[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Cursing to kill all day long...

"If possible... I also want to see what the country you have built looks like."

After this whisper, the dream lost its due weight.Hashirama hurriedly said:

"Have you nothing to say to me?"

In the gradually disintegrating dream, Asura glanced back at Hashirama.

"I love him. But what I say now is nothing but a lie."

When he woke up, he saw Madara.

The past night seemed almost as long as half a lifetime.It will take him some time to regain his sense of reality, but before that, when he opened his eyes for the first time and saw the figure sitting with his back in the faint morning light, he knew it was Madara.

This cognition sank into his heart like a small flame, warm and soft, as if all words and emotions were melted into a small nucleus by this warmth, falling in his heart, following his heart beats.

He just stared at Madara, unable to remember to call him.I also forgot how long it took, Madara seemed to notice his gaze and turned around.

Their eyes met in the dim morning light.

"I have something to tell you."

Hashirama said.

Spotted nodded.That means roughly—me too.

So he pulled the man who was caught off guard towards him.The morning chill seeped in with another body, but Hashirama didn't care, and pulled the man closer, so close that he could feel the sound of another heartbeat hitting his ribs closely.

There are so many things to say, so much that I don't know which one to say first, so much that my voice curls up into a ball with difficulty, hiding deep in my chest, like a frightened little animal refusing to poke its head out.

But those sentences were there early on.

When he overlooked Konoha's village at dawn and dusk, when he was walking in the forest of Gaotianyuan, immersed in the dreams of the past, when he was resting and looking at the farmers working in the fields, he walked alone for a long time. When the long, long road went to find friends, even earlier, earlier, those sentences had been deeply buried in his heart.

He had thought it was self-explanatory.There is a stronger bond between them that connects them: a tangible and tangible dream, an ideal buried in the bottom of my heart since childhood, the village, the clan, and the promise of guardianship.Everything he thought he had obtained would never change again.

Thinking about it now, he was too self-righteous.

He was silent for a long, long time, and Madara didn't rush him.The faint light of the sky is like a gray single-clothes draped over them, as if to isolate all the troubles, this small room is the world.For the first time, the feeling rose between the pillars: Madara will not disappear again.

"It just occurred to me suddenly that I seem to have never told you that I love you."

He said it sincerely, with a little shyness and awkwardness.

Madara raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you'd say the more important things first."

"That's the most important thing."

Hashirama protested, seeing a bright smile flashing across Madara's eyes: "Do you think I don't know?"

"I don't want that sentence to be a lie too. Can you imagine? I had a long dream..."

Hashirama held Madara's hand as he continued.

That wasn't to keep him.

Rather, they are going forward together.

end

A long time later, when the ninjas passed through the Valley of the End, they would still cast respectful glances at the stone statues on both sides of the waterfall.If there happened to be students who had just been promoted to Jinnin, they would point to the two stone statues and talk about the earth-shattering battle between Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara here.

Now there is no such powerful ninjutsu, only relying on the power of Chakra can tear the landscape and cut off the river... There is no one in this world who can control the tailed beast, and there is no ninja who can use the wooden escape.

They said it with nostalgia and awe.

As for Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara, it was absolutely impossible for them to think of the future when they were fighting.The battle that day was so fierce that no one except them could approach their battlefield, so Konoha's ninjas could only wait anxiously in the distance, waiting for one side to really fall.

Even Hashirama and Madara seem to have finally run out of power.Nine Tails' chakra disappeared.The wooden Buddha of fairy art also disappeared.At the bottom of the valley that was bombarded, there were only two people left: their armor was damaged, their faces and bodies were covered with wounds, and the remaining Chakra was not even enough to release a basic ninjutsu.

None of them spoke, but silently raised their arms.

Just like the fate doomed in the dark,

The knife and the knife burst into sparks, and the sharpness of that moment seemed to cut off the endless rain.

The descendants of Ashura and Indra will be at war forever—

The shadow that was watching everything let out a silent sigh.He saw Hashirama's knife stabbing into Madara's chest, and Madara's scythe cutting through Hashirama's flank.

The tragic end came again.

Failed again.

Even though the hatred continued, Infinite Monthly Reading still failed to come true.

Then you can only wait for the next reincarnation.

Waiting for the next senseless killing.

No matter how long it takes or how many sacrifices it takes, there is always a possibility to let the mother come to this land again——

The black shadow sighed, and quietly left the shadow cast by Madara's lifeless body.

However, at the next moment, the scenery as far as the eye could see shattered.

The rain and blood disappeared, and even the valley that appeared due to the Chakra conflict disappeared.Kyuubi in Susano is staring at it covetously, while several Myojin Gates with Immortal Chakra fixed it in the center of Nangagawa.Madara and Hashirama were standing together, watching Kurojue who was finally caught.

"...The illusion of Sharingan..." Heijue gasped unwillingly. It twisted its body and wanted to escape and sneak back into the shadows, but the sealing circle that unfolded at an unknown time had already fixed it in place. ground, "Exactly... when..."

"It really took a lot of time to find a way to force you out." Madara said coldly, and Hashirama had already formed a seal on his hand, and the light of the sealing circle almost swallowed Heijue, " You can't escape now."

Hei Jue struggled, as if he couldn't believe that he was simply captured by human schemes: "You hateful... despicable guys—"

Hearing this, Hashirama smiled:

"Don't dare. For you who have been secretly coveting you for so many years, what is our little effort?"

Hei Jue's eyes rolled around in the black shadow, and finally aimed at Madara standing aside.

"Aren't you going after your ideals? What you want, but only I can give you... Is it really good to surrender to Senshou Hashirama like this? Others will say that you surrendered to Konoha because you lost to him of……"

"Collect your lies. No matter how sweet the package is, it's □□——what do you want? The awakening of the evil god?"

Heijue finally realized that all its means had been exhausted.It looked at the two humans with its eyes, and threw out the last venom:

"Even if I lied to you, it's for your own good, Madara...don't be fooled by the guys around you. This is how despicable human beings are. As long as there is light, there will be darkness. Peace will always be preceded by war and death." If there is no pain, you will not know happiness, even if there is happiness, there will be new desires——” Hei Jue gave a sinister smile, “Even if you clean me up, it doesn’t mean anything, what you have done All will be void, just like my mother was betrayed by her sons, Madara, you too will be betrayed by all of your credulity...you can't kill me, I will forever...forever... Watching your fate..."

In the next moment, the magic circle on the ground has rolled up, like a black core that has absorbed Hei Jue into it.Hashirama and Madara formed the imprint of the child together, and the chakra that had always been attached to them was entangled and thrown towards the black core.

The valley shook.The land was held by the strange gravitational force, and it was heavily attached to the black core, forming a huge sphere.It floated, rising slowly into the dark night sky like a giant balloon.

Hashirama took Madara's hand.

They can all feel that the "something" that has been closely connected to them for so long is no longer there.

"finished."

"Ah..." Hashirama looked at the starry sky, "It's over."

Feeling the strength from the man holding his hand, Madara raised his eyebrows: "Are you worried? Do you think I will be provoked by its words?"

"I'm not sure what you think." Hashirama said frankly, "You've been away for a long time, I don't know if you want to come back. We tried to make some efforts, but I don't know if the current Konoha is Your ideal appearance..." As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, as if mushrooms were about to grow on his head in the next moment.

"...Your old problem of depression, probably can't be cured." Madara said helplessly, "Forget it. Without me watching, who knows what kind of mess you will make. Anyway, this is the village I built... . . . it's unbearable."

"Huh?" Hashirama suddenly raised his head, "Really...really?"

"I won't humble myself to you." Madara hugged his chest, "I won't always follow your ideas."

Hashirama showed an overly bright smile: "We can discuss