[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Chapter 23

A phantom that he has seen once: when he tried to enter the residence of the tailed beast, there was a waterfall outside that could spy on people's hearts.

Boring illusion.

"I thought our battle was over." He faced the shadow, "I have confessed to you, my loathsome...half."

Shadow let out a chuckle.

"How is it possible. As I said, I am your hatred, your darkness, and you can never leave me. Do you think you can let me be eliminated simply by admitting it? Suspicious, restless Uchiha, you It's not the kind of nerve-wracked type like Senju..."

The next moment Huo Dun attacked it.However, this is obviously of no use to Sombra.

"You have already doubted, Uchiha Madara. You doubt whether the Hashirama Kingdom is correct, whether it is worth all the sacrifices you have endured..." The black shadow slid close to Madara's body, and the white pupils on it rolled slyly "Look, I'm right. Understand a person, know what he's thinking, and even trust him..."

Its voice echoed maliciously in the small space,

"All of this does not mean that you will agree with the same path... the same future... hehehe... You are guilty, I know it very well, because you are also 'me'..."

"No one knows what the future holds."

Madara said.The Konoha street scene around him is changing, everything looks so peaceful and prosperous.However, the Konoha behind the black shadow is also changing: the flames engulfed the building, and the huge tailed beast screamed and stepped on the ruins.

"No one knows what the future holds..."

The black shadow repeated it seemingly with deep meaning, and then slowly disappeared into the phantom of flames and destruction, leaving only the last sentence.

"Go and see the secret room of Nanga Shrine."

Madara woke up suddenly from the dream.

The coldness of the night soaked in with the moonlight, and for a while, the familiar living room seemed to lose its proper shape, like a beast of the void with its mouth open to choose and eat.He sat in the dark for a while, finally got up with his clothes on, and walked towards the shrine in the forest in the dark.

Eleven of them

That was a long, long time ago.

At that time, their mother was still alive.

The wife of Qianshou Buddhajian has long silver-white hair, as if the moonlight has turned into silk threads and draped over her shoulders.No one knew her origin, and the people in the clan only secretly rumored that she was a princess of a certain little name. After the city was destroyed, she was rescued by the Thousand-Handed Buddha and brought back to the clan, where she became his wife.

Maybe one day that woman won't be able to bear it any longer, no matter what... The patriarch's knife is also stained with the blood of her parents and relatives.

Hashirama didn't know whether such comments had reached his mother's ears.At that time, he was still too young to understand the feelings of adults, his father's silent gaze, and his mother's behavior of almost shutting himself in the living room.Until a long time later, he can still recall the elegant scent of incense floating in his mother's room, the roll curtains woven of thin bamboo and sewn with colorful satin, and the corners of the unlined clothes dragged on the ground in bright colors: that is A corner that doesn't fit in with the ninja's residence.As long as he saw that room, he could feel his father's love for his mother, but what was the mother who was always sitting alone thinking -- this point, Hashirama also had no way of understanding.

The mother in his memory always let Hashirama sit across from her, let him find the topic by himself, then nodded without saying anything.Occasionally she let Banma and Wajian rest on her shoulders, but soon got bored and pushed them to play on their own.The smile is quiet, and the words are restrained. The beautiful and dignified image of the mother is like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror, which can never be touched by them.

In his memory, there was only one time when his mother got angry.

That's when Hashirama and his father got into an argument.He said so boldly that he would end the troubled times in the world—isn't Qianshou a family of love?Why can't we let go of hatred, why can't we protect everyone?

Fojian then beat him with his hands.Before the second slap fell, the mother appeared at the door of the room like a phantom.

"Between the pillars."

She called out in a low voice, with faint anger in her voice, and told him to go to her side.Fojian fell silent, letting his wife take his son's hand back to her residence - he never interfered with her.

Then mother wiped Hashirama's face with a veil.She stared at her son as if realizing for the first time that her own blood flowed through him.

"What you want is too big, far beyond what you can afford alone, Hashirama." She whispered, "This world cannot be changed simply by one person's love."

"If that's the case," Hashirama couldn't help feeling depressed, "Should we just do nothing..."

"Maybe one day, someone will understand your thoughts... He will support you and stand by your side. Then more people will join you, and slowly, people will be willing to understand others, and hatred can was put down..."

The silver-haired woman said, showing a gentle and mournful smile.

"If there was such an era... I really want to be born in that era."

Hashirama was amazed to see a tear slip down her mother's cheek, and then disappeared in a flash.For the first time he realized that his mother could cry.

"Tell me." Mother took his hand, her fingers were soft and cold, "If one day...the person you love hurts the people you want to protect and the world you built, wouldn't you Will you hate it?"

Hashirama opened his eyes wide and said forcefully:

"I'll stop him. Before he goes to harm someone else, I'll do everything in my power to stop him—"

"What if you can't stop it?"

Hashirama thought for a long time before shaking his head.

"I would hate...for myself who couldn't stop this."

"...good boy." His mother squeezed his hand, hard enough that he started to feel pain.

"You are a gentle child, Hashirama."

What exactly did those words mean, Hashirama did not ask.Not long after that, my mother ushered in the last day of her life like the face of a sunset in the morning quietly withering away.When she was buried, there was the black lacquered knife that she never left on her chest as usual. The blade was pulled out an inch according to the etiquette of the samurai family, and it shone ominously and sharply.When worshiping in the Buddha room, he lowered his head and whispered something in his wife's ear.

"Thank you for not killing me."

He probably didn't realize that this sentence would fall on Hashirama's ears—and this was probably the answer hidden in what his mother said.

Many years passed after that.With the efforts of Hashirama and Madara, Konoha became the No. [-] ninja village among the five major countries.More and more families have joined them, the population of the village is increasing, new streets have opened up a variety of shops, children can go to school, and they no longer need to take up weapons at a young age and go to the battlefield.The big powers endured and wrestled silently under the surface of peace, making the war seem like a dark cloud pressing far away on the skyline.

So people put it behind them and put everything into the real and palpable peace of the moment.Fields were reclaimed, towns prospered, and merchants brought vague messages from afar: Is there yet another war? — not yet. —Ah, who knows what those grown-ups are thinking?The world is peaceful, the world is peaceful.

And in the midst of all this, his old friend was going down some unknown crossroads.

It was hard to say that there was any obvious omen.They don't talk so realistically about their dreams of tomorrow: they're not kids anymore.Madara sometimes raises objections in meetings, but more often he just looks on, and in the end he seems to be too lazy to attend meetings.

Tobima proposed to reduce the scale of the original patriarchal meeting, leaving a few famous patriarchs from the big clans to form a so-called advisory group.

"That doesn't sound fair," Hashirama said.

"It is not necessary to hand over the decision-making power to all families equally. Excessive expansion of democracy will only bring chaos." He said calmly, he has always been better at political strategies than his elder brother, "There are already too many of time was wasted in meetings."

Hashirama looked at his younger brother, trying to pick out some hidden signal from his face, but Tomonama's expression was too straight.So he sighed:

"Even so, we shouldn't exclude Uchiha from the meeting."

"If you remember, Madara Uchiha has been absent for a long time," Tomama said.

"...You are prejudiced against the Uchiha clan." Hashirama pressed his forehead, "I thought we had already talked about this issue—"

"Brother." Tomama interrupted him, "The Uchiha is a family that relies more on the blood succession boundary than anyone else. To maintain the blood succession boundary, the family form must be maintained. As long as the family form is maintained, there will be benefits. Dispute. Their Sharingan bears an ominous curse - Madara's eye is his brother's, the eye of the dead... Do you think that hatred has been forgotten by him?"

"Tima!" Hashirama scolded severely, "Who is the one who has not forgotten the hatred?!"

Tomama took a step back.If it had been like this in the past, he would have listened to Hashirama's advice, but this time he continued to speak despite his elder brother's anger:

"It doesn't matter if it's my prejudice. If you continue to trust him blindly, then I must take responsibility to watch out for him. If you don't see his danger,