obviously more reliable!

Hashirama: That’s too much.

Anyway, Hashirama suddenly realized that it would be good to bring An An home to raise him?

What a big-headed ghost. It's too dangerous to be a ninja!

Hashirama reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​taking An An home.

Madara glanced at him and knew that he had already acted out a play in his mind.

He's used to it.

It was not that Madara had never thought about bringing the little cub back to the clan, but because Uchiha was relatively exclusive, being a ninja was dangerous, and because of the weird appearance of the little cub, he only had the slightest idea.

"Daddy Mommy." Seeing that her new daddy Mommy, whom she liked very much, ignored her, An An flattened her mouth and tears began to well up in her eyes.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Hashirama was shocked, "What should I do?"

Madara, you big-headed ghost, why didn’t you think Hashirama was a stutterer before?

Ban complained in his mind, then stared at An An with a particularly fierce look and said, "Don't cry!"

Probably because his gaze was too compelling, An An opened her eyes wide and looked at him for three seconds. She instantly withdrew her tears and showed her new boss what it means to be a fickle girl.

An An subconsciously looked for her mom, wanting to comfort her, "Mom, mom, mom."

"She's so annoying." Hashirama puffed up his face, "If you don't call her brother, don't call her mom."

Facing the name Mom, Hashirama felt that being called daddy was not unacceptable.

Madara couldn't help but get excited when he thought about being called Mom, so he acquiesced to the title of Daddy.

It's better than Hashirama being called Mommy!