[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Stones have seen blood. "

Madara looked at Hashirama.At that moment, he may have seen some hesitation in Hashirama, but he didn't directly ask why.He asked, casually:

"Hashirama, do you think there will be a day when fighting will stop completely?"

At that moment, neither Senjujuma nor Uchiha Madara realized that this question would lead them astray.Gazing at the peaceful cityscape, Hashirama just maintained his unaltered optimism as always, and said:

"Ah, that will definitely come."

No. [-]

After a long winter and spring, the village under the right-angle cliff has been built.The daimyo of the Land of Fire sent an official document, appointing the new Ninja Village to be the only Ninja Village in the Nation of Fire.This is still unheard of on the entire continent.The village was named Konoha no Sato, and its leader—as the leader of the ninjas who protected the Land of Fire—was called Hokage.

The first Hokage was Senju Hashirama.

Many years later, the past has been obliterated and no longer remembered: ninjas are used to hiding in the dark, and will not compile their own history into books. This seems to be a habit of people who have passed through the Warring States Period. Too many old people who have been killed and lost are always silent when they mention the past, as if words will only distort the past, and comments on others are nothing but blasphemy against the dead.Perhaps this is their wisdom: rather than letting history become a weapon in the hands of political strategists, it is better to let the past sink into the river of forgetfulness.

It is good not to speak.After all, there are always thousands of right and wrong aspects of a matter, depending on the standpoint and vision of the viewer-did every Senshou ninja let go of past hatred like their leader at that time?Did every ninja of the Uchiha voluntarily submit to the leadership of the old enemy at that time?Have they worried that peace will wear down the value of ninjas, or maybe the war of blood and fire has made them feel tired from the bottom of their hearts?Are they used to obeying all the orders of the leader, or are they hiding their likes and dislikes under the surface?

No one knows all this.

All that remains is the sculpture on the Shadow Rock, silently overlooking the old village in time.

It was already evening when Hashirama arrived at the Uchiha House with a souvenir from afar—a rare place after becoming Hokage, and the sky had not yet completely darkened after a day of meetings and official duties.The slanting sunset cast a layer of orange-red light on the street, and suddenly the whole street seemed to be bathed in burning flames.It was a subtle and unspeakable illusion, as if what he walked into was not the Konoha of the past, but another world that was empty on the outside but actually different inside.

But luckily he found Madara soon.

Madara sat alone in the room, looking at the scroll in his hand thoughtfully, as if all his energy was attracted by the jerky characters on it.When he walked into the courtyard between the pillars, he said without raising his head:

"I thought you were too busy to come and visit."

"I'm really sorry." Hashirama clasped his hands together in an apologetic gesture, "I didn't expect to be so busy at all—I hope this year will be fine. Here, this is a special product brought back from the country of sand."

"What?" Madara frowned, looking distrustful.

"Some kind of date. It is said to be very good with wine."

Madara raised her eyebrows and complained that "I've never seen such a cunning guest who didn't bring some drinks with him", but in the end the two sat on the porch and drank.

The night in the forest always came earlier, even though the light blue sky was still covered with fiery red clouds, the light in the yard gradually dimmed, so the subtle expressions of the people around were blurred into the dark blue sky light.But Madara doesn't like electric lights very much - although it is much more convenient than before, he seems to hate the constant and unchanging light, or maybe it is too harsh for Uchiha's sensitive eyes.But everything new is always different from the past. Even if the courtyard retains a bit of the old landscape, it is no longer the place where they used to spend time with their families.

So Hashirama poured some wine for Madara: "Are you still used to living here?"

"Across the river, what's the difference?" Madara said, picking up a jujube to eat.The dates seemed to be dried and pickled. On the brown skin, coagulated sugar granules could be seen, and the taste was similar to coagulated honey.Madara obviously liked the sweetness quite a bit, as if the atmosphere around her body softened.

"That's true." Hashirama said, couldn't help being a little happy, "That's good, that's good."

"I heard that you visited Quan Zuo a while ago."

"Ah, it's great that Mr. Gonzaku is recovering physically."

"Finally, I got my life back."

Spotted said lightly.The old man's injury that time made him step into the country of death. If it weren't for the medical ninja of Senshou's family, maybe this life would not be saved.Fortunately, although the rebellion was caused by Uchiha, Tolai Quansaku's selflessness and Madara's activity brought the relationship between the two clans closer. Fighting together is always the easiest way to promote mutual trust among ninjas. .

"Now the injured ninjas can always be treated better..." Hashirama said, "The hospital has been built, and all medical ninjas will go there to take turns to be on duty, and a ninja team will be formed in the future , distribute the medical ninjas equally to each operation..."

"I don't need it." Madara picked up dates to eat again.

"You seem to have a deep prejudice against medical ninjas, Madara. It was the same last time, and I didn't know how to bandage after being injured..." Hashirama said with a headache.

Ban snorted: "Didn't you help me heal?

But I can't always be by your side.

These words almost reached Hashirama's mouth, but finally fell silent.Madara had clearly read the words from his expression.

"That's right, Hokage is naturally impossible to act with me... Do you think I care about such things?"

There was a long silence between the pillars.What he said that day on the right-angled cliff was like an invisible wall between them, which seemed to block the possibility of all speech.But Madara still pressed on, with sharp and direct eyes:

"Do you think I'm such a narrow-minded man?"

"It's not like that." Hashirama immediately retorted, "I just—"

"You just told me something that can't be achieved? You should know the final outcome at the moment when Tokena reminded you, but Hashirama, you have to be vigilant, those who are by your side today may turn their backs on you one day Humans are always weak and vacillating;" Madara relaxed his posture, and he turned to the yard gradually engulfed in darkness, "They can't see the possible danger and indulge in the present comfort, and the person who points out the danger will be punished instead. Rise up and attack..."

The next moment there was a little more strength on his knees.Hashirama placed her hands on his knees—a gesture that restrained herself from being too intimate.

"spot……"

He pronounced the name of an old friend like a pious prayer.

"This time you can trust us."

Madara watched him with an oddly distant expression.That was strange: the man was sitting within reach of the pillars.

"I've always believed in you." Madara said extremely calmly, as if he had indeed seen something that Hashirama had forgotten in the darkness, "But——you also have things that you can't see, Hashirama."

This is not the first time.

Whether it was when he was young by the river, later in the hut in Takamahara, at the negotiating place or before in the fight with Madara - every time he thought he had caught Madara, the man would leave His gaze fled away, forming a new image that Hashirama didn't understand, as if he had never understood Madara before.

However, in the many years they have passed, Hashirama has always held on to their original dreams and walked forward.He firmly believes that they only took a fork in the road for a short time, but they will eventually go the same way, because within Banana's indestructible self-armed, there is a gentle heart that has not been tortured by time and adversity.

This confidence has never wavered.

The only thing is, he doesn't always have enough bargaining chips to keep Madara.

"you can not do that."

Hashirama lowered his head, his voice hoarse.

"You can't always be like this... decide on your own and leave me behind."

Spot's expression changed.He stretched out his hand to cover Hashirama's.

"I have no intention of leaving...Hello, Hashirama."

The man grabbed his hand backhand.The hands wrapped in gloves all year round looked extremely pale, but they were strong and warm.The next moment, the other party came closer, and there was a blood-red light in the dark eyes.He stared very closely at Hashirama, then touched his cheek lightly.

"...It's not like you."

Hashirama stretched out her hand and hugged Madara tightly, as if physical intimacy could be a harbinger of the future.

"It's my fault," he admitted, "I was too anxious to keep you...but it might just be a burden to you....Promise me that if you find out that I've done anything wrong, you will tell me. "

"It's not your fault."

Madara said briefly.He also stretched out his hand to hug Hashirama, even with no less force than Hashirama.The next moment, Hashirama pulled away and kissed Madara.

It was a silent request, retention and oath - everything he could express in words was clumsy.They are all shaped too hard by this world and cannot easily expose their hearts wrapped in heavy armor, so the things between the bodies become simple and direct, as if this can fill the gap.