Restart to love you

"Brother and I will screen all the people from the Root one by one. Those who are now imprisoned in the Hokage's direct prison."

"Yes, teacher. Then who will take their places?"

"For now, it's just me and my brother. We'll talk about the rest later."

"Okay." Sandai sighed helplessly.

Hashirama and his companions dispatched the elders and walked down the street. It seemed as though the change of leadership hadn't changed anything for Konoha. Children played happily, adults bargained, and the streets were bustling with activity. "This was paid for with the lives of our clan. Do they even know this?" Sasuke said coldly. Even though he had already let it go, why were these people allowed to live happily, trampling on the blood of their own people?

"Sasuke..." Hashirama wanted to comfort Sasuke, but didn't know where to start?

"Nothing. I want to expose all the truth. These people deserve to know. Because of them, the Uchiha clan is gone." Sasuke looked at the happy people on the street with a cold expression. "The Elders should be criticized." Although in his previous life, when Naruto took office, he revealed the truth about the Uchiha clan and Itachi to the public, the elders simply died of old age, and the resentment in his heart has never been resolved. So even though Lingyue resurrected many of his clansmen, he still chose to stay away from Konoha. It seems that he is protecting the ninja world from the shadows, but in fact he does not want to have any connection with it anymore. Now that Lingyue is gone, he has no desire to return.

"Talk to your brother and see what he thinks?" Hashirama said to Sasuke in a negotiating tone.

"Yes, I will discuss it with my brother."

"What are you going to do with the Sharingan on this arm and Shisui's eyes?"

"Put it back in the Uchiha's exclusive eye bank. I want my brother Shisui to replace his eyes. My brother's eyes are almost blind, and Lingyue has worked very hard to maintain his sight. Shisui is nominally your descendant, so are you willing?"

"Will your brother be a match for it?"

"It should be fine. Brother Shisui has one eye in my brother's hand. Brother Shisui gave it to me voluntarily. There shouldn't be any rejection."

"That's fine. Since the eyes are dead, there's no use keeping them. Give them to your brother."

"Thank you!"

Back at the Uchiha clan's territory, Lingyue and Itachi had already brought over the battered bodies of Hashirama and Tobirama. "Maybe we need to use mom's cells to culture and divide them so that the body can be filled." Lingyue looked at the bodies of the two angrily. "These people should be killed. Mom..." Lingyue pursed her lips and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"It's okay, I already expected that they would study my body, but why Tobirama's also..." Hashirama's eyes darkened as he looked at his brother's body which was also in tatters.

"Brother, now is not the time to get angry. You should focus on restoring your body to its original state. Fortunately, I have studied your cells before, and the original files should still be there. I made a backup copy in the things you gave Yue'er."

"Yes, I saw it. It's in the sealing scroll I carry with me. Anyway, the Uchiha clan's territory is so large now, and there are only a few of us. We can go wherever my uncle likes, except for this main house, which needs to be inhabited."

"Just be quiet."

"Now I can only ask my mother and uncle to use this body temporarily."

"Yu'er is already very sensible." Hashirama stroked Lingyue's head with a smile.

"Yes." Lingyue hugged Hashirama's body, and her shoulders began to shake violently. "I must make them pay the price."

"My dear Yue'er..." Hashirama stroked Lingyue's trembling back. After being comforted, Lingyue's body calmed down. "Are you feeling better now?" Hashirama asked gently.

"Yeah, Mom..." Lingyue's eyes were still red and she was still sobbing from crying.

"Well, good boy. Sasuke, take Yue'er out to calm down."

"Okay." Sasuke pulled Lingyue to the small river where he often practiced.

"Sasuke, I finally...finally understand how you felt when you lost...lost your parents." Lingyue was still sobbing.

"Lingyue..."

"I'll make them pay."

"I'll stay with you."

Lingyue leaned on Sasuke's shoulder, "Sasuke, being able to know you and be with you is the greatest blessing in my life."

"Me too."

"What's wrong? Yue'er fell asleep?" Hashirama saw Sasuke coming back with Lingyue in his arms.

"Well, I calmed down and fell asleep soon after."

"This day has been full of ups and downs, I just hope I can fall asleep."

"Then I'll take her back to the house to sleep."

"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you, remember to come over."

"Okay." After carefully placing Lingyue on the bed, Sasuke gently closed the door.

"Uchiha Sasuke, I saw traces of space on you. Living people can't see it, but those who have been reincarnated can feel it."

"Yes, this is a long story. Lord Hashirama, do you have the patience to listen?"

"I have plenty of time now. Impure World Reincarnation doesn't require rest."

"Okay, then I'll tell you..." Sasuke told Hashirama everything about his past life, "So I came from the future to change Lingyue's ending."

"The system you mentioned..."

"Because of my rebirth, it has entered a dormant state in me, but in Lingyue's case it should be..."

"I see."

"Lingyue is still working hard to improve my favorability. Maybe because I was reborn, she can't see it. The system told me this."

"So when Yue'er was created, she actually had a soul, but her body was too powerful. To protect her soul, her body automatically placed it in another world to be nurtured, and then recalled it when it could withstand it? So Yue'er was my daughter from the beginning, not someone from another world?"

"That's right, that's what the system told me. But Lingyue doesn't know the whole story yet. She just knows that if she can gain enough favor with me, she can be reincarnated. To be honest, knowing that my future father-in-law is you two, I feel quite stressed."

"(*^▽^*), I understand. If Madara knew about this, he would definitely pick up his fan and beat you to death. If he knew that I have a daughter, he would be very happy. But he will never know." Hashirama looked at his hands.

"He was the one who set you up. I remember telling you that at the beginning."

"I still remember how I felt when I killed him. My mind was blank and I couldn't believe I killed him. Everything that happened afterwards was so hazy that I don't remember anything. I was desperately trying to grab something, so I took a lot of tissue from Madara and forced Tobirama to research androids. After many attempts, I finally found that it could perfectly combine with my cells and created Yue'er. Thinking about my mood at that time now, it's really..."

"You died a few years after the battle with Madara. Was it because you didn't want to live anymore? Because with your physique, without any strong external force, you should have lived a long time."

"Killing Madara with my own hands felt like a hole in my heart, a cold wind blowing in from it, keeping me awake all night. It wasn't until Tobirama created Lingyue that I seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and I died not long after."

"I'm curious, how do you feel about Madara?"

"There are so many emotions mixed together, friends, best friends, brothers, lovers, everything."

"Does he know this?"

"He must have had complicated feelings for me, but he still chose to leave me. It's also because I subconsciously chose the village over him. He must have been very disappointed, so he chased after that illusory dream."

"But in the end he gave up for Lingyue."

"He must be a good father. It's best not to tell anyone what you said to me today, especially Yue'er."

"I know. Now I feel a lot more relaxed with you as an ally."

"You're a good kid too, just like Madara, very gentle."

"Thank you for the compliment." Sasuke scratched his head.

"Wait until you've truly passed Madara's level. I'm actually quite pleased with you."

"Please be sure to say nice things to me then!"

"Easy to say."

I'd better ask Lingyue for help. It's good enough that she doesn't set me up. Thinking about my past life, I don't know how many times I have been tricked by this guy in front of me.