[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Chapter 24

Then I have to help you see.No matter what the relationship between the two of you is...you are Hokage, brother. "

Hashirama belatedly realizes that Togama has never mentioned his thoughts on the relationship between the two in front of him.However, his younger brother apparently already knows what happened between the two of them... or, what he thinks about Uchiha Madara.

Even so—or because of this—Tobuma could not relieve his prejudice and guard.

Hashirama was gripped by a deep weariness.He lowered his eyes and said after a while, "Let's talk about this topic next time."

"Big brother..."

"This matter has not been finally decided." Even though Tobuma seemed to want to say something, Hashirama ended their conversation forcefully, "This is my judgment as Hokage."

When he walked to the Uchiha clan that day, he seemed to feel a little subtle atmosphere.The gazes projected by the people are not as gentle and unfamiliar as usual, but seem to be wary of something.

Hashirama sighed inwardly, and when he was about to quicken his pace, a somewhat familiar voice came from behind.

"... Hokage-sama!"

He turned around and saw Uchiha Fire Core, beside him was holding a short little boy with curly hair.

"Fire Core," he greeted, and unexpectedly found that the little boy looked familiar, "...is this?"

"His name is Jing, and he is my friend's child..." Huohe smiled shyly, and pushed the child's back again, "Is it okay to go home by yourself?"

Kagami nodded, looked at Hashirama again, and ran away.He looked like he was only four or five years old, but when he was running, he already carried the caution of a ninja, and his footsteps could hardly be heard.

"Hokage-sama..." At this time, Huohe had already spoken again, with obvious worry in his tone, "Excuse me... is that true?"

"That's just a proposal." Hashirama said, "I don't agree with it."

Fire Core seemed to be slightly relieved.But he soon became tense again.

"... Madara-sama... proposes to take Uchiha away from Konoha."

Hashirama was taken aback.He suppressed the wavering in his heart, and hurriedly asked: "When? You..."

Fire Core lowered his eyes.He seemed to hear Banana's decisive judgment again - "I know you all fear me and hate me. But this will be Uchiha's fate."

not like this.How could the people of Uchiha hate the patriarch, he thought.We're just too weak to be as brave as Madara-sama.The mother's cry still rings in his ears - we are not as powerful as you.There is nothing wrong with this statement: they are all weak people, far from being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Madara-sama.But it shouldn't be like this anymore.Madara-sama shouldn't be burdened with our weakness alone, to make sacrifices to protect us.

If we have already betrayed once before, then no matter what, there should be no second betrayal.

"Master Hashirama." He changed the address to the man in front of him, and his tone became tough involuntarily, "Please don't forget that Konoha was established by Senju and Uchiha together. We also have places where we cannot retreat. If that resolution does pass, then I will support the patriarch's decision."

Hashirama stared at the young man who always followed Madara silently on weekdays, and nodded.

"I'll have a good talk with Madara."

However, he did not find Madara in Uchiha's clan that day.The old man who stayed at Madara's house all year round to help saw that he still had no intention of leaving at sunset, so he showed him the way to Nanga Shrine.

When Hashirama walked into the Nanga Shrine, he still didn't see a single figure, but the familiar chakra was already very close... He stopped and shouted:

"spot?"

A moment later, there was a sound of a mechanism somewhere.A raised floor opens, and Madara's voice comes from below:

"Come down."

Hashirama walked down the secret passage.The dark room was bigger than he thought, and the light of the fire outlined Madara's back.

"Madara, I'm here to talk to you about that matter..." Hashirama was about to explain, but was interrupted by Madara: "You can come here. I was going to tell you too."

As he spoke, he turned sideways, revealing the stele behind him.

It was an ancient creation that couldn't tell the age.

"This is a handwriting left by the Sage of the Six Paths, and only those who have a kaleidoscope sharingan can interpret the meaning..." Madara stood on the boundary between light and dark created by the fire, and at first glance he seemed to have sunk half into the darkness , "What it points out is the future you can't see, Hashirama."

Hashirama felt his hands trembling in his sleeves.The moment he had been procrastinating and resisting so much had finally come.

"What kind of future is that? Very different from our country, Madara? I can't imagine."

Madara smiled softly.

"You can't see it, Hashirama. This is the only way the Sages of the Six Paths have left... Also, don't say 'we'. This is your country. Not mine."

"Madara..." Hashirama stretched out his hand towards his old friend, he had the illusion that Madara was going to disappear into the shadows in an instant, but Madara took a step back and avoided him, "Is it because of the dispute in the village? You Knowing that I wouldn't agree to that proposal—"

"This is just an opportunity for me to make a decision." Ban looked at him thoughtfully, "Hashirama, our peace is just a silent war*. Have you thought about what will happen to us in the future? The hatred of the past is still flowing In our blood, it will tear off the veil of peace, and your country will only fail in front of it..."

"It won't be like this!" Hashirama said, strode forward and grabbed Madara's arm, "I won't let everything turn out like you said, give me more time, I will give you See what our country will become. Stay with me, Madara, and tell me what I haven't been able to see."

"No. You can't see further ideals, Hashirama." Madara said, getting rid of Hashirama's grip and receding into the depths of darkness, "I once... sincerely hoped that your country could become my dream. country."

"It is," said Hashirama in vain, but he already knew that no amount of words would be of any use, "Without you, our ideals would not be where we are today...I can't live without you."

Madara showed a look that was almost mocking.

"It's irrelevant...it's something only I can achieve. Don't try to chase me, you should know? No one can stand behind me."*

That was the last sentence left by Uchiha Madara.

Later, Senshou Zhuma understood that the separation at that moment was inevitable.They are driven by the great destiny above them, to the doomed separation and opposition, as if their differences were doomed long before they were born-even though they gaze at the same ideal, share the same daily life, Deliver each other's backs on the battlefield.

If he didn't know Madara that well, maybe he would choose to wait, waiting for Madara to give an unspoken answer.

But that would be too late.He had such a premonition faintly. ——If things go on like this, it will be too late.

I will stop him.I'll do everything in my power to stop him before he goes off to hurt someone else—

For some reason, memories from long ago floated up from the river of oblivion.He repeated the answer he had given so long ago in a low voice.

"I'll stop him."

It doesn't take much longer to make up your mind.

He formed the mark of reverse psychic, and the next moment, he disappeared from the top of Huoying Rock.

Twelve of them

Gao Tianyuan is still as silent as ever.

For the long-lived Wooden Immortals, the history of human beings is but a moment.Life and death, building and destroying, peace and war, love and hate... The history of those many years ago seemed to them what happened yesterday: Otsutsuki Kaguya picked the fruit of the sacred tree, the Six Paths Sage He chose to distribute chakra to everyone to connect the peace of the world, but his sons began to fight with each other, as if they were cursed, repeating reconciliation and fighting in the cycle of reincarnation from generation to generation, as if their leaves fell and died again. regeneration.Under the measurement of the Wooden Immortal, everyone is just a branch of the family tree, and they always carry the distant shadow of their ancestors.

But people are not trees.They are unaware of the choices their ancestors made—their bloodlines carry no distant memories.Whether it is a right choice or a wrong choice, it seems to only stay at the moment when it happened, so the mistakes are still repeated, and unfortunately they are never repaired.Is it some sort of hidden destiny that makes people with the same bloodline always make the same choice?

A wind came from nowhere, spreading the whispers of the Wooden Immortals farther:

"Are you here, descendants of Asura?"

"arrived"

"Is it reincarnation again?"

"No"

"Will they be reconciled this time?"

The question was not answered.They stared at the Thousand-Hand Pillars, and also at the shadow of Asura on his body: this at least shows that the tragedy has not yet happened, because the resentful Asura has not yet left.

"Wood Immortals... please tell me what the words left by Liu Dao are."

Hashirama asked respectfully.

"Did he ever leave a stone tablet? On it, what is the ideal he described?"

The leaves rustled, and the wood fairies exchanged opinions in languages ​​that humans could not understand.Finally, the wood fairy who was in charge of teaching Zhujian answered him.

"This sad