Pirate's Infinite Wings

"Wow!"

The sound of a waterfall falling along the river.

Madara arrived at the agreed place half an hour early. The sun was still a little bit tanned in the afternoon, but because of the waterfall, it was not very uncomfortable.

On the contrary, splashing drops of water hit the face, neutralizing the afternoon sun and refreshing a lot.

Madara waited to be bored, picked up a handful of stones, picked a piece in his hand, threw it, and then threw it out.

"Sorry, sorry, have you waited a long time?"

Fang Lang's voice sounded behind him.

Zebra immediately received his hand behind him, then quickly threw the stone back and said, "It's not a long time, teacher."

Fang Lang didn't break his little action. Instead, he stooped and picked up a stone, and said to Ma: "Want to play with water drifting?"

"Fighting?"

Madara's confused look surprised Fang Lang.

"Don't you know what to do?"

Madara shook his head.

"Hey, this is really interesting," Fang Lang thought. In the original book, Senjujuma and Uchiha Madara's fate met because of fate?But now Madara says that he doesn't know what shuibo is, "Then what were you doing just now?"

"Just..." Ban also thought of just now, knowing that Fang Lang had misunderstood: "It's just throwing stones at random."

Madara didn't know what was wrong, but he could feel that the teacher always treated him as if he was seeing someone through him...

This is not once or twice, so Madara thought about it, but decided to ask.

"Does the teacher think I should understand or does the teacher always think of me as someone he knows?"

Fang Lang was a little surprised at Madara's sensitivity.

But he was right. It's just that the so-called "people you know" don't really know each other.

And "that person" is also Madara yourself in a sense, and Fang Lang wants to laugh a little thinking about this.

Bend the corner of his mouth, intending not to struggle with this issue.

Besides, in the past three years, Madara has grown rapidly, but it has become closer and closer to the Madara in the original work.

"An old acquaintance, don't care," Fang Lang threw the pebble in his hand and said, "But since you don't know how to do it, do you want to play it?"

As time goes on and gets along with the teacher longer and longer, Madara can also self-evident many of the teacher's actions and thoughts.Madara is not curious about the origin of the teacher. In fact, it really doesn't matter whether it is necessary or not.

At best, he has a common character for his teacher and his father.

That is, I hope the other party cares more about himself.

A kind of family bond.

So, it's actually just eating someone's jealousy.

The teacher is the first person outside of Madara’s close relatives to realize his emotional dependence.

"it is good!"

So he just follows his heart.

Fang Lang took the lead in picking up a stone, narrowed his sight, and threw it towards the lake.

The stones rubbed the surface of the lake like a dragonfly dipping into the water.

This trick was a pastime for every boy when he was young, and Fang Lang was also inexplicably enthusiastic about this game.Of course, it also proved his well-deserved lead in this draught.

Although Madara didn't understand the charm of this game at the beginning, seeing Fang Lang's actions, coupled with that simple but capable of producing effects, was also surging.

"Eh eh eh this!" Madara pointed and shouted, "It's so cool!"

Fang Lang smiled triumphantly.

That is, when Fang Lang himself was in the age of a kid, he was also a leader like the kid king!

This means that no matter which games and tricks are masters.

Madara's handsome appearance also aroused his eagerness.

He also picked up a stone and threw it out, but the picture was not as good as he thought.

I saw a "boom".

The stone plunged into the water like a broken bamboo.

The gap was too big, causing Madara to widen his eyes and be full of disbelief.

Fang Lang laughed secretly in his heart, and said jokingly: "What's the matter? This heart is shattered, and now it's one to zero."

Children are not tolerant of provocation.

The same is true for Madara.

So Madara picked up another stone fiercely and said, "It doesn't count! I didn't do well because I haven't played it before! It will be fine if you do it again!"

Fang Lang was still laughing wildly in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to have nothing to do with the incident and nodded, "This makes sense. After all, for the first time, no one knows it. Of course, I don't count it, but..."

Fang Lang thought of a good idea.

As soon as he changed the conversation, he deliberately lowered his voice and looked terrifying.And the kind of horror effect created by the shadow on his face with the sun behind his back

"However, if you still look nothing this time, you have to do something for your teacher."

Maybe Fang Lang's expression was too treacherous.

So that Ma stared at Fang Lang and swallowed unconsciously, and replied, "Wh, what is it?"

"Hey, I can't tell you this, let's do it anyway, in a word, don't ditch like a girl."

"Good... good! Who is afraid of whom!"

Madara finished talking.

Take a deep breath, be sure to adjust yourself to the best condition.

Then his eyes tightened, and he threw it towards the lake——

The stone flew across the lake at a very fast speed, so fast that it could be used as a hidden weapon like shuriken.Fang Lang and Ban only saw the stones go straight across the lake and into the woods.

There was a sudden silence for three seconds.

Fang Lang nodded first, and solemnly affirmed: "This hidden weapon is well thrown."

Madara blushed.

My heart was disturbed, but I still remembered the promise I had made before. Just as I was about to say something, I was interrupted by a sudden cry.

"what!----"

This voice contained fear, and Fang Lang and Madara had different ear powers than ordinary people, and they could hear a little iron collision.

Something is wrong.

The two glanced at each other, and their eyes revealed this message.

Madara immediately turned his state over, and the adaptability of his psychological quality became more familiar with his training, and Fang Lang still looked calm and calm, but the best way to describe him now was his confidence...