[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Chapter 26

Simply shake it off.Do you want to do it now? ...No, there is no chance of winning after the battle just now, and their battle should be saved for a better time.

A moment in history when their battle was engraved.

Hashirama obviously didn't know what he was thinking about.The man seemed to be simply happy with their meeting, and even hummed a ditty that wasn't in tune.Madara corrected his out-of-tune silently in his heart, and accidentally found that the two had already walked outside the woods and could see the village in the distance.

"How about living together tonight?"

Madara rejected Hashirama's invitation indifferently: "Now, say what you want to say and go."

"I'm not going back," Hashirama said.His shoulders were so close to Madara's shoulders under the umbrella, it seemed that even the body temperature could be transmitted from this small contact point.

"……Are you joking?"

"I'm serious." Hashirama's tone was unwavering.

Madara suddenly found that if Konoha was used to blame him at this time, the other party would probably take advantage of the opportunity-as a traitor, he had no reason to care about Konoha's safety.It's not a good time to start.If you're just arguing...

"The rain has stopped."

Saying that, Hashirama removed the umbrella and looked at the sky. ——The rain that was still so dense before has escaped unknowingly.

Madara noticed that half of Hashirama's shoulders were wet, obviously the man moved the small umbrella towards him.

"Cunning guy."

He muttered something in a low voice, and started walking towards the village in front of him again.

"Blade, wait a minute."

Bashirama said and chased after him.

The two stayed in the village for the night.The villagers thought they were working for the daimyo, and enthusiastically sent rice cooked from this year's new rice.While thanking the other party for their hospitality, Hashirama began to gossip: "This year's harvest is not bad?"

"Not bad, as long as there is no war, the land here is the most suitable for growing rice. You can try it."

"It's really unique."

"That's right. It's cold here in winter, but that's why the rice is so sweet. Now the war is peaceful, there are no wild bandits and no wandering warriors... oh, oh, the world is peaceful."

Listening to these conversations, Madara picked up a mouthful of rice with chopsticks.Freshly milled new rice is extra sweet.

When the two of them had dinner and everything settled down, it was already the climax of the moon.Madara had been waiting for Hashirama to open the topic, but Hashirama didn't seem to take the initiative to bring it up.

"Okay, you can talk now."

Madara decides to make a quick decision.The sudden appearance of Hashirama inevitably made him lose his due pace. Before they started fighting, he didn't want this man to be by his side every day-although it seemed that someone intended to do so.

"I went to Gaotianyuan again." Sensing Madara's hidden anger, Hashirama gave up procrastination and cut to the point, "If possible, Madara, I want you to see it yourself."

"See?" Madara raised an eyebrow.If he relied on Sharingan, he could let the other party see fragments of his memory, but Hashirama did not have such a means.

"I have seen the era of the Sage of the Six Paths. At that time, Chakra existed not for fighting, but for people to communicate with each other... On the morning you left Gao Tianyuan alone, I saw this illusion.' The highest-level ninja can know what the opponent is thinking just by fighting.' Maybe the meaning of this sentence is nothing else, it is the true meaning of chakra." Hashirama said, took Madara's hand, and took off his took off his gloves.Now their palms touch directly: palm to palm, pulse to pulse.

"When you were young, you said that if you want to know what the other person is thinking... you have to drink sworn wine with the other person and become brothers. We are already brothers, so I want you to see what I see.

"I've wanted to tell you this since the morning we parted, since I saw the memories of the past.

"This is the path we were meant to walk on, Madara."

Madara felt Hashirama's chakra wrapping him gently.This is different from all times—it’s not like when they are fighting, nor is it like when they are having sex—the two diametrically opposed chakras tremble slightly, like two finely intertwined ripples, Melt yourself into another ripple.In that brief moment, he felt something warm and profound from Hashirama, and before he could even discern further, the next moment he was overwhelmed by phantoms from many years ago.

So he saw the last words left by the Sage of the Six Paths he saw in Zhujian.

——The last words that were different from the inscriptions he knew.

"...Madara? Madara?"

Hashirama's suspicious voice brought him back to reality.Madara suddenly came back to his senses, and found that the short-lived illusion had been shattered, and in front of him was Hashirama who was slightly relieved.

"I thought something was wrong. Your face is pale, Madara." Hashirama said trying to try his forehead, but Madara missed his hand.

"Let me be quiet."

He squeezed the words between his teeth.Perhaps it was because his complexion was really too ugly, Hashirama did not remain silent as he wished, but forcefully asked him to go to rest first.

Madara was too lazy to argue with him on such matters, so she simply took off her coat and lay down.After a while, another heat came up behind him.

That's the spine between the columns.

Madara closed her eyes, ignoring the fact that Hashirama was by her side, and began to think about when it all started to happen.

Yes, it all started when they had that dispute.When he faced the Waterfall of Reality to catch the Tailed Beast, he saw a black figure.

"I am the darkness hidden in your heart." The shadow showed a distorted smile, "If you can't defeat me, you won't be able to escape from this illusion—"

In that illusion, the black shadow he accepted as his own pain and loneliness was not his own half.

So what is that?

Unseal the ten tails, open the infinite monthly reading—if this is not the path left by the Sage of the Six Paths, where will it lead everything?

"spot."

Just as Madara was thinking about this, Hashirama behind him whispered his name.

"Just now—I didn't mean to, but I felt it."

The man's voice trembled slightly.What are you talking about... Madara was about to ask back, but suddenly remembered the emotion he felt in Hashirama once.

At that brief moment, neither of them could hide their hearts anymore, so all the emotions that were usually hidden under words and deeds were exposed in front of the other without any cover.

The voice from Hashirama sounded like crying.

"Madara is really a gentle person."

Spot turned over.Rarely, he hugged Hashirama.

——If there is anything that is the last thing I need right now, it is a dream full of black shadows.

……

However, the dream did not let him go.

Appearing in his dreams were characters Madara had never seen before.

Even tied up at the back of the head, the man's hair is as recalcitrant as the Uchiha clan, and the two bright red marks at the moment seem to be the signs of the senjutsu user.He was wearing a white shirt and a black gouyu, and his scrutinizing eyes were very direct and undisguised, as cold and clear as snow that was about to melt in early spring.

Then the man spoke.

"I am Indra. I am the son of the Sage of the Six Paths and the ancestor of the Uchiha lineage."

"I have seen enough of the past today." Madara said coldly, "I don't need an ancestor to continue to dictate to me."

"Hmm. Even if you are my reincarnation, do you have to say that?"

And Hashirama is also facing his ancestors—or the reincarnation.

A cloth forehead guard is tied on the man's head, and his temple hair is tied together.His clothes seem to be of the same origin as Sage of the Six Paths.He looked at Hashirama with unconcealed hostility, obviously this man was not satisfied with his reincarnation.

"You are treated very well."

Asura said.

"……Hey?"

"Obviously he believes in you so much...Damn it." Asura stared at Zhujian with some resentment, "My brother has never been like this."

Thirteen of them

Although Uchiha Madara has never thought about reincarnation in his life-this thing is too fantasy for him.But when he looked at the man who called himself Indra, he couldn't feel any doubt in his heart.

Maybe everything is predestined.

Their strength and stubbornness, their pride and ideals all make the two of them trapped in similar struggles, have gone through the same wrong road, and must confront their dear ones with swords and swords to maintain the road they believe in.

"You are very similar to me."

Indra says he obviously already knows what Madara has been through and what he plans to do.

"I also dreamed...or I decided, to correct the wrong path they took.

"Because human beings are weak and stupid, because they can only see immediate benefits but not future dangers, because they are blind and easily incited, stupid and easily convinced. Then there should be one and only one way: capable people to open up the future , those who are able to show the way. I can go through it all, I can point out the future happiness - but why, they are not willing to accept it all?"

Indra frowned slightly.Even so, his face is still clean and flawless, as if carved out of a solid block of marble, just like the image of a god enshrined in a temple.look on him