[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Uphold your decision brother. "

As he spoke, he sat down again, sealing his doubts deeply in his heart.

Hashirama smiled.That smile made him look like a child.

"We're sure to make it."

Although it took some effort to persuade the family elders, when the matter was actually announced, the clansmen unexpectedly did not show such a strong voice of opposition.Perhaps it was because the elders of the family had announced the decision of the young patriarch before, or perhaps it was because the prestige of Senshou Zhujian among the young people was indeed very high.

"Since it is the path indicated by Mr. Hashirama, there must be nothing wrong with it."

After saying this, he even got a lot of praise.

Surprisingly, Uchiha's reply was quite quick.The reply documents are elegant and decent, even the handwriting is correct and elegant, and it is impossible to imagine that this is a family known for "strength".The agreed meeting place was a well-known high-end restaurant in the nearby hot spring street—not within the sphere of influence of any party, but it can be regarded as adjacent—and as Senshou had promised in the document: never use this as an excuse. The end of the battle.

To put it bluntly, we are just sitting down and talking, not fighting.The two parties should restrain each other a bit, and don't use knives and guns to spoil the atmosphere.

Even though both parties made such promises, on the day of the talks, the hot spring street was still full of people from both parties.As soon as Tobuma realized this, his face was gloomy, with an expression of "Uchiha is going to kill us".Hashirama thought that he probably forgot how he arranged the spies yesterday (it seemed that he was aware of the fact that he was watching from behind, so Tobuma reluctantly added a sentence "Of course, we will not take the lead") at the end.

Fortunately, before the patriarchs met, both Senshou and Uchiha's ninjas barely kept their heads.

Hashirama didn't really think it was going to turn into a serious argument, after all he and Madara had talked so much about the alliance every sleepless night - he didn't talk to anyone about it , including the door.There was nothing deliberately concealing this, but he had an intuition that once such a question was mentioned, it would be difficult to escape the fact of that night.

But how to say this.

Hashirama's face was a little hot, but fortunately the sky had dimmed at this time, and Tobuma was focused on vigilance and had no time to pay attention to other things.The two of them came to the Japanese room under the guidance of the little boy carrying the lantern. When they opened the sliding door, they saw two brothers dressed in black.Quanna still had a straight face, sitting there upright, as if she was a little unhappy, but Madara seemed a little idle and boring, as if she was just relying on it to make up the story.

Hashirama smiled.

"Long time no see, Madara, Quanna."

Madara glanced at him.There seemed to be something hidden in those eyes, and it seemed that there was nothing.

"Since it is so solemnly said that there is something to talk about, let's listen to what you have to say."

This attitude is really cold, and it also implies a little provocation.His face darkened again.Hashirama tried to make the atmosphere a little better—it was too sad to go straight to the point at the beginning: "It's so heartless, Madara. Don't you even give a little time for greetings?"

Ban slightly raised his eyelids: "Huh?"

The attitude of this conversation was too familiar, so Hashirama said without hesitation: "Last time you left in such a hurry, I was worried—"

"Shut up!" Madara cut him off immediately.As if noticing that Quanna and Togama were on the side, he simply got up (Hashirama reached out to block Togama, which was about to explode), and walked up to Hashirama: "Follow me."

As he said that, he walked out without looking back.

After making a gesture to Toikama, Hashirama also got up and followed.

By this time the night was dark.A thin layer of cloud covered the night sky, hiding the moon and the stars, and the air was cold and damp: it was going to rain.Madara walked forward along the edge of the corridor with his hands clapped, without turning his head to glance at Hashirama who was following behind him.The footsteps of the two did not leave any sound on the cool wooden floor.The added water in the courtyard just filled with water, and fell down again, and the hollow bamboo joint made a clear and clear sound.

"It was an accident that day. Forget it."

Madara finally said.

The typical Uchiha Madara would make the kind of judgment: rigid, relentless, irreversible.Hashirama vaguely felt that things would probably develop like this, but when he really heard this sentence, he still felt frustrated.He was silent for a moment, and finally he was able to use his usual voice and took some time to stabilize his mood, and then he said, "But your eyes..."

"Don't worry about it."

"Didn't it get bad again that night?"

"..."

"At least let me take another look at—"

The sentence was cut off the moment Madara turned around.Three hook jades are spinning in the dangerous red Sharingan.The next moment a big fireball rushed straight over.Hashirama leaped back, while releasing Wooden Dungeon Jubushu, a huge wooden hand covered the fireball: "We are here to negotiate!"

"Then don't talk nonsense." Madara jumped up to the top of the wooden hand like a swallow, staring at the pillars below it, "...are you pitying me?"

Hashirama didn't know how Madara came to such a conclusion, which was simply unbelievable.He reluctantly unlocked the wood escape technique:

"It's two different things."

Madara jumped down before losing his foothold, and the sickle that appeared from nowhere split the space vertically and horizontally, and slashed towards the column.The seal between the pillars summoned a long knife to resist.Gold and iron collided and made a piercing scream, their strength aligned with strength, blade pressed against blade, a point forward or a step back was defeat—even though their distance was close to hugging, and they could even be seen between the pillars. To Madara's blood-red eyes floated his own reflection.

"I never accept any sympathy." Madara's eyes flashed a savage light, "I will never accept charity from others!"

"that is not--"

He wanted to say that he never meant it that way, but Madara's sudden retreat made him lose his balance subtly, barely avoiding the next slash of the scythe.Fire Dun and Wood Dun destroyed the small courtyard in an instant: the hydrangeas that were originally lush and lush were crushed into mud, and even the light of the stone lantern was cut off at some point.Now it seems that only the two of them are left fighting endlessly in the courtyard, the blade grazes the skin dangerously, the vines entangle the hands and feet and are torn away, and the fire briefly shines through the darkness——

This is not right.

Hashirama took a deep breath, and quickly formed a few seals on his hands.

Nobody intervenes in their struggle - that's impossible.There can only be one explanation for it——

"break!"

He shouted sharply, and the next moment, he heard the clear sound of adding water.

thump.

The world suddenly shattered.As soon as he came back to his senses, he felt a chill on his neck: Madara stood in front of him, with the sharp point of Kunai against his throat.Those eyes had returned to their usual blackness, and Madara stared at him with a contemptuous smile:

"Don't say that again."

At the next moment, he suddenly backhanded and threw Kunai - at some point he reached the pillar behind him and hit it with a short blade, and with a clang, Kunai flew high.

No longer paying attention to the wooden escape, Madara turned around:

"I told you a long time ago that I won't let anyone stand behind me."

Hashirama was relieved to see that the other party did not plan to use the pupil-out technique again.Even if you have already prepared, it is not an easy task to fight in the illusion.He put the short blade back into his sleeve and said, "I thought we were talking about an alliance."

"Then just talk about alliances."

After saying that, Madara turned around and left, leaving Hashirama with a determined back.

At that moment, Zhujian suddenly realized that the distance that was once narrowed was mercilessly separated again.

All along, it seems to be like that.

The first to make a decision is always Madara.

He stared at the other person's back, and for a moment, he had the illusion that the man was going to melt into the dense darkness on the edge corridor.

It was raining when they left.It's not big, and you can't even hear the sound of raindrops falling to the ground, but a dense fog, like countless small hands holding the corners of people's clothes.They held on to the umbrellas given by the proprietress of the kiosk, and only then did they hear the thin sound of rain eating away at mulberry leaves.

It seems that there are only two brothers Hashirama and Togama in the empty street.However, after seeing them leave, those ninjas of the Senshou family who are hiding in the dark will also evacuate.Even such fruitless negotiations, as long as they don't turn into fights in the end, are considered a blessing to some extent.

Walking between the pillars, he did not speak.Tobuma realized that today's meeting was probably a blow to the eldest brother: he had expected so much, but obviously the Uchiha family did not show enough sincerity-especially after he and Madara went out to talk for a while, the meeting It's basically over.

"Teijian, did Quanna say anything to you?"

Zhu Jian asked suddenly.

"I'm not that familiar with him." Tobuma said coldly, "Probably he won't be loyal to anyone except his elder brother, so his attitude doesn't matter."

Hashirama glanced at him: "...sounds very similar to you."

"Brother." Tomama frowned, so Hashirama turned back to the safe topic before his younger brother began to deliver a tirade: "Is he against the alliance?"

Tokai thought for a moment, trying to recall what Quanna said at the time:

"He wouldn't agree if Senju and Uchiha weren't evenly matched—as if we weren't evenly matched yet."

This time, Hashirama did not answer for a long time.

In the silent night, only the sound of fog and rain beating on the umbrella surface seems to be heard.

On that day, Bashirama dreamed about what happened when his father was still alive.