[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Chapter 32

Of course, it also contains some dark history that Madara doesn't want to look back; it's more common for a prank to make a mess.Fortunately, the friendship between the two was not obstructed by the fathers—if there was a will to obstruct it, it would have been strangled in the bud by the mothers of the two families; To despise each other is to compete with each other, as if bent on continuing the antagonism between the two fathers.

For a long time, people in Nanhe Township always mentioned these two teenagers at the same time.Where there is Hashirama, there is Madara, and if you see Madara, Hashirama is probably not far away-they are inseparable like this.This was a customary thing for people in villages and towns at the time: people would stay in the same town, carry on their father's business, and the relationship once established would remain the same—even the flow of time would slow down, as if Set in place by thick pine resin, it finally coagulates into an unbreakable, glowing mass.

However, the two people who have such a good relationship are inexplicably alienated for some reason.

It was at the Konoha Festival in the third year of high school.The annual Konoha Festival can be said to be one of the most important events at Nanga Shrine. Everyone in Nanga Township comes to watch the shrine maiden's sacrifice dance.

Unexpectedly, on the day of the festival, the shrine maiden Uzumaki Mito, who was supposed to come, suddenly injured her foot in a small car accident and couldn't play. She couldn't find a substitute after making several phone calls.Seeing that the important tribute dance was about to begin, Mrs. Uchiha suddenly turned her head and saw Madara, so she had an idea.

Although it's not that Madara didn't think about pushing the blame directly to Quanna--but at that time, his baby brother was too short, and it was inevitable that he would step on the corner of the skirt in the shrine maiden costume.Banana may let the baby brother take risks, and simply let the mother toss.From the distance of the stage, no one would look carefully at the Miko's face, plus make-up.He would never be recognized—the mother who forced her son onto the stage patted her chest to assure her, and added with a smile——didn’t she also dress like this when she was a child?

You can stop mentioning it.

Madara's face was covered with black lines, but he played decently.No matter how many years have passed, this incident is definitely a dark history in Madara's life, but it seems that it is exactly like what his mother said, because the lights are not bright enough, and no one recognizes him.On the contrary, it was Madara who found Hashirama in the crowd -- of course it was because he was too tall and his long hair was so recognizable, not because the expression on his face seemed to be shining.

To be honest, Madara was slightly bothered by that expression.

The offering dance was finally finished, and after he and his mother had enshrined the coins in front of the god, when they were rushing back to change their clothes, they were stopped by a pillar that appeared from nowhere.

Thinking about that moment later, Madara found it funny.The lights of the festival were flickering behind them, and the firework festival on the other side of Nanhe River had just started, it was no different from the classic scenes in idol dramas--especially the idiot who looked at him very seriously, blushing and saying "I like you" .

Madara pulled off the wig.

--You read it wrong.

He left behind these words and turned around, not looking at the expression on Guan Zhujian's face, nor caring what he said after chasing after him.

Thinking about it, their estrangement started from that time.

Actually that is not an important thing.Later, Madara thought about it, and felt that there was no reason for the anger at the beginning.The lights were dim that day, and it was wrong to see it from a distance—this kind of thing should have passed as a joke.But for some unknown reason, he began to avoid Hashirama intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to confirm the fact that he was angry; even his younger brother - Quanna, who had never had a good relationship with Senju and his family - -I couldn't help coming over to ask him what happened to Zhujian.

nothing.He said.

It looks like you guys are in a cold war.

No, it's just that I've been busy recently.

That's true too.Madara was busy taking exams at the time, and finally successfully passed the country high school into a first-class national university, which became a legend among them.Hashirama also did well in the exams, but it seems that out of the need to inherit the family business, he eventually went to a Buddhist academy—it is said that he is still studying history.

Both of their universities are in Tokyo, but they have never met before: that city has too many buildings and too many people, and people hide themselves so easily in the huge maze.The two people who seemed inseparable in Nanga Township and were always mentioned together are just two drops of water in the sea in Tokyo. As long as the distance is far away, the distance will gradually be opened, and they will disappear in that layer upon layer. among the waves.Sometimes when he was walking on the road and suddenly saw a figure flashing by in the crowd, he would think it was Hashirama, but in the end it was not.

Madara did not deliberately forget, nor did she deliberately avoid it.In the end, it's just natural: they've all grown up, put their teenage years behind them, and moved on to new lives.

Until today he met Hashirama again.

Surprisingly, that doesn't feel unfamiliar.Their conversation was still the same as before, and Hashirama's expression and smile were still the same as before, as if they only separated yesterday and reunited today.

He exhaled soundlessly, and looked sideways at the column wrapped in the sleeping bag.They are now more mature than they were in high school, and the contours of their cheeks have changed subtly: the roundness of youth has become a more determined line, and the eyebrows and eyes have become more open.But he can still recognize his old friend from this face at a glance, the Hashirama who always smiles brightly and can be seen as soon as he turns his head, and the Hashirama who occasionally frowns with a troubled expression , and that night, the pillar space reflected in the dim light of fireworks and distant lights.

That look can be called happiness.

How long has it been since that moment?Six years, or seven years?People cannot step into the same river twice, and from that moment on they cannot return to their original state.Did Hashirama realize the same thing?Or is he the only one who realizes this...

Madara pushed away these disorganized thoughts and closed his eyes.The night in the deep mountains was extremely quiet, the moonlight soaked in like water, and then was blurred by floating clouds.He closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

four

It was a sudden dream.

At first Madara didn't know where he was.On the stage in the distance, there are people with Nohmasks dancing slowly against the backdrop of the bonfire.The ancient tune trembled slowly in the night air.

Then the boy beside him smiled softly.

"You look bored."

"Aren't you too?"

It was only after the words came out that he realized that he was in the shape of a boy at this time.He turned his head and saw the young man sitting sideways: like him, the young man was only wearing a country-style shirt, which was nothing like the nobles in brocade in the front row.

"Aren't you interested in things about ancient warriors?"

He glanced at the stage from afar.The energy face of the young undead is like a white petal, suspended in the distance in the darkness and the color of brocade.He looked away.

"It's too early to think about such impermanence--don't you think so too?"

The boy laughed and reached out to grab him.The two quietly slipped away from the table like this.At this grand banquet, no one would pay attention to where the two teenagers went. They boarded the castle through the eyes of the sleepy guards. The brilliant lights of the banquet formed a sharp contrast with the silence of the castle town-this It's just a little disguised peace in troubled times.

"I really can't see that the world is still in chaos."

The young man sighed.

"Sooner or later, all this will change."

"How to change?"

He glanced at the boy beside him.The ballads sung from far away are still singing the prosperity and decline of the ancient clan, regardless of the fact that it is a completely different generation now. *

"I'll let you see that day."

He said.

Then the dream changed again.At some point, Madara was already in the dilapidated Buddhist hall. The damaged Buddha statue was covered with dust and cobwebs, looking down on these people wielding swords and weapons on the ground with compassionate and indifferent eyes.And he held up the paperwork mockingly.

"Just the master of your house, you want me to bow down?"

The envoy of the enemy army made eye contact with him, and lowered his head tremblingly.

"There is only one person who can compete with me in the world." He said, tearing up the letter in his hand, "Tell him, see you on the battlefield. If you want my head, you can bring it yourself." Come with a knife!"

The emissary seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just saluted and left evasively.His men bowed and said:

"My lord, if we manage to deceive the enemy's eyes and ears and escape from this trap..."

He stood in the clearing, watching the enemy's battle formation.The mountains and fields in all directions are surrounded: it is indeed difficult for them to have similar opportunities - if his whereabouts were not betrayed by traitors, how could he be surrounded so easily?

"How is it possible? If it were me, I would not let go of such an opportunity. The injured tiger is the most dangerous, and only by killing him can the future troubles be eradicated." He smiled, "These cowardly guys, only this kind of Learned from here..."

"My lord..."

"After this battle is over, I think... I will get news." He said, untiing the saber from his waist, "Give this to him."

"My lord! This is your beloved saber—"

"There is no need to let