[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Come to the benefactor, "Where did you come from? There has been a war here, are you a mercenary? Or a ninja?"

The last word seemed to touch something, and the man glanced at her with a half-smile.

"Have you ever heard of ninjas?"

"I've heard of it. It is said that farther north than here, there is a towering mountain, where thunder resounds all year round, and there are powerful ninjas living on that mountain...but that is the land of thunder It has nothing to do with us here. I heard from people in the village that if we had ninjas, the war might have ended long ago.”

"why?"

"Because ninjas are powerful—everyone says so. They say those famous ninjas can bring wind and rain and lightning, can blow fire out of their mouths, and can grow trees out of the ground with a single hand. No one can catch them." Seeing their whereabouts, it sounds as powerful as a fairy..." Linnai said, not noticing that the benefactor showed a little imperceptible smile because of her description.Belatedly, she realized the coolness on her face.

"……Snowing."

The snow in the mountains came fast and dense.At the beginning, it was just a little bit of snow grains like millet, but when the two arrived in the village, it was already dense like torn reed flowers, and it was almost impossible to see the people on the opposite side when walking on the road.Linnai brought her benefactor back home. Her younger siblings were a little shy, holding her by the hem of her clothes and hiding behind her, like chickens hiding under the wings of a hen.Her benefactor sat in a corner by himself, looking more and more serious in the firelight and shadows, almost as unapproachable as a god in a temple.Rena cooked some porridge with the newly carried rice and miscellaneous grains, served with pickled radishes and the salted fish that she hid and was reluctant to eat—even so, when she brought the dinner over, she was very anxious.

"It's really disrespectful..."

But the man didn't say anything, so he picked up his chopsticks and ate.The movements are very graceful, and there is no sound at all.

The snow outside is still falling densely, as if trying to gather everything into its white sleeves.The small mountain village is extremely quiet, not a single sound of people barking or barking can be heard, only the slight crackling of firewood in the firepit in the house.

Reina was sitting by the firepit, knitting rope.This is her family's handicraft. The rope is very beautiful and strong when it is woven, and it can earn a little money when it is sold in the market.At first, the younger siblings were also helping, but then they became so sleepy that their small bodies fell on top of her involuntarily.

She stuffed the two children into the quilt, and turned around to realize that the man in the corner who had been dozing off had opened his eyes at some point and was looking here.

"Where are your parents?"

"During the war here, there were warriors who were in trouble..."

Rena stopped talking when she said this.

"Have you worked hard?" the man asked.

"It's hard work. But, after all, my younger siblings are by my side, so I feel that no matter how hard it is, I have to live on." She said, poking the firewood with the fire chopsticks in her hand, and the small flames danced in her black eyes. "I really don't know when the war will stop."

"Even if the war stops, what you lose will never come back."

"That's too greedy." Reina smiled, "Even if I pray to the gods like this, I will be regarded as a greedy guy... No matter how ugly I am, how I struggle, I must live. Women are like this, and everyone lives like this.”

So the other party didn't say anything.The quiet cold permeates in, embracing the small warmth of the house in its broad arms, making the house like a lonely ship on the boundless ocean, ready to cut off its relationship with the world at any time.Linnai looked at the siblings beside her, and then at the man leaning in the corner of the room.The benefactor seems to have fallen asleep.Linnai breathed out silently, put down the work in her hand, rubbed her sore eyes, lay down next to her siblings and fell asleep.

When she woke up again, everything was too quiet.It was as if cotton balls had been stuffed into my ears, and I couldn't hear anything.She turned over and sat up, only to realize that the excessive darkness in the room was due to snow sealing the windows, but the door was not closed tightly, and a ray of blue morning light came through.

The man sitting in the corner was gone.

She turned over and got up, wrapped her cloak, stepped on her snowshoes, and hurried out.There was a vast expanse of whiteness outside, and it was easy to see the person standing on the hillside in the distance.He stood there, looking up at the dove-gray sky, as if waiting for a signal, a voice, a delay.

Rena stopped.She was a little afraid to disturb the other party, so she turned around and went back, digging some firewood from the shed behind the house with great effort.After entering the room, she found her brother crying.

"What's the matter, Bonnie?"

Bangtai sat there, crying convulsively.He reached out and grabbed Linnai's sleeve, and said timidly: "My sister is not awake... woo..."

Rena was startled.She stretched out her hand tremblingly and touched her sister's forehead, the high heat of the tentacles made her heart tighten all of a sudden.

"Spring? Spring?"

She whispered her sister's name in a low voice, and half hugged her in her arms in a panic.What to do, it is definitely not possible to go outside to find a doctor in such a heavy snow, but the fever is so severe...

"Tuck her up. Is there a clean cloth?"

A deep voice sounded behind Rena.She turned her head abruptly, only to realize that her benefactor had returned to the house at some point, and was bending over to look at the little girl whose face was flushed with heat.

"Yes, yes..."

Linnai said in a panic, put her sister back on the bed, picked up a thin quilt to wrap her up, and then pulled out some clean fine white cloth from the bottom of the basket.The man took the white cloth from her hand, went outside to wet it with snow, and came back to apply it on the child's forehead.

Mrs. Bang knelt and watched, but couldn't remember crying, and occasionally sobbed habitually.The man looked at him for a moment, and said, "Let the boy wear some more too.—I'll find some herbs."

"But now the snow is too heavy—" Rena said while wrapping the cloak around her younger brother.She didn't know what to do, but the benefactor didn't seem to mind the heavy snow outside at all, but before going out, his footsteps stopped.

"... What is the child's name?"

two

Uchiha spot

The eagle he was waiting for never came.

In fact, Ban Su never admitted that he was waiting.It's just that someone will send messenger Ninja Hawk over regularly, and it becomes a habit after a long time.He began to pay attention to looking up at the sky during the journey, paying attention to whether there were any shadows cast by the wings.

I don't know who trained the eagle. When it landed, it was always polite and restrained, neither too close nor too far away. After he read the letter for a while, he spread his wings and flew away after confirming that there was no reply. The temperament is completely different from the column.Hashirama would definitely not be so indifferent.With that hearty smile, he would lean over calmly and talk about the messy little things: men like those little things that happen in the village, those things that have nothing to do with the fighting and the battlefield, and are full of daily life. Disorder and messy little things, like letters from him - the sunset over the rocks is beautiful.The weather is getting warmer and the swallows are back.What happened to the kids at school.and so on.These things seem to be something that Hashirama will pay attention to, or he hopes to share with Madara, as if by doing so, Madara has not become too alienated from Konoha.

This is naturally wishful thinking by Hashirama.

Madara knew this, but he was used to waiting for Hashirama's letter, used to unfolding the carefully folded note to read the familiar handwriting on it, and used to imagining Hashirama's expression when he wrote the pen.Habit was terrible, it seeped in, it was tied like a string at the bottom of his ribs, a long thread that would tie him wherever he went.

He wasn't sure he hated the feeling.

And the eagle still didn't come.

He stood on the white hillside, looking at the dove-gray sky, the snow stopped for a while, but perhaps there was still a snowstorm conceived in the clouds.The distant mountains have become faint outlines dyed by light ink, almost blending with the pale white sky.This endless snow is completely different from Konoha.It seldom snows there, and even if it does fall occasionally, it is difficult to accumulate.The last time I remembered Luoxue - when he was still in Konoha - Hashirama was still with him.At that time, the differences between them were still hidden. Both of them had a vague premonition in their hearts, but they both avoided talking about it, as if there was no room for change once it was revealed.That day, he sat on the porch and watched the snow fall in the courtyard, and it was fleeting, leaving only a few wet marks, as if everything would disappear like this.At that time, Hashirama hugged him from behind.

"If you're leaving... at least tell me."

Did that sentence really echoed in his ears, or was it some kind of misplaced memory?He couldn't remember.What I can remember is the kiss, a long, lingering kiss with reluctance and nostalgia.If there was a plea in it, it was as silent as their conversation.

Now Madara will remember those past events.He would think of Quanna, Zhujian, Uchiha's clansmen, and the hypocritical ideal that once tempted him to jump into fire.He searched countless times, compromised, gave up, searched again - but in the end all that awaited him was the same failure.Indra said, don't forget that you are only human like me.

But if Uchiha's arrogance is given up, what is left of Uchiha Madara.If he gave up his harshness, would all his searching still be meaningful?

The sudden cry of a child pulled him back from his distant thoughts.The voice came from the house where he boarded.Madara narrowed her eyes slightly, and walked quickly