[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

The passage of time was gradually forgotten, and if it wasn't for mentioning sharingan by accident, I wouldn't see it in my dream again.

It was just dawn when Madara woke up.

There seemed to be no living things in this strange forest, except for the morning light, not even the slightest bird song.He jumped from the tree—as he usually did when he was camping out—and walked briskly toward the cabin.

It would be fine if his eyesight was limited, but Madara would not let Hashirama control his whereabouts if he could move freely.Fortunately, although this forest is so lonely, it also provides enough hiding space.When Madara walked back to the front of the house with the morning dew, she happened to see Hashirama coming from another direction with her arms full of herbs.

"Good morning." The man smiled very naturally and greeted, "Sorry, I still need a little time to process the herbs."

Madara snorted, indicating that he already knew about it.

"Come in and sit down?" Hashirama said as he pushed open the door.

Madara noticed that the blanket he had slept on was neatly folded and set aside.Madara went in and sat on the side, watching Hashirama pound the herbs in the stone bowl.To be honest, such a scene is somewhat strange, but for some reason, Hashirama did not violate harmony.Madara remembered that when he was a child, Hashirama once said that his mother left early, and sometimes he had to take care of his younger brother.Perhaps the inexplicable meticulousness of men comes from this kind of experience?

On the contrary, he didn't take much care of Quanna.

Because it was a premature baby, Quanna was always considered to die early when she was born.Even after getting a little older, he often catches a cold with a little wind, so he has been taken care of by experienced ninjas in the clan for many years.No one thought that after the age of five or six, the child, who was always weak before, would suddenly become strong, so skinny that he could run around the yard all at once.

Up to now, the only blood relative he can catch... only Quanna is left.

"Madara, it might be a little irritating when the medicine is first applied."

Hashirama's words interrupted his thoughts.Madara didn't even bother to give him a blank stare this time, so she just closed her eyes and motioned for you to come.

Then the breath of another person came close like this.When the eyes are useless, the other senses are magnified infinitely, and Madara can almost clearly distinguish the scent that belongs to Hashirama mixed with the smell of herbs.When the moist medicinal paste covered his eyes, Madara shivered, and felt the hairs on his back stand on end.However, Hashirama obviously made a mistake and reached out to hold his cheek.

"It'll be fine soon."

Unlike myself who has been wearing gloves for many years, the palm of the first hand transmits the body temperature of another person without any barriers.That overly direct feeling subtly brought an early warning of being restrained, and the fighting instinct made Madara immediately reach out and separate Hashirama's hand:

"It's not necessary."

"Then don't be nervous." Hashirama said with a smile.

Madara snorted, and waited for Hashirama to finish applying the remaining medicine and wrap the bandage properly before he felt the coldness brought by the herb belatedly.

It was as if the chakra around the eyes had been frozen.

"From the signs of your illness, it is that the excessive accumulation of Chakra has caused a negative impact on the body." Hashirama reached out to massage the acupuncture points around his eyes, and the gentle Chakra came in slowly, "Even if it is The Uchiha family is already a family that is good at pupil art, but years of use will still cause some kind of wear and tear... From the inference from the factory, this is the cause of vision loss. However, if this is the case, I don’t think Uchiha Po will have no means of dealing with it."

Madara remained silent, neither acknowledging nor denying the other party's words.

"I know it's hard for you to believe me." Hashirama's voice almost rang in his ears, "...I just want to heal you."

"That won't do you any good, Senju Bashirama."

Madara deliberately put the emphasis on Senju's syllable.He knew it was enough to dispel the almost naive enthusiasm of the other party.

The effect is immediate.

The man didn't say anything anymore, only the gentle chakra continued to be heard.On the contrary, Madara became a little restless, and adjusted her posture as far as possible without being noticed.

"But... if there is no Uchiha Madara, the battlefield will lose its fun."

Finally, at the moment when the treatment was over, Hashirama still said.

"...I can't see that you are such a belligerent person."

After Madara said this, he realized that he was not very surprised.

"As the patriarch of the two clans who have fought for many years, at least this level of awareness must be required." Hashirama said, "However, what I am looking forward to is something else."

Madara asked casually, "What is that?"

"Do you forget it?"

Hope and disappointment overlap strangely at the same time in Hashirama's voice.

...Is there... a way to make each other treat each other sincerely? *

Behind the bandage, Madara closed her eyes tightly.

"I forgot."

When the dressing was changed that evening, Madara didn't say a word, and left directly after taking off the bandage.

He instinctively felt that this strange relationship should no longer be maintained, whether it was eating, chatting, or spending time doing nothing.It was as if he and Hashirama were still friends.How strange this is, if they are pushed into the battlefield now, then they will definitely fight with all their strength to take each other's lives; but as long as they are here, in this peaceful place that has nothing to do with all hatred and war However, the two of them can get so close, and he won't even set up an extra defense against this man's closeness.

Because he wanted to heal his eyes, did he act like this?The excuse didn't even convince himself.

Madara sat on a tree looking at the moonless night sky.Nights tend to make him feel more settled, but this day he lost sleepiness.

It's too late to leave now.

The thought briefly flitted through his mind.But Madara would never run away, nor would he be at a disadvantage, especially when facing Hashirama.

"Something to look forward to..."

He repeated that sentence in a low voice.

——Let's build a village that can protect children together.

The bright smile of the boy with the old-fashioned hairstyle was like a vision that couldn't be dispelled.

And had he ever answered then?

Looking down at the green, seemingly endless forest, I must have answered something in my naive self.

——Since it is forgotten, it is no longer important.

Madara thought, and closed her eyes after changing her position.

People are changing.The innocence of the past has long been abandoned by him.It would be a pity if Senshou Zhuma only recognized him as a teenager.

But it was clear that Hashirama was more direct and insistent than he could have imagined.Even if their daily contact time is so limited, the man tirelessly told Madara about his ideals when applying the medicine.

"If we unite, then there will be no ninja in other countries that can compete with us..."

"If there are villages, we can also selectively accept commissions, so we don't need to send children to the battlefield..."

"As long as you sign a long-term contract with a reliable daimyo, you don't have to worry about the source of money after the war is reduced..."

"Ninja levels can be determined, so that tasks can be assigned to different ninjas and casualties can be reduced..."

"Oh, by the way, maybe you can accept missions from various guilds. Ninjutsu doesn't have to be used for massacres!"

Hearing this, Madara finally couldn't keep silent any longer: "Are you going to use the wooden escape to farm the land!"

"Hey, maybe this method is good?"

Even though the eyes were bandaged, Madara still grabbed Hashirama's collar accurately.The extremely threatening fire escape chakra spread from behind him:

"Are you serious, serious, serious, saying this?"

"Ahahaha!" Hashirama laughed heartily instead, "It's really not easy, Madara is finally willing to talk to me. Let me do the math, how many days have passed..."

With a snort, Madara let go of Hashirama:

"It's so easy to think, but you didn't even think about the many troubles in doing it. If we join forces, the previous employer might chase us down. Both Senju and Uchiha have done a lot of spying work , won't those employers be the first to dismiss our allies because of possible leaks?"

"...Madara, you..." Hashirama's voice even trembled with excitement, "You're actually listening—"

Madara sighed deeply, then reached out and flicked Hashirama's forehead vigorously before Hashirama said something more impolite.

"There is always an end to war. One day ninjas will be forgotten by this world, right? Do you think I'm a fool who thinks of nothing but fighting?"

Hashirama let out a strange low laugh.

"spot……"

"What's up with your disgusting Bala smile!"

Although he reprimanded the other party like this, a pair of powerful arms embraced him the next moment.

"You really are my apocalypse."

This is so strange.

If someone else suddenly hugged him like this, Madara would have already kicked him away.But this man—this man who is obviously an adult, but still maintains a childlike innocence in his heart—made it impossible for Madara to escape.

It's almost like... when you listen to the other person's heartbeat, you can understand the other person's thoughts.

"Huh?" Hashirama suddenly let out a doubtful voice, running his palms on Madara's back, "Madara, you seem to have lost weight."

"..."

"It was obviously a bit heavy when I hugged it before. So you think it's not enough to just eat Bingliang Wan, or—"

So Madara kicked the opponent out anyway.

He stood up,