[Hokage][Pillar Madara] That adult

Chapter 7

The mountain roads in and out of the village are rugged, and walking is extremely inconvenient.The young and middle-aged people in the village usually go out of the village collectively once every two or three months to purchase supplies.

Huaying's parents brought her brother along, saying that they wanted him to see the world.

"Be careful on the road."

Huaying stood at the entrance of the village, watching the villagers leave in a mighty way.

Immediately, the village became even quieter, with only a few women, old people, and three or five children left.Huaying returned to the house and continued to do sewing, mending and washing.

Time passed quietly.The sun rises high in the sky, and then slowly sinks to the west.

Outside the village, inside the dilapidated house.

Uchiha Madara was reading the scroll, with one hand on his abdomen.He is a person who can tolerate pain very well, and even the pain can bring him a subtle sense of excitement.

But this kind of convulsion, which he had never experienced before, caused him to be unable to get excited at all.

Madara's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Counting the days, it should be about to give birth.

at last……

Fingers wrapped in black gloves clenched the scroll, leaving wrinkles on it.

When the child is born, he can finally carry out the Moon's Eye plan without distraction!

The tranquility of the barrier was suddenly broken by stumbling footsteps.

Uchiha Madara's expression froze, and he quickly cast a layer of illusion on himself.He stood up, and as soon as he opened the door, Huaying jumped on him.

"Madara-sama," she held his arm tightly with her ten fingers, raised her head with tears on her face, "no, it's not good, something happened..."

She cried so much that she couldn't utter a complete sentence, her legs trembled violently, and she was about to fall down.Madara held her firmly and said, "Calm down."

Huaying lost all her shoes, and the soles of her feet were bloody.She choked up, twitched a few times, and finally managed to explain the situation.

The sun has set.It was long past time to return to the village.Huaying had a bad premonition, wandered around the entrance of the village for a long time, but still bravely went out——

After turning around a mountain, she saw a horrible scene.

The thieves are angry, but they are afraid of Uchiha Madara in the village.So, they ambush the villagers on the way out of the village to purchase, plunder their property and kill them.

Although the villagers are strong and strong, they can't bear the fierce and irrational killings of the bullies, not to mention the exiled ninjas among them.

Corpses piled up into mountains, and blood flowed into rivers.

One by one, they were all faces she was familiar with...

The villager who sent the old hen, Ah San, the village chief, the couple... and... her parents.

Everyone, was killed...

Hiding behind the bushes, Huaying covered her mouth, weeping uncontrollably.

There are only a few villagers who are desperately resisting, but they are clearly outnumbered.

Her younger brother threw himself on top of his parents, weeping miserably.The bullies stood behind him with ferocious and contorted faces, and slammed the spiked iron rods on his young brother's immature back.Blood gushed out of his mouth, but he refused to move it away.

Huaying was about to rush out without hesitation, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the old village chief who was lying on the ground.

The other party was so angry that he was staring at her direction, his dry lips opened and closed, trying to convey the last message...

Go...to find Madara-sama...

……

"Please, please!" Huaying cried her heart out, "Help us!"

Uchiha Madara's face was as cold as ice.

"Which direction?" he asked.

"Northwest……"

As soon as the voice fell, Uchiha Madara's figure disappeared in front of him.

Huaying fell to her knees, covered her face with her hands, and wept.

***

Huaying's face showed a kind of sluggishness after being greatly stimulated.Her hair was disheveled, her whole body was filthy, and she walked towards the northwest step by step in a distraught manner.

The mountain has been plunged into darkness.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, her bare toes suddenly touched a pool of warm liquid.

Huaying came back to her senses, raised her head, and looked forward——

Rain of blood.

In front of the mountain road, there is less shade from the branches, and a complete, round and bright moon is exposed above the extended road, so huge and bright that it makes one's heart palpitate.

The man stood in front of the moon and turned around slowly.

On the trees on both sides of the road, there are countless dead bodies hanging high, all of them are those robbers.They died tragically, with horror still on their faces.The blood has not yet dried up, staining the branches red, and occasionally a sticky curtain of blood hangs down.

wow-

The wild flowers and weeds on the road, yellow, white and green, were all dyed red.

Faint crows neighed on the branches.

This situation is actually the same as when Uchiha Obito witnessed Nohara Rin's death and ran amok many years later.

It was like hell.

Huaying's legs went limp and she slumped on the ground.

At that moment, she completely believed Ah San's words.

This man is a devil—

He is the cruelest and kindest demon.

Uchiha Madara stood where he was.With his back to the moonlight, his outline was stained with coldness, and his face and body were all in the shadows, blurred.But one can imagine that his black hair, black clothes, and cheeks must have been bathed in blood.

Those eyes glowed red in the dark.

He didn't know how long he stood here, what he was thinking.

It seems like a thousand words.

[Not everything in this world can go as you wish. The longer you live, the clearer you will see that reality is helplessness, pain and emptiness... In this world, where there is light, there must be shadows. 】

[If you want to maintain peace based on your own selfishness, it will definitely lead to war.To protect love, hate is bred.The cause and effect here cannot be cut off.That's the reality. 】

[The real world is hell. 】

"..."

Uchiha Madara was silent, glanced at Huaying, turned around, and disappeared into the dark forest.

***

The falling pain in the abdomen became more severe.

Turning on the mechanism, entering the stone room, and dispelling the illusion, Uchiha Madara's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He supported the side of the bed, slowly placed himself on the cold and hard stone bed, took a breath, calmed down his breath, and then formed a mudra.A clone appeared beside the bed.

Even at this moment, Uchiha Madara is still calm.He lay down flat and ordered lightly: "Do it."

According to his words, he took out Kunai, roasted the sharp blade several times with the fire escape, and then pulled Madara's skirt——

Uchiha Madara closed his eyes, letting his thoughts wander.

If the interstitial cells can be extracted from this child, then he won't have to go back to Konoha.

If not, he still needs to confront that man again...

In that case, prepare Izanagi.

in case……

***

After grief, life goes on.

Huaying organizes the surviving old and young women and children to bury the dead.Old people and children can't do heavy work, so they are responsible for simple planting and starch washing.She and several other women rolled up their trouser legs, went to the fields to farm, went to build houses, and gritted their teeth to do men's work.

A few days later, a figure appeared at the entrance of the village.

He was dressed in plain black, still familiar to her.An equally black cloth bag was bulging in the crook of his arm.

At that time, Huaying was kneeling on the ground, picking up the loess around the seedlings.

She was a little embarrassed to let the other party see her unkempt appearance, quickly patted the dust off her hands, wiped her face with her sleeves, stood up, bowed her head in salute, and said, "Master Madara."

Uchiha Madara nodded slightly.His eyes are like the abyss of the deep sea that the light cannot reach.

Huaying found that the other party's hand was not a black cloth bag, but swaddling clothes.Inside, a little baby was sleeping soundly with its eyes closed.He had rosy cheeks and looked perfectly healthy.The fetal plush is soft.The two eyelashes are dense and long.

"It's so cute." Huaying couldn't help admiring.The originally desolate heart seemed to be revived because of this child, "Is this the orphan you picked up?"

Uchiha Madara did not answer.

He silently handed the child over.

Huaying understood the other party's thoughts, took it, and promised with a smile: "I will do my best to raise him up."

"..."

The fabric feels rough to the touch on the delicate skin of the cheeks.Only then did Huaying realize that the other party raised his hand to caress her cheek, and at the same time, she smelled a faint smell of blood.

"Don't worry," Madara said suddenly.

His voice was hoarse.

"I will build a world where your parents, younger brother, and all the villagers are there."

There will be no more pain.

Huaying looked at him a little puzzled.

Madara retracted her hand and strode away.

Huaying knew that he would not come again.

She held the baby tightly in her arms, stared at Madara's back, and murmured, "Master Madara, be careful all the way..."

***

A few months later, another group of uninvited guests came to the village.

They all looked energetic and vigorous, with a tie between their foreheads and a leaf symbol on the iron plate.

"Let me go, there is a village in such a remote place?"

"It's almost deserted, it looks so dilapidated."

"Hey, someone—"

Huaying hugged the child and walked towards the leading man.The other party looked to be in his twenties, with black hair and black eyes, the hair on the top of his head was slightly blown, but the lower part was soft and flowing.

"Hello, we are the ninjas of Konoha," he said, with a handsome appearance and polite manners, "I happened to pass by here on a mission."

Huaying nodded.

After talking for a few words, the man learned of their difficulties, and told his subordinates that the ninjas were very efficient in doing things, helping to cultivate the land and repair the houses, and they were busy with enthusiasm.

The man looked at the child in Huaying's arms, carved in pink and jade, tender and cute, with a subtle sense of familiarity.

He couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Ah, by the way." He suddenly took out a scroll and unfolded it in front of Huaying. "Miss, have you seen this person?"

"Forget it, Captain Hinata," a ninja yelled from the roof, "Even Hokage-sama doesn't send people to look for him anymore, why are you so fucking crazy!"

"Do your business!" Hinata Momo said unhappily, and turned his head to stare at Huaying in a daze, with a little bit of hope in his eyes.

The opponent shook his head.

The light in Hyugamo's eyes quickly faded away.He smiled wryly, and carefully put away the scroll.

The face in the portrait is engraved in the bottom of Huaying's eyes, and it will not leave for a long time.

The opponent is covered in red armor, with one hand on his hips and a flaming fan in the other.The facial lines are cold and handsome, with hints of aggression, and the whole body exudes an arrogance that looks down on the world.Black hair flying, mighty.

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★The memories of Huaying and the surviving villagers have been erased. The child just subconsciously felt that it was very important, so he has been helping to raise it.