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Dust billowed, sand and rocks flew, and murderous intent swirled around them, but the few people at the center of the storm paid no attention. Hashirama Senju wondered if he had walked into the wrong set. He'd been enjoying breakfast with Madara at the beginning, so how had he ended up here, fighting with his own daughter from the same dimension? Lingyue looked at him with disdain. He hadn't done anything thoughtless lately, had he?

Seeing that Hashirama still looked confused, Lingyue was a little speechless, "Grandpa wants to beat you, but his age does not allow him to get angry, so Grandpa entrusted me to beat you. Now, do you understand?" Lingyue tried her best to explain it clearly so that the other party would not be confused about how he was beaten.

"Father, if you want to beat me, why let your granddaughter do it? I promise not to fight back." Hashirama looked at his father with an embarrassed expression.

"My granddaughter is itching to fight, and you're the only one in Konoha who can handle a beating." Fusuma glared at Hashirama.

"But I still have a lot of things to do, and the documents haven't been approved yet." Although he was not good at handling documents, Hashirama really didn't want to fight with his daughter from the same dimension at the moment. He felt that he was taking advantage of his seniority.

"I saw you and Uchiha Madara were having a great time fighting, but why can't my granddaughter do it when it's her turn?" Fukama glared at Hashirama angrily.

"That's different, father. Can't we just talk it out calmly? Why do we have to fight?" Hashirama said that he could hardly keep up with his father's train of thought, and that he was even harder to deal with than Madara.

"Moye, unsheathe your sword." Lingyue summoned her own sword. "Beat him up." Lingyue pointed at Hashirama, who was still trying to argue and didn't want to fight.

The two swords obeyed Lingyue's orders very well. In a flash, they came to Hashirama and started beating him. Hashirama had no choice but to accept the attack. The two swords were very flexible, but Hashirama was very experienced in actual combat. After a long fight, neither of them got any advantage. Hashirama's clothes were a little damaged, but the swords were fine. "So, Yue'er, how did you get these two swords?"

"It was during a mission that I accidentally helped them break the seal, and they have been following me ever since. Do you still have time to chat? They are not that easy to deal with, and they have rich practical experience, much more than you can imagine." It is undeniable that Moye and Gan Jiang are husband and wife swords, and they existed as early as the time of the Six Paths Sage. Their last owner was Otsutsuki Indra. After Indra's death, no one could use them, and they were considered to be ominous objects and sealed. They were not unsealed until Lingyue accidentally broke in. "They are swords from the time of the Six Paths Sage. You should have heard of the Six Paths Sage, right? Ninjas started from that time."

"I've heard of the Sage of Six Paths, but that's just a legend?" Madara obviously didn't believe it.

"It's not a legend, he really exists." Ling Yue didn't want to tell Madara and Hashirama about the feud between the Six Paths Sage's two sons. That would make the explanation endless. "Moye, Gan Jiang, don't hold back. He's basically unkillable. Let Grandpa have enough fun watching him."

"Yu'er... I can't bear you being like this..." Hashirama felt like crying. His daughter from the same dimension was truly heartless. It turned out that he had done too much evil in the past, and now he was being retaliated against.

Sure enough, as soon as Lingyue finished speaking, the two sword moves became more fierce than before. Although Hashirama was still at ease, it was quite stamina-draining to keep fighting.

"Grandpa, are you satisfied?" Lingyue smiled in front of Fojian.

"Not yet. Let him fight for a while. He won't die anyway." There was no trace of sympathy for his son in Fukari's words. "From childhood to adulthood, Hashirama was the toughest."

"Father never held back when beating my eldest brother, but sometimes he really deserved a beating." Senju Tobirama added fuel to the fire.

"Tobirama..." Although Hashirama was fighting, ninjas have always had good hearing, and they could still hear it even when fighting. Besides, they didn't deliberately speak in a lower voice when they were chatting.

"Hmph..." Senju Tobirama had no intention of talking to his elder brother. He just deserved a beating. He found today's scene inexplicably very enjoyable to watch.

"Yue'er, you don't know, I'm inexplicably feeling very good today." Fojian said what Senju Tobirama hadn't said. "I really hope that Yue'er here can help me vent my anger like this when she grows up." Fojian patted Lingyue's shoulder with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, we are all from the same plane, so it should be about the same." Lingyue said that she often saw little Lingyue looking at Hashirama with disgust.

"That's good." Fujian nodded in relief, "Go on, I still want to have some fun."

"Father..." Hashirama felt like crying when he saw his father's attitude. Madara didn't seem to be interceding for him. Was he deserted by everyone? Hashirama looked at Madara pitifully. Madara coughed awkwardly, saying that there was nothing he could do. He had Lingyue to ask for his help, so he couldn't plead for him. He told Hashirama to fend for himself.

When Hashirama was exhausted from being chased and beaten by Moye and Gan Jiang, Fusuma seemed a little satisfied, "Hashirama, your physical strength has improved. You have been fighting for a whole day."

"Father, is it okay?" Even if Hashirama had great physical strength, he wouldn't fight like this, right?

"Yuer, that's enough. Put the sword back." Fojian nodded with satisfaction.

"Listen to grandpa, Moye and Gan Jiang, return to the sheath." The two swords obediently returned to the sheath and then disappeared into Lingyue's body.

Hashirama was panting heavily on the spot. Madara had already gone over and handed the military pill to Hashirama. Hashirama took a breather, but his face was still flushed from overexertion. "Father, next time you want to beat me, don't do it like this. This is more tiring than fighting."

"That's the effect I want, otherwise I won't feel relieved." He had been upset that his son had been poached by a rival family, but now he felt much better, and he was even more pleased with Uchiha Madara. "Yu'er, let's go home. Grandpa will grill you some meat." Fujian finally patted Lingyue in satisfaction.

"Grandpa, do you want some barbecue?" Lingyue loved the meat grilled in the Buddha Hall the most; it was truly delicious. Lingyue looked at the Buddha Hall with shining eyes, as if the hall was surrounded by golden light.

"That's right, I haven't roasted it in a long time." Since his resurrection, Buddha had only roasted it once. Lingyue had always missed it.

"I believe that Grandpa's skills have not declined."

"Come on, Tobirama, you're good with a knife, go cut the meat."

"Okay, father." His Flying Thunder God was powerful, but wasn't this a bit of a waste? Senju Tobirama could only wonder in his heart but didn't dare to question it. After all, Senju Tobirama wasn't his carefree older brother. He immediately began to prepare the barbecue tools and ingredients, all of which were readily available, and it didn't take long for them to be ready.