[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Neither the pain of the stranger nor the joy of the stranger.

"I've thought long and hard over the long years and finally came up with a possible explanation.

"Human beings are like this. Pursuing happiness is also pursuing pain. Without pain, they cannot know what happiness is. They are not willing to walk the way that is shown to them. Their happiness is 'self' and cannot be given by others. , can only be attained by bloodshed and the rough road. Eternal peace, a peace that hurts no one, can only be an illusion."

His eyes turned and fixed on Madara.

"Do you understand all that I'm saying, Madara, descendant of repeating my path. What do you see with your eyes? Tell me."

"You're telling me it's all meaningless."

Madara said.Somewhere in his heart he has realized this - ever since he saw the last words of Sage of the Six Paths.But until he said those words, he hadn't felt the overwhelming despair.

But Indra nodded and shook his head again.

"The most important point is something that I only figured out after a long, long time.

"Madara, you're human too. Just like me."

"You can't imagine the pain I've been through."

Asura said.

"You are completely different from me. You have no experience of chasing after that person. You don't understand how important and insurmountable that person is to me. I was thinking, always thinking, how to catch up with my brother, Have the same strength as him, share his pain, stand side by side with him to face the enemy, and protect him. Even if it's only once, I don't want him to stand in front of me and bear the pain for me. I am his brother, I It is natural to protect him, and this relationship cannot be severed.

"But when I had power—the power that was supposed to protect him—it turned into a sharp sword toward him."

Hashirama stared at the man who claimed to be his ancestor.There is indeed such a trace in my memory: about Asura and Indra, the descendants of the Sages of the Six Paths, they fought endlessly for some reason. They are independent and at war with each other, making peace eternally short and wars erupting...

"Now that I think about it, I'm too stupid. I care too much about everything. I won't reject other people's kindness. I want to use a simple way to settle the conflict. I want my brother and everyone to be satisfied..."

At that moment the pain of the ancient immortal became so real: he was not like a god at all, but a weak, struggling and suffering man.

"But in the end I killed him."

"Is there no other way?" Hashirama couldn't help asking, "Why—"

"If it was you—what would you do? If everyone around you stopped believing in him, everyone thought he had betrayed him, he wasn't coming back, and you knew he was going to wreak havoc, Destroying everything you have worked so hard to protect over the years—" Ashura suddenly showed a cruel smile, "Look, we always encounter the same thing."

"I'll stop him," said Hashirama, hearing his heart beating restlessly.

"Tell me, besides killing him—is there any other way for you?"

Asura questioned him with the question Hashirama had just asked, with faint hostility in his eyes.

Hashirama closed his eyes.He heard his heart beating violently, as if he was going to burst out of the cage of his ribs, his muscles tensed, his palms were sweaty, and his nails dug deep into the flesh.

If he could, he would give his life to a man: he had done it before, without any hesitation, without any regrets.But what Madara wanted was never his life, nor revenge, nor empty power.

He should have known sooner.

Madara was staring at something he could not yet comprehend.That is the current him, the current Konoha—an ideal that neither can achieve.For this ideal, Madara may really turn against each other.

And when that time came—

"I do not know."

Hashirama said.

Ashura's eyes suddenly became dangerous.

"I want to protect Madara. I also want to protect Madara and everything I have built. But if everything really goes to the point of no return, there is no way for people to predict what they will do. Like You also didn't think that you would kill your brother..." Hashirama said in a low voice, "Now I can't imagine that I will swing my sword at Madara again."

"But when that time comes, will you make a decision?"

"At that time..." Hashirama stared at his ancestor many years ago, "I am determined to do everything possible to stop him."

"Even if you know..."

"I know."

Hashirama said.The moment he says it, he realizes that the answer is already there: an unconstructive and pointless answer that doesn't even appease his guilt.

"If I did kill him, I would never forgive myself. I would not outlive him."

"So?" Madara sneered, "There is no way for human beings to overcome despair—isn't it worth pursuing that higher ideal?"

Indra shook his head.

"Because the sacrifices on that road are the same as the sacrifices on this road now."

Madara clenched his hands under the cuffs.

"Small sacrifices are used to exchange for long-term peace... However, no one can know that the current sacrifice is small, and the peace obtained is worthwhile. We all hate endless fights, endless estrangements, and endless wounds. ——We thought we could afford everything to cut them off, but on the way, didn't we fall into the same pattern: hurting, deceiving, plotting, killing... When I looked back at the last moment, I found that I had become became the person I hate the most." Indra said, his face was slightly clouded, "Because I walked the same road as you, so I don't want to see my descendants, see You, Madara, go down that path again."

Madara was silent for a long time.Indra didn't say anything either.

Admitting your mistakes has never been easier.

"...What is that black shadow?"

And Madara finally asked a question that seemed completely unrelated.

"I don't know either. It has been around us for a long time, even before my brother and I were born, it probably existed. Although I don't know what it wants, it should...not be a good thing .”

Spotted nodded.There is still no confusion or despair on his face: he still refuses to show his 01:30 point in front of outsiders.

"Then we have nothing to say."

Indra nodded silently.

The dream gradually faded away.The solidity of the body dragged Madara down.And at the last moment, Indra's voice rang in his ears.

"...Tell Asura, I never hated him."

"Maybe I should kill you here."

Asura frowned tightly, and there was a slight sign of madness in his eyes.

"I've seen it too...too many times. My descendants made the same choice. They abandoned their brother's descendants, and repeated and continued the fighting between the two races, as if they had the same It's not the same blood, it seems that words can never be conveyed, understanding can never be achieved, and the desire to protect will always run counter to each other... Now that I think about it, that is the curse that I killed my relatives and left on you.

"If you are killed here, will everything be over?"

Hashirama watched his ancestor.

What a painful thing that is, it's terrifying just to imagine it.If killing him would end all of this—it would probably be a salvation for Asura.

but……

"We're not at the end yet. I've found Madara. I'll ask him what he wants, and if he wants the right thing, then I'll do it with him..." Hashirama's expression Can't help becoming soft, "Just like you trying to catch up with your brother, Madara is also my apocalypse."

"What if he wants something you can't approve?" Asura said coldly.

Hashirama thought carefully for a long time before answering:

"Our paths will always meet at some point. Because he and I have always been looking forward to the same thing... Even if there is a momentary difference, we can always return to the same path in the end."

Ashura fell silent.He has been disappointed too many times, and his little hope has long been faded into despair, to the point where he can no longer generate new trust: he can no longer trust anyone.

But he is a bystander after all.

The choice is only in the hands of Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara.

"Go back."

He turned around and stopped looking at his descendants.

"Be careful of a black shadow. It's called 'Hei Jue'. It has no powerful power, but it can't be eliminated from this world. It seems to be plotting something, always hovering around Indra and his descendants, agitating They went to do something...but it was too late when I found out."

"'Heijue'? Thank you for reminding me."

"Don't do things you regret." Asura didn't turn his head back again, "If you kill Madara, you can't protect everything you have built. The blood shed will eventually turn into bitter fruit and flow into you in the blood of my brother and I are cursed