[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Chapter 25

The reincarnation has been too long.Just this time.Let us tell you the last words of Liu Dao. "

The next moment, a leaf fluttered down from the air and landed on Hashirama's palm.Memories from many years ago flooded him at once.

That's what the Sage of the Six Paths does at the end of his life.

Even those who have ended war and created tranquility have their days of accepting the Mandate of Heaven.He took off the cloak of strength, showing an ordinary old appearance, and came alone to the land of the fairy family, which was isolated from the world.

"Wise sages, tell me if I have done anything wrong."

Sage of the Six Paths whispered.

The world he was trying to protect has begun to crumble.The brothers who were supposed to support each other have fallen into an endless vendetta, and he has no power to stop it.

"Give the entire inheritance to Asura instead of dividing it equally. This approach is not so much trying to help them, but creating disputes... When I think of these things... I will repeatedly ask myself.

"Why didn't you trust Indra equally.

"Why didn't things get straightened out before Indra showed a personality similar to his mother's.

"Sometimes when I think about it, I feel that it was the mother's curse, the curse of my son who betrayed her..."

The wood fairies shook the leaves.Perhaps their words could be understood by the Sages of the Six Paths, but only the rustling of leaves could be heard between the pillars.

The Sage of the Six Paths was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head.

"I don't have the strength to change my mistakes any more. Wooden Immortals, please pass on my words to my sons.

"It's not just love, it's not just power that maintains peace. Neither party will work without the power of yin and yang. Only by combining the forces of yin and yang can everything be created."

With his voice, a stone tablet appeared in his hand, exactly the same as what Hashirama saw in the shrine of Uchiha's home.

The illusion faded away quickly.

However, Hashirama became more and more confused: in this... did Madara see any ideals that he couldn't see, or...

The Wooden Immortals looked down at the bewildered man.Will he do the same thing as Asura, or will his efforts this time allow the souls of Asura and Indra to rest in peace?

"Go find it"

"Finding the Descendants of Indra"

"Realize the Teachings of the Six Paths"

"End of this cycle"

"I will."

Hashirama saluted respectfully, and disappeared through psychic techniques after forming a seal in his hand.The wind blew through the vast forest again.

"Will they be reconciled this time?"

"do not know"

"We just have to wait for the final result"

The Wooden Immortals fell silent after exchanging opinions briefly.

If you fail this time, then wait for the next reincarnation.Whether the peace established by the Six Paths is restored, or the world left by the Six Paths is in turmoil, how much sacrifice will be spent before the final reconciliation comes... none of this has anything to do with them.

They are just waiting here for those who are willing to seek answers, and will tell them the truth.

Hashirama, who performed the psychic technique, found himself back on Konoha's shadow rock.He looked down at the quiet village below, thinking about the words left by his old friends who have gone away and the immortals long ago, thinking about their past, the dreams they once saw, their intimacy and closeness, and their differences. At that moment, he suddenly saw clearly two roads under his feet: either be content with the status quo and wait for the final break with Madara; or——

"Big brother."

A voice sounded behind him.He turned his head and saw his brother who was frowning and serious.So Hashirama smiled: "I was looking for you."

"This is my line, you are not in the village all afternoon..."

"I'm leaving Konoha for now."

Hashirama said that at the same time, he was ready to be reprimanded by Tomama.But unexpectedly, this time Tokaima was rare and peaceful.He looked at his elder brother for a moment: "You have made up your mind."

"Ahahaha...have you been seen through?" Hashirama smiled, "I'm sorry for pushing everything to you, but this time I have to go."

"For Madara?"

"Yeah. Without him..." Hashirama paused, "I can't do it."

There was a click between the doors.

"Brother, you are always so naive... But if you talk to this point, I have nothing to stop you." Tobima sighed deeply and confessed, "I'm going to talk to the elders of Uchiha pass."

"Have you talked about...?"

"About that stele."

Hashirama frowned almost imperceptibly.

"It is said that the stele has been there since a long time ago, and it is said that it is the handwriting left by Liu Dao, but no one has ever been able to decipher the words on it." There was an unbelievable expression in Feijian, "Even if it is really left on it What can the will of the six realms change?"

"Maybe... it's about the ideal of peace."

"That Uchiha Madara...?" Tomama shook his head.

"Do you think we have achieved peace now?" Hashirama rarely tried to straighten out his younger brother's desire for Uchiha, but asked seemingly irrelevant questions.

"If it is, we don't need to arrange so many missions to investigate neighboring countries, and we don't have to worry about spies sneaking in all day long." Tobuma said, "But in that case, the 'ninja' as a combat tool will no longer be used I need it."

"……you are wrong."

"?"

"A ninja is someone who can fight," Hashirama said earnestly, "not a tool for fighting."

"but……"

"Because we are human beings first, we all have a heart that can feel pain. When we are sad and painful, our opponents are also crying for loss. If we cross the barriers of war, our essence is What's the difference..." Hashirama said, watching Konoha gradually turn on the lights, "Those who can fight should also be able to stop fighting. Even if there is no one-and-done method, there is no immediate method, everything It's still going to change."

After a long silence between the doors, he said:

"It's no use convincing me, brother. It's another person you need to convince."

"You're right." Hashirama smiled, "—I will bring him back."

So he set off.

After becoming Hokage, Hashirama rarely traveled such long distances, even before—whether as the son of the patriarch or as a young patriarch, he didn't have the leeway to stay away.But this time he wasn't anxious: for some reason he didn't understand, he could feel where Madara was, like seeing a lonely star hanging in the sky.

So he just needs to move forward.

When the time came for them to meet again, he would tell Madara everything he had heard on Takamahara—the dying words of the Sage of the Six Paths, and the dreams he had glimpsed long ago on the morning of their parting.Then he would wait for Madara's answer.

No matter what the answer is.

This time, he won't let Madara leave in front of him so easily.

Madara ran into Hashirama after subduing Kyuubi.

Fighting the Nine-Tails was not easy.After all, tailed beasts are known as disasters on the earth, and Nine Tails is the most of them.Even Madara couldn't help but feel a little exhausted after putting the shackles of psychic arts on the beast.

In this way, his plan went one step further.

After a little rest, he can go back to the village, have a good fight with Hashirama, and then...

A flash of Hashirama's smile flashed before his eyes.

If the man heard the news of his return, he would probably smile like this.However, he didn't come back to reconcile with him, but just the opposite - what kind of expression will Hashirama show when he knows this.

Madara took a deep breath and stopped thinking about it.He put the sickle on his back and walked out of the woods.

The rain that was originally sparse gradually became denser.

Madara frowned—as a ninja who is good at escape from fire, he always hated rainy days, and then he saw someone who shouldn't be here.

Bashirama stood in the open space with an umbrella in his hand, smiling as gently as the morning sun.

"spot."

Madara stopped briefly, and the next moment he strode forward, wanting to pass him as if he hadn't seen Hashirama.

Apparently Hashirama didn't give up so easily this time, he chased after and covered the two of them with an umbrella: "Don't be so heartless. Look, the rain is getting heavier and heavier."

Madara glanced at him.The man's expression was as if they had never said goodbye before.

"Can Hokage not stay in the village?"

"Don't underestimate Konoha. And we'll be back soon."

Madara scoffed at that.But the rain did beat hard on the canopy, and pushing Hashirama away at this point was of no use—other than getting wet.

"I'm not going back."

——Except when I have a showdown with you.

There was no rebuttal from the column.When Madara felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, he suddenly called out:

"Ah, look, squirrel." He pointed to the little guy who suddenly jumped down from the nearby tree.

Madara raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want to fight?"

Hashirama shook his head sincerely: "I'm here to listen to what you said that day."

"It's all said and done."

"Ah...then, I still have something to say."

Spot was a little annoyed.The dampness of the rainy day climbed heavily on his shoulders, and the sudden appearance of Hashirama seemed to have no way to be like before.