[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

The famous knife is broken here. He said firmly, as if he had seen the face of that person when he heard the news, "Give him the knife. That guy will understand at that moment..."

"My lord!"

He snapped, "Aren't you even listening to my orders now?"

His subordinates burst into tears, and finally bowed deeply, hugging the rare famous knife in the world.

He looked at the battle outside again.Time is probably running out.This wasn't the best he'd ever imagined -- but it wasn't a bad thing either, it was much better than dying on the couch.

If there is any regret in this life, it is not being able to fight with you...

The next moment, the field of vision sank into darkness again.The sound of footsteps came from far and near, and finally stopped before the door of the room where they were sleeping.

It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't a dream.Madara opened her eyes abruptly to see a figure standing on the porch, a long shadow cast across the open door.He shuddered and sat up abruptly, only to see that the shadow quickly disappeared at a speed that ordinary people couldn't achieve, as if frightened.

He sat up quickly, threw off his sleeping bag and rushed up the cold porch barefoot.There were no traces there, not even footprints in the thin layer of dust.Madara was stunned for a moment, then turned around and called out:

"Hashirama!"

He yelled loudly, but Hashirama was still deeply asleep, showing no signs of waking up.Madara suddenly felt a gust of cold air rushing up from his back.He quickly walked back to the house and knelt down to check on his old friend.

Under the bright moonlight, Hashima's face looked too pale.He wasn't even sure if the other person was still breathing.

"Hashirama!"

五

"...you don't have to hit so hard..."

Covering his face, Hashirama said sullenly.

"Who knew you'd sleep like this! And now 'that thing' is gone."

Madara said that it looked as if he wanted to firmly deny the fact that he was frightened for a moment.Hashirama saw it, hid his smile under the cover of his hands, and asked, "Really?"

"I just saw it vaguely... the outline looks like an ancient warrior." Madara pointed to his waist, "the one with a sword."

"Ancient warrior..."

Hashirama was lost in thought.

"So you didn't sleep so deeply." Madara said suddenly, "What happened just now?"

"...Actually, I had a dream."

Madara raised his eyebrows: "Tell me."

"I dreamed of you." Hashirama said, "or, someone who looks like you."

That was the first time he saw the continuation of the dream.

In that silent room, he heard a man's deep voice.

"--come with me. As long as we join forces, our flag will fly all over the world."

"Isn't all of this enough now?"

He said, putting down the wine glass in his hand.A real anxiety came over him.

"you are too naive……"

The other party let out a chuckle.

By this time the snow had stopped.The high-altitude clouds moved into the distance, and soon the pale moonlight fell, reflected on the snow and entered the room.

"You know that some of those who surrendered to you still have malicious intentions... If you continue to fight, who will ensure your back? Those big names hide poisonous snakes and wolves in their hearts..."

"That's why I came to you." The man hidden in the shadows leaned forward.

"Be my shield..."

What the name that was called seemed to have been swallowed by the moonlight.But at this moment, he just stared at the face under the moonlight.Looking at his facial features alone, probably no one would believe that this is the number one general in the world, but the corners of the man's eyes and brows were tinged with a burning madness.At that moment, he seemed to see black flags flying all over the continent, seeing glorious fortresses rising up everywhere, seeing the prosperity and peace they dreamed of, but at the same time, he also saw endless wars and bloodshed, conspiracy and bloodshed... …

He tightly held the Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Actually, I've always felt that... you are the one who should be the one in the world." The man said slowly, "But it doesn't matter. You are willing to stay in this remote small country with your kindness and righteousness, and you are happy with yourself. Stay Wait here for the news that I have become a member of the world, will you go to Luo to see me at that time?"

"I can't ask for more."

He said, but he seemed to see some ominous shadows in the man's eyes.

The man stood up and walked out of the corridor.The thin clouds are gone, and a bright moon is shining brightly.When he was sitting there twirling the rosary, he heard a low voice of chanting.

"Compared with Huatian, 50 years in the human world are as perishable as a dream."**

"You mean, that man looks like me...?"

Hashirama nodded.

"A general from the Warring States Period..." Madara shook his head. If it was normal, he would think that Hashirama had read too many history books, but seeing that shadow with his own eyes changed his mind. "Do you remember, the real estate company Some people say that this place used to be the residence of military generals in the Warring States Period."

Zhu Jian was stunned.He raised his head and saw the courtyard outside. The bright moonlight fell, making the ground look like a layer of frost.He stood up abruptly: "It's here...!"

"what?"

Madara was confused by him, but Hashirama took his hand and jumped down the steps, pushed him to the middle of the courtyard, then took a few steps back and looked at him fixedly, as if he suddenly understood something.

"...It's here. That dream is here... After searching for so long, it turned out to be in Nanhe Township--"

At this moment, the complexion of Madara in the courtyard changed drastically.

"Behind you!"

Hashirama opened his eyes wide, and when he was about to turn around, the shadow had already stretched out his hand.The hand behind the armor covered Hashirama's eyes, and Madara only had time to see the flashing red armor.

"Hashirama!"

Regardless of the possibility of the shadow continuing to hurt people, Madara ran up with a big stride, but happened to catch the fallen Hashirama.He shook his friend's shoulder vigorously, but he couldn't wake him up like before.Hashirama's forehead became icy cold, and even his breath became too gentle and weak.

"……Fool."

Madara said something in a low voice, but no longer hesitated in the movements of his hands.He erected Hashirama, walked out of the haunted old house in the night, and walked towards the road outside.

六

He had learned the news while on the march.

They had just settled down at that time.The guards rushed into his tent, not daring to look him in the eyes when reporting.

That was not an unexpected result.As early as when they were parting in the villa, he had felt the possibility of this.

"Go down."

He said the sound was like falling on winter ice.When the soldiers left, the wind blew out the candles.

"Don't go. I told you that time..."

He whispered, as if he was facing the darkness that spread unprovoked in the tent.But that is a lie.Both of them had the desire for war burning in their hearts, but one let it burn, while the other surrounded himself with heavy worries.

The ballad that the man once sang rang in his ears again: "Whoever enjoys this floating life once, how can he live forever?" **He clenched the rosary in his hand because of the sudden sharp pain in his chest, tightly closed his eyes.

A voice came from the other side of the darkness.

"We should march in now."

He was silent, even though part of him understood the words and part of him resisted the suggestion.

"The one who would have wanted you to do that. All this time... he wanted you to be his opponent, didn't he?"

"Back off."

"...the messenger brought this knife."

Then something lit up from the darkness.It was a beautiful long knife... He recognized the knife, every detail from the scabbard to the handle was clear.This is the knife that that person never leaves.Its presence here means the message is true: no more twists, no more flukes.He could even see the man's proud expression.

The footsteps receded from the tent.

He sat there and finally reached out for the knife.

At that moment, the Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist suddenly broke, and the bodhi seeds rolled down to the ground like countless teardrops.

When Hashirama woke up, he saw Madara sitting beside his bed.

The young man was falling asleep with his head down, and there were signs of lack of sleep under his eyes.He looked at it for a while, and couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch Ban's bristling hair, and then Madara woke up with a start.

At that moment, Madara obviously showed a relieved expression, but it was quickly replaced by inherent indifference.

"It looks like you're fine."

"You carried me back...?"

"How is it possible, just go to the highway." Madara said, "Then I called your family to pick me up."

Hashirama sat up by himself.The remnants of the dream gradually dissipated, but the real emotion still lingered in his chest, as if the death had really happened.

If Madara was lost... no, even just thinking about the possibility aggravated the pain in his chest.He pressed his chest subconsciously, but this action made Madara's brows tightly wrinkled.

"...are you really all right?"

"It's okay...just had a bad dream."

Hashirama suppressed those thoughts about the dream.

From the moment he saw Madara's dance at the festival, he understood what the hole in his chest that could never be filled was.The completely different attire suddenly opened up an unfamiliar distance, and Madara became far away in an instant, and the distance was no longer within his reach.While being awed by the boy's gender-neutral beauty, he suddenly realized how much he was afraid of losing his spots.

want more.

This feeling was so overwhelming that he didn't even consider