Chapter 7: Goodbye~

After lunch, Tang Hao appeared unusually silent. He did not at all go out for a drink as usual.

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San from time to time and then at Madara as if he was making a difficult decision.

Madara seemed to see through Tang Hao's mind, and did not go back to the house after the meal, but sat silently on a stool.

'Still, hesitating? But apparently, in your mind, you have already made a firm resolution!' Madara was sitting there, looking at Tang Hao's gloomy and uncertain expression, said in his heart.

Tang San, who habitually cleans up his dishes after a meal, obviously doesn't know what will happen.

It must be pushed. After all, this is about the future of the younger brother!

Madara couldn't help but ask directly: "Little San. Do you really want to be a powerful Spirit Master?"

Tang San couldn't help but be taken aback. After some hesitation, shaking one's head said: "Brother, you go! I will stay home to take care of father."

Madara frowned and shouted, "Little San, do you want to be a Spirit? Master? Tell the truth!"

Tang San was taken aback for a while, and after a period of psychological struggle, he was nodded with a lack of confidence.

Tang Hao sighed, his face looked a bit older, "You still have to choose this path after all!"

Tang Hao didn't say anything else, it was meaningful. After looking at Madara, he went back to the house to rest.

"At least, you allow it!" Madara asked Tang Hao's back: "Right?"

Tang Hao didn't seem to hear it, so she walked on her own, but What Tang San and Madara couldn't see was that his face was half disappointed and half relieved.

Madara understands that Tang Hao has taken this by default.

Not only did she acquiesce in Tang San's schooling, but also acquiesced that Madara did not go to school.

Madara did not at all help Tang San because of her injury but went back to her house to recuperate.

When passing by Tang San, he whispered softly: "Little San, work hard! Go on your own path!"

These words are like mosquitoes, but But he couldn't escape the ears of Tang San of Training Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Tang San's thin body suddenly shook, and immediately raised his head, but only saw Madara left him with a cool back.

The days that followed flew by like running water. Tang San's family still lived peacefully, and there seemed to be no change, but the parting had to come three months later.

In the past three months, Madara has been training assiduously without any slack, and Tang San still couldn't get up early to practice. Tang Hao, a drunkard, fished for three days and dried the net for two days.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The iron that Tang San beats like rain with sweat is now the size of a human head.

Madara was exercising her arm strength by pulling the bellows while chatting with Tang San at the same time.

"Cough-Cough!" A cough came from behind, and Madara didn't need to look back to know that Tang Hao was there.

"Father." Tang San looked toward their father, and the hammer in his hand stopped unconsciously.

Madara just nodded slightly, without saying a word.

Actually, Madara is still very upset with Tang Hao. 'If you want Little San to forge iron, then teach it well. How can it be so? It is really irresponsible to be lazy when assigning a mission! UNACCEPTABLE!!'

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"Stop it." Tang Hao started to talk.

Sure enough? Madara would not believe that Tang Hao would really be indifferent to his son who was about to leave home to study.

Tang San put down the hammer in his hand, slightly gasping for breath.

"Let's talk about it! What are you going to teach?" Madara leaned against the wall and asked with interest.

Tang Hao's figure froze for a while, and what he was about to say was swallowed back in his stomach, and he turned his head fiercely and glared at Madara.

After that, he began to teach the strength emission skill of ironing and even demonstrated it himself.

When Madara saw Tang San hit the iron with a new technique, his eyes shined, even opened Sharingan, and watched attentively.

"Your Spirit is a hammer!" Madara watched intently without turning back to start to talk.

Tang Hao chuckled, did not answer, and went back to start a drunken stupor.

Is the expert of Hammer Spirit? At least it's Kage Level! It seems that I need to pay special attention when you go out and wander around in the future.

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Time has passed, and the day of parting has arrived.

Madara accompanied younger brother Tang San to the top of the hill for training as usual, although this may be the last time.

When he returned home, Tang San saw the door of the room that had not been opened and was a little bit disappointed. But soon adjusted his mood and prepared breakfast for their father intimately.

Old Jack has come, maybe because of the reason to go to Nuoding City, today's Old Jack especially wore a new suit, which looks a little bit more awkward.

"Little San, Madara, let's go. Take that slacker along!" Jack also got off the carriage and said angrily.

Even now, Tang Hao's reluctance and irresponsibility, old Jack has not swallowed it.

"Understood, coming soon!" Madara responded.

And Tang San reluctantly looked at the place where he lived. Every item and every corner here bears too many memories of him. This is his home after all...

Finally, Tang San glanced at Tang Hao again, the door was still silent.

There is his father.

Goodbye! father! Stay well, and remember to eat!

"Are you really planning to come out for a gift?" After Tang San went out, Madara raised her eyebrows.

There was no movement inside the door.

What the two of them didn't know was that after they left, the room door creak opened, and a sloppy silhouette came out from inside.

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"Little San, you are leaving! Remember, once you are bullied..." Madara was very worried and warned repeatedly.

"Don't worry! Brother! You know my ability. I will fight them to the end!" Tang San interrupted him, somewhat helpless.

Madara knew about Tang San's various mystical places and had contested with him.

But it's just that in arm wrestling, Tang San is stronger with his innate divine strength, Madara has Chakra and that was something that could be a Jack of all trades...

But in actual combat, Tang San still has to suffer. After all, pure strength cannot represent fighting strength. For example, in arm wrestling, Madara will lose to Tsunade, but in actual combat can beat Five Kages like the mongrels they were before him.

Madara raised her index finger and said unexpectedly: "No! You can be wronged if you can't beat it!"

Tang San was surprised, and said strangely: "This is not your style Ah! big brother!"

"At that time, big brother will come back you up and kill his family for you!" Madara gave a slightly bloody smile.

"..." Tang San didn't know what to say.

Although Madara's words are bloody and domineering, the care for the younger brother contained in them makes Tang San feel warm.

"That's right!" Tang San turned around and took out a cloth bag from the bag, gently saying with a smile: "Brother, I prepared a gift for you!"

"This is?" Madara took Tang San's gift and looked a little surprised.

Tang San scratched the head and said: "When you killed the lynx last time, I picked it up!"

The cloth bag opened, revealing two kunai, exactly The two that Madara entrusted Tang San to build.

It's just that it has changed drastically now. I don't know what process is used to quench the color. One red and one blue, it is really beautiful.

The original ring at the end of the two kunai handles is inlaid with two red and blue stone spheres. A blood color eye pupil is carved in the red stone, looking dangerous and domineering. The blue one is carved with Blue Silver Grass pattern, which looks gentle and deep.

Madara immediately understood what Tang San meant, which symbolized Madara's Sharingan and Tang San's blue silver grass respectively.

So he picked up the blood color kunai and collided with the blue kunai held by Tang San.

Clang!

Instantly, sparks are splashing everywhere.

"hahahahaha!"

The brothers laughed heartily, not everything is conveyed by words.

This is also the happiest smile since Madara came to this World.

"Brother! Goodbye!" Tang San waved to Madara and got into the carriage at Jack's urging.

Madara still respects Tang San's choice despite her perseverance. After all, this is his own way!

"Go! Little San, make your own way. Don't be like Izuna." Madara folded his arms, looking at the carriage that trudged farther and farther away with the corner of his lips slightly raised.

Madara has a hunch that Little San, as the young eagle, is about to spread his wings.

"It's time for me to dance too!!!" Madara looked up at the blue sky, and the imposing aura emanated spontaneously.

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When Madara returned home with ambition, he found that Tang Hao was holding the pot, weeping bitter tears of reluctance, and gleamed at the porridge.

"Now what do I eat?" Madara mused as he shook his head slowly.

A/N:: I am a noob at writing, please point out the mistakes I have made and I will correct them and try to be a better writer.