[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Although he couldn't see for a while, he stood in front of Hashirama who was lying on the ground with his arms folded.

"I suddenly felt that I really need to exercise recently."

The voice of Hashirama's wry smile sounded: "No, I won't fight you if you are like this..."

"Fire escape · Howe Fireball!"

As a result, the house was wiped out.

The aroma of the food on the pot and the smell of the ashes after the fire mixed wonderfully, and it was hard to say that it was not as inviting as before.Madara sat by the bonfire with her arms folded, the bandages on her eyes were torn off after she got excited.

"This will delay today's treatment."

Hashirama muttered softly, and Madara flew over with a sharp eye.In fact, the atmosphere of the two of them eating was not very harmonious. At least Madara showed a good upbringing of eating without words. He didn't say until after putting down the bowl:

"If you want to fix the house... do you want help?"

Hashirama, who was still a little depressed, cheered up instantly.

"Don't worry."

He returned to the ground that had been burnt into a piece of white clay, clapped his hands, and the wooden chakra spread out immediately—in an instant, the pillars grew out of the ground, and then the floor, the next door, the roof... Such technology made Madara stared intently.

In just a short moment, a house that was bigger than before was built.

Such a scene can only make people sigh that Mutun is indeed a skill passed down exclusively by the Sage of the Six Paths who once created the Ninja World--just as he was sighing in his heart, Madara suddenly noticed a fact that had been ignored before.

"So you could have built another room?"

"Eh? Hahahaha..." Hashirama seemed to have made up his mind to hide it with a smile, "This room is big enough, Madara can stay at night."

"You're still so stubborn." And unexpectedly bad-hearted.Madara silently added the second half of the sentence in her heart.

"If you really mind..." Hashirama was about to say something, but Madara walked to the newly built room first: "Come in. I will live here tonight."

They didn't go to bed on time.

Because the light during the day was too strong, and Zhu Jian insisted on putting the treatment in the daytime, more than half of the conversation between the two of them took place under the candlestick at night.

"...Among the daimyos you have come into contact with, is there anyone who can accept the alliance between our two clans?" Madara asked, pressing his finger on the unfolded map.

"Perhaps the daimyo of the Land of Fire can have such courage." After thinking for a while, Hashirama said, "He is a true hero. He is not only brave and good at fighting, but also has a heart of benevolence and righteousness."

Madara responded noncommittally: "These generations of samurai...whatever you say, I can't trust them completely."

"Takama said so too."

Madara raised his eyebrows slightly, and it took some effort to remember a certain white hair that he often saw on the battlefield.

"Your brother?"

"You can tell by the name."

Too lazy to comment on the naming habits of the Senju family, Madara turned to the next topic: "So have you thought about where the village was built?"

"Isn't that fixed early in the morning? It's just under the right-angle cliff." Hashirama pulled out another map, "It's not too far from our two families, and it will be very convenient to move. inconvenient."

"In this case, the fortifications will be built from here to here..." Madara said, drawing a half-semicircle on the map, "It's still a bit beneficial to lean against the cliff."

"Unless there are ninjas of a certain level, they won't attack from that direction. Moreover, there should be patrolling guards in the village."

"The guard... sounds a bit annoying."

"But for those immature ninjas, it can be quite a good training opportunity." Hashirama said, "People of the two tribes suddenly live together, there must be some unaccustomed places and disputes. Wouldn't it be nice to slowly learn to get along well with people from another race during the mediation process?"

"You are too ideal." Madara rejected Hashirama's suggestion coldly, "Even if mediation is required, it would be better for someone with qualifications and reputation to come."

"Well, you're right. Let's think about it..." Hashirama said as he took out a pen and wrote it down in the notebook he carried with him.

Although those doubts about the future have not disappeared - but considering the current situation, an alliance may be the best choice.

Let the old hatreds go.What's the point of holding on to it, killing more people, fighting more battles until the end of the war - and how can there be ninjas at that time?

If you want to convince the tribe, show them these eyes.

These eyes were healed by Uchiha's old enemy.

"spot……"

After he stopped writing, Hashirama suddenly called his name softly.

"how?"

"Am I dreaming?"

"what?"

"It went so well." Hashirama put the pen and notebook on the floor, with a dazed expression, "You and I are discussing the alliance here... Should you give me a punch to wake me up?"

"Are you stupid?"

Madara glared at him.But Hashirama just giggled -- a little silly in a way that Madara didn't even have the energy to hit him.

He never thought that he would dream of his father's last date again.

Uchiha Tajima was still in his prime when he died.His body is still strong, and he is not tired of old injuries, but he has been cursed on the battlefield-this curse will make his body slowly rot from the wound until it erodes every part of his body. Only when the organs are removed, will the painful death be brought to the cursed.

Uchiha's medical ninja was helpless about this.But in this kind of war situation, it is almost impossible to ask other ninjas for help-the next second may become an opponent because of hiring, and everyone hopes to reduce the combat power of the other ninja as much as possible.

"This is impossible." Even though he was suffering from severe pain, Tajima's expression remained calm, "The spell cast by the enemy with his life...how could it be so easily resolved."

"Father……"

He knelt beside his father's couch, feeling a rare panic.At that time, he was only 17 years old, and he would open Sangouyu's Sharingan. Although he was regarded as the undoubted next leader of Uchiha among the young people, he was obviously not yet mature in the eyes of the elders.Until this moment, Madara had never even thought that his father would leave so suddenly.

"You are a ninja, you must know how to endure..."

Noticing the bulging veins on the back of his son's hand, Tajima struggled to raise his hand to cover the back of his hand.That hand was terribly cold.

"This is the last gift I can give you. Kill me."

Madame thought he had heard wrong.

"Father?"

"You know the so-called "Kaleidoscopic Sharingan", right... that is... the true power of the Uchiha clan..." Tajima said, and suddenly grabbed Madara's hand tightly, "Kill me .Kill me and you will understand.”

"No." Madara said instinctively.The profound things contained in Tajima's words made him shrink back—even though he dared to look directly at the dripping blood and dared to step across the endless battlefield, he resisted to understand this matter.

"Brother, this is for the good of father."

Quan Nai, who had been sitting silently by the side, suddenly spoke.

"We can't watch father suffer like this. If brother can't do it, then I will do it—"

"Quenna!"

he shouted angrily.His expression at that moment must have been terrific, because even Quanna flinched in a rare way.

There is no room for retreat.

He drew his knife.

"Please go with peace of mind."

From birth to death.

It's just such a short moment.

but,

Why——in this way——

Madara pushed back the blanket and sat up.

The eyes, which had been calm for many days, seemed to be burned by something. The severe pain jumped on the nerve line, and the eyeballs trembled as if they were about to jump out of the eye sockets.He closed his eyes tightly, but warm and viscous liquid still slipped down from the corners of his eyes.

"Madara?!" Hashirama's voice and footsteps hurriedly approached.Then there was the sound of pulling the door, and the man walked up to him in a few steps: "...I heard something—wait, Madara, you're bleeding—"

"That's nothing."

Madara said, rudely wiping the blood from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.Even if he didn't confirm it, he knew that the moment he woke up from the dream, his eyes must have reflected the appearance of a kaleidoscope.

The next moment, Hashirama hugged him tightly again.

The night air was crisp and cold, contrasting with the almost intoxicating temperature of this embrace.However, Madara is someone who is unlikely to be attracted by this tiny bit of warmth, he struggled violently:

"what are you doing!"

"I can't help it, Madara." Hashirama did not give in to his struggle, but hugged him tightly—it was only at this moment that Madara realized that the strength of Hashirama with the body of a fairy even surpassed him, "At this time...it's impossible not to hug you."

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

"I know."

The breath of Hashirama's words gently tickled his ears, as if they already had an intimacy beyond that.

"Even if Madara doesn't say anything...I know it. I know you're...in pain right now."

It really was...too close.

In the cold night, another person's body temperature is like a bewitching.In a short moment, a person can succumb to weakness and addiction, but in the next moment, the rationality wakes up the alarm, telling him that he has stepped on the verge of danger.

"Madara... trust me."

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