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"That's right. Apart from your brother, I am the person who knows your cells best. You can tell by how lively Obito is. I thought he could not be saved at first, but I didn't expect that after so many years, he has integrated very well, and the Mangekyō Sharingan has no side effects on him at all." Madara was also trying a last-ditch effort at the beginning, but he didn't expect that the kid was lucky enough to integrate very well, and he also saw the side effects of restraining the Mangekyō Sharingan on him.

"I see so too. We are indeed brothers. We were one family many years ago." Hashirama laughed heartily.

"I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse for Tobirama to have a brother like you?" Madara looked into the distance. The Land of Iron was still covered with heavy snow. Because he was an Impure World Body, Madara didn't feel cold at all. The wind blew Madara's hair and clothes, but because he was an Impure World Body, the snow didn't float on Madara's body, but passed through him, as if it would disappear at any time. Hashirama couldn't help but stepped forward to grab Madara's arm and almost cried out, but still relied on years of ninja experience to suppress his voice, patted Madara's shoulder, and then smiled to hide it. Madara was puzzled by Hashirama's expression. Although Hashirama concealed it very well, based on their many years of friendship, Madara still noticed Hashirama's abnormality, "What's wrong? You look like you have something to hide."

"It's okay, maybe you feel a little cold. Let's go inside." Hashirama put his arm around Madara's shoulders. Madara, who always disliked touching people, frowned, but did not refuse Hashirama's closeness. He let Hashirama put his arm around his shoulders and went into the house. "How are your students? What are their qualifications?"

"Gaara is really talented in sealing. In fact, the Mizukage is also very talented. Ohnoki, despite his age, has indeed improved a lot." Madara actually likes the Mizukage more now. "She was able to extinguish my Great Fire Quenching by herself. This talent is comparable to your brother's. But her Fire Release is very good. She can awaken both Molten Release and Boiling Release. It is a very rare double bloodline. I am very optimistic about her."

"You've always been able to look at ninjas beyond their gender, but I can't."

"Your mother is a woman, and women are more resilient than you think. Kaguya Otsutsuki is a woman, the mother of our ninja's chakra. Without her, there would be no us. She is also a woman. Don't underestimate women. If you underestimate them, you will suffer a great loss."

"Indeed, Mido is really violent. Not long after we got married, the kitchen at home was renovated twice. It was so scary when she started a fire." Hashirama still feels scared when he thinks about it now.

"Haha, luckily I'm not married. Those old guys always want me to get married or something, but I'm not interested at all."

"You are really focused on studying ninjutsu."

"Fortunately, I've become indifferent to it now. If it weren't for Otsutsuki, I would have returned to the Pure Land."

"Didn't you say you wanted to be resurrected?"

"That was just to scare your brother. You know I don't like him." He gave Hashirama a white look.

"Haha, that's right, you have always been like this, but I personally still hope that you, Madara..." Hashirama paused and didn't continue speaking. He glanced at Madara's expression. This has been his habit for many years, because Madara's attitude may suddenly change at any time due to the surrounding environment or his own tone of voice, so this has become Hashirama's subconscious action when talking to Madara for many years.

"I haven't thought it through yet, so I'm just taking it one step at a time. After all, there are not many capable fighters in the ninja world right now, so they summoned us who have passed away. Really, after all these years, I thought there would be a few capable fighters, but they are worse than us back then." Madara couldn't help but sigh, "I still

I want to return to the Pure Land and reunite with Izuna."

"Madara, you..." Hashirama didn't know how to persuade Madara. "Forget it, I won't persuade you. If you have any plans, remember to tell me."

"Why should I tell you my plan?" questioned Ring-Breasted.

"You didn't tell me anything last time." Hashirama pointed his fingers at each other with a look of grievance on his face.

"I..." Madara frowned. He couldn't stand Hashirama doing this the most.

"If you had told me clearly last time that you wanted my cells, I would have given them to you."

"Hashirama, how come you're still so naive after all these years?" Madara sighed helplessly. "Alright, I'll tell you my plan. That should be all, right? Don't look so bored."

"I know, I know, let me tell you about the Raikage..." Madara didn't remember what Hashirama said to him, but he vaguely remembered Hashirama's hearty laughter, which was loud, but the volume was just right.

Madara returned to where the Tsuchikage and the others were and found that they were already asleep. Since he did not need to sleep as an Impure World Regiment, he often forgot whether it was day or night. Seeing that they were asleep, Madara walked out of the room silently and came back to the place where he chatted with Hashirama at the beginning. "Ah, it's really good to be an Impure World Regiment. No need to eat, drink or sleep. This is the dream of mankind. I achieved it so easily." Madara said this as if in self-mockery. Looking at the heavy snow, the sky was completely dark. Normal humans could no longer see any objects, but because of the Sharingan, Madara could see other objects very clearly. It was a vast expanse of white, with nothing in it. The wind was blowing, and Madara's vision was blurred. He didn't know what he was looking at. He just stared at a certain place with no expression on his face.

Madara didn't think about anything. He simply emptied his mind, letting it quiet down, quieting his heart and soul. He desperately needed to relax and think about what he should do, how to proceed, whether to continue like this or truly revive. He needed to calm down and think carefully, so he wouldn't regret his decision later. Without the distractions of noise, he could think more clearly about what to do next.

Madara had been sitting there, from the long dark night to the dawn, and he still hadn't figured out what choice he should make. But he didn't move forward, because he still had things he should do. Madara brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, looked at the rising sun, and squinted his eyes slightly. "It's really beautiful. I hope I can see such a sight again in the future." Madara looked at the sun again. Light is the fairest thing in the world. No matter who you are or what species you are, it can shine on you fairly. Madara smiled and went back into the house. Seeing that they were all awake and already washing up and eating breakfast, Madara wanted to eat, but thinking of his filthy body, he gave up the idea of ​​eating.