[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

The relationship is always a big step forward than the enemy.

He sat on the tree, looked at the hut in the forest, and smiled slightly.

It was already evening when the sun set for Madara to take off the bandage.Hashirama wiped off the remnants of the herbs with a wet towel, and said, "It's not so bright now, it will be better for your eyes."

Spotted blinked.After being covered by the bandage for too long, his eyes became a little dazed, wandering back and forth as if he couldn't determine the focal length.Hashirama couldn't help staring at him, holding a bandage and handkerchief in his hand, he couldn't remember what he was going to do for a while.

Such spots, how to say...

"cute"?

Seemingly recovering from the dim light, the man whose eyes were clear again glanced over, and instantly broke up the adjective that Hashirama had found with great difficulty into scattered pseudonyms all over the place.

"Thank you."

Unexpectedly correcting his posture, Madara leaned slightly towards Hashirama to salute.

Hashirama hurriedly waved his hands: "You're too polite. And this is just the beginning of treatment....So, is your eyes better?"

"It seems that I can see more clearly than before. I haven't felt any pain today."

Hashirama immediately showed a happy expression: "Really? That's great."

So Madara stared at him with that sharp look again.

"First of all, even if you have helped me a lot in this matter, I will not show mercy because of it. The next time we meet on the battlefield, we should each come according to our own abilities."

... Sure enough, Madara can speak.

Hashirama smiled wryly, and tried to change the subject: "At least don't talk about war within the realm of the gods."

It's just a poor excuse.However, Madara was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "You are right. It is indeed disrespectful."

Just as Hashirama was a little rejoiced, he realized that the result was that the two of them were sitting opposite each other, as if they didn't know what to say all of a sudden.Fortunately, before the embarrassment reached the critical point, Hashirama finally remembered the bandage in his hand.

"I'll take care of this first, and then get something to eat."

"food?"

Madara repeated the last two words, with a big doubt written on his face.

"Madara, don't you just bring Bingliangwan?"

"Whispering, did you bring food with you when you came to practice?"

"...It's been a long time." Hashirama's voice of defense became smaller and smaller.

"Hey, you're a ninja anyway—" Madara frowned as expected when he noticed that Hashirama had shrunk into a mushroom shape again, "Why are you still having this super troublesome self-conscious symptom!"

Hashirama slowly raised his head, his eyes were almost sparkling: "So Madara, you still remember."

Madara froze, then looked away.

So the two really started cooking on the open space in front of the house.

And it's mushroom cooking rice.

Madara's expression seems to be too lazy to complain about why there is an iron pot and why it is this kind of food.Hashirama seemed rather interested—although after putting the rice, mushrooms, and water into the pot, all he had left was to add firewood to the fire.

The night slowly deepened.In the evening, the thin blue sky faded from the treetops, and then the color of the night was rendered layer by layer, and finally only the light of the campfire illuminated them.This situation is actually very similar to the way back from a mission, Hashirama thought, if there is no urgent matter ahead and everyone is a little tired, they will often stop to get something to eat on the way, such as catching a fish, or catching a rabbit or something .The aroma of food always makes people feel stable. Even if you have not returned home, as long as you have warm food and companions by your side, even at night, it will add some elements of peace of mind.

And now beside him is Madara.

Zhu Jian was in a good mood suddenly, and the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.He handed over the well-cooked rice: "Here. Give it a try, I'm still a little confident in my skills."

Madara raised an eyebrow and took the bowl and chopsticks.Hashirama stared at him until he took his first bite.

"How about it?"

"Too much salt."

"No way?" Hashirama hurriedly filled a bowl by himself, and after eating it, he found that the taste was just right.Only then did he realize that Madara was smiling.

"I lied to you. Surprisingly, it's not bad."

...Probably admitting this made the other party somewhat uncomfortable.Hashirama thought absently, but in fact he started staring at the man sitting on the other side of the campfire again.The unsteady flames danced on his face, making his face look somewhat different—sometimes it looked younger, and sometimes it seemed older, as if the unpredictable flames were like some kind of mysterious Revelation, the wonderful reflection of the past and the future in the present.Hashirama suddenly realized that he had known Madara for a long time.And in the foreseeable future, their destinies will probably continue to be intertwined, even as enemies.

"What's wrong?" Sensing Hashirama's gaze, Madara glanced over.

"Madara... what happened to your eyes?"

Hashirama hesitated for a moment, but finally asked.

Ban Chi laughed: "You have already started the treatment, so you came to ask about the cause?"

Hashirama said frankly: "The symptoms are easy to understand. The medicines I use and the medical ninjutsu I use can relieve your symptoms, but after all, the eyes of the Uchiha family are too mysterious. I don't know whether these methods can relieve your symptoms." It really solves the problem at its root.”

Madara put down the empty rice bowl.He folded his hands on his chest, as if he was thinking about something.

Hashirama suddenly felt his presumptuousness.Such things as Blood Succession Limitation are originally the secrets of each family, not to mention the tense relationship between Senju and Uchiha.When he was thinking about how to apologize, he heard Madara say four short words:

"That's a curse."

This makes it impossible to ask any more questions.Hashirama fell silent, eating the mushroom rice that was starting to cool.

...It seems that there is indeed too much salt.

Finally he packed the cooking utensils away and came back to find Madara still sitting by the fire looking up at the sky.

"There's no moon here."

"Probably because it's a different world."

Madara was silent for a moment, and asked, "That room is actually where you live, right?"

"Huh?" Hashirama was about to say something, but Madara cut him off: "Go to sleep. I've already slept in during the day.—Or are you worried that I will do something while you are asleep?"

Hashirama shook his head and denied the second half of the sentence: "I believe in you."

Although he still wants to give up the room a little bit - in fact, sleeping or not sleeping is not such a serious matter, but if he continues to be humble, it will be some kind of distrust.He said good night and got up from the campfire to leave.

Before he closed the door, he saw Madara sitting alone in front of the campfire, like a black bird with its wings folded to perch by itself.

Sonosan

Sharingan is a power and a curse.

If a single person encounters Uchiha, he will run away, and if two people find a way to go around and attack from behind - this is a saying among ninjas that proves the horror of the illusion that the Uchiha family uses those eyes to display .Even if one is lucky enough to escape the attack as a person who is good at illusion, the enemy will inevitably have insight into the attack routine. If one is unlucky, even ninjutsu will be copied.

For this reason, the Uchihas carefully maintain their blood inheritance boundaries, and even more regard when the children open their eyes as a major event.And Uchiha's enemies also put how to make the opponent lose the pair of demon pupils as the top priority-because of this, many of Uchiha's elders are blind.

Some people's eyes were ruthlessly destroyed on the battlefield, and some people were poisoned and blinded by evil plots.But more people's eyes seem to be intact, but for some reason they can no longer see the light.So they often live in seclusion, as if they are ashamed to rely on the achievements of the past to survive, as if this kind of survival itself has insulted their pride as Uchiha.

When Uchiha Madara was young, it happened that an elder was seriously ill, and his father, who was the patriarch, took him to condolences.The old man was dressed in clothes, his thin white hair was draped over his shoulders, and only a pair of eyes still had a little light in them.Madara sat down beside him, noticing the signs of neglect everywhere in the room, even the half cup of cold tea on the tray by her head.

"I'm so busy with business that I can't spare the time to visit. It's really my fault."

"Why bother to say these things." The old man sighed, "This old body should have died with my family long ago..."

"Please don't say that." His father held the old man's skinny palm, "If it weren't for you...after that catastrophe, the Uchiha of today would probably have less than half of his tribe."

"What are you talking about now?" The old man shook his head slightly, but his eyes saw Madara sitting upright beside his father.

"Tajima, is this your intended heir?"

"Indeed the best of my children."

"Have you ever opened your eyes?"

"Not yet. But even so, Taijutsu can already stand shoulder to shoulder with adults. On the battlefield, he also cut off the enemy's head." Tajima said, his pride could not help but be revealed from his words.

It is a pity that the old man did not share this father's pride.

"It's such a shameful time for children to rush to the battlefield." The old man said, with tears rolling down from his cloudy eyes.He reached out and stroked Ban's hair, and said in a low voice, "I hope you can never be cursed by this Sharingan..."

Madara stared at the old man and nodded without thinking, still at a loss as to where the curse was directed.Even this old thing fades with time