[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Chapter 36

Walking back to the low thatched hut, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the girl hugging her younger sister, looking at a loss.The little girl's face was flushed, and her brows were tightly furrowed, obviously looking extremely uncomfortable.

Before Madara knew it, he had said, "Take her under the covers. Is there a clean cloth?"

The girl nodded and quickly found the white cloth.He dampened the cloth in the snow and spread it on the child's forehead.For a brief moment, he seemed to return to Quanna's bed.The girl's soft and sparse hair was scattered on the bed, looking like a boy's black hair in a trance, but the hair that was wet with sweat and stuck to the white cheeks like feathers, had an unsuitable brightness on the contrary. breath.He held his hand, feeling that life was like a dying candle, bursting brightly before it was about to go out.

Quanna squeezed his hand tightly, burning his heart like ice.He said that after my death—

"I'm going to find some herbs."

He stood up abruptly.The dim vision came into focus again: girl, girl and boy.This is certainly not the past.His loss was a long time ago.But in a strange way, he finally asked:

"... What is the child's name?"

"Izumi. Her name is Izumi."

Madara turned his head slightly.

Before he regained the balance between the past and reality, the door rang, and then a person wearing a hat and snow cape leaned in.

"spot."

The man smiled, it was a familiar smile that hadn't changed over the years.

"I found you."

three

Senjujuma

Hashirama knelt beside the little girl, carefully checked her pulse and body temperature, and opened his eyes to look at Hitomi.She is now peacefully asleep.High fevers in young children come on quickly, but go away quickly as long as they are treated in a timely manner.

"Don't worry."

He smiled and said to the girl next to him.The girl was staring at her in a daze, but as if she only realized what he said, she immediately performed a calm etiquette:

"Thank you so much, I really don't know how to repay you two for this life-saving kindness...!"

He hurriedly shied away - this was nothing more than a small effort for Konoha's Hokage.And Hashirama is more worried about the man who is not in the house now.

"Please take a good look at her. When you wake up, eat some light porridge... Sorry, I need to see my companion first."

Bashirama said hurriedly getting up.Madara didn't go far, and when she heard Hashirama coming out, she turned her head: "...Thank you."

He couldn't answer for a while.He stood there watching Madara—they hadn't seen each other for a long time, but in a sense, they had never been apart.From the very beginning, he has used part (or all) of his life to entangle with men, so that without the existence of Uchiha Madara, Senju Zhuma would lose the image and vocabulary to define himself.

"Madara."

He called the familiar three syllables, as if in these three syllables, the man who was always far away in front of him could be fixed to form a tangible entity, as if the part that had been vacant for a long time was instantly warmed and solid filled with things.He was almost unfamiliar with that strange fullness.

"Why are you here?" Seemingly aware of what he was thinking, a look almost smiling flashed in Madara's eyes.

"It was snowing too much, Ninja Hawk went on strike, so I asked for leave."

"It must be a headache."

"He should be used to it too." Hashirama said without sympathy, which seemed to be a reaction against his younger brother who always put him in front of Gongwen Mountain.

Madara smiled.

He didn't ask how Hashirama found him, nor did he ask what Hashirama was going to do.He turned around and walked out along the path between the villages.Hashirama also followed.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to that family?"

"It's just a one-night fate. If you hurry up, you can go to the town below."

Hashirama nodded.

He didn't misread Madara's expression for a split second when he entered the room.He walked a few steps quickly to Madara's side.

"The kid will be fine."

Madara didn't say anything.They walked into the snow-covered mountains.At this moment, the mountains and forests are dead and silent, everything is deeply immersed in the silence of winter, losing all color.This is not very different from their daily relationship.Madara, whom Hashirama knew, was almost always chasing and wishing for something.Only once—only once had he seen the desperation that frightened him in Madara's eyes—and that was the last battle between them.

And now the fear was haunting him again.

"I sometimes wonder if what I'm chasing will never be answered."

Madara said, and stopped.

"Too many things have already been lost. What I lost...what you lost...all of this can't be returned. If there is no final answer, Hashirama, what should I continue to pursue?"

Hashirama stood there.He could reach out to the man, he could hug him, kiss him, tell him what was in the letter that was supposed to be delivered.He can persuade him, comfort him, and tell him his own thoughts, a logic that may be different from Uchiha's, but a more down-to-earth approach.But he knew it wouldn't work.The differences that were temporarily healed, the differences that once led them astray, can never be completely eliminated with these soft things.

He could only repeatedly throw information while standing on this side of the river.But it was Madara who actually crossed the river.

"I saw the letter you left with Mr. Quan Zuo."

Finally, the opening between the pillars.

Madara shook.He turned to look at Hashirama.

"If you were really dead," Hashirama said—he rarely showed himself in front of Madara, but he didn't have to hide anything, "the feud between Uchiha and Senju wouldn't end. I wouldn't Accept those Uchiha clansmen who betrayed you. Never. Our two clans will continue to fight and continue to hate until one clan - or our surnames disappear from the ranks of ninjas. Those who saw that letter That's how I felt at the time..."

Madara's eyes softened.He shook his head: "You're not the type to do that kind of thing."

"Maybe..." Hashirama looked away.He stared at the mountains and fields in winter, the silent fields that temporarily forgot their lives and fell into a deep sleep, "It's just that I think so. I will weigh and judge the weight—and then do things that go against my feelings. But that— —If I did something like that," he paused, still refusing to say what the pronoun was referring to, "I probably wouldn't live anymore."

That was hanging over their heads, the end that Asura had warned them they might reach.Before Hashirama said these words, he didn't realize that he would spread them in front of Madara one day: this is the determination and violence he tried to hide, the possible sharp edge hidden in his heart.But maybe Madara already knew.Because they are more alike than they think.Because they are more different than they think.Because between the method and the result, between the visual ideal and the road under the feet, as long as there is a slight imbalance, you will fall into the abyss below.

None of us have an answer.

But we must face these failures directly and move on.

Madara watched him.There was an expression on his face that was a mix of unexpected and sure.But the man must know—he must be able to understand what Hashirama was trying to tell him.

But soon his expression changed.

"It smells like fire."

Startled, Hashirama looked back down the mountain.Billows of smoke rose from the small village.

four

Spring

Rena tightly gripped the hoe in her hand.She kept the hoe in front of her, as if it was her only support and support, even though it was no tougher than a life-saving straw.

"—Where is the person who saved you yesterday?" Nobushi hissed and laughed.They exchanged viscous and viscous eyes, as if they had stripped the girl in front of them naked.He turned the long knife in his hand, deliberately making loud noises.

"It's useless...hehehe, those wild dogs who don't know where their homes are, follow you today and leave tomorrow, do you think he can still protect you forever. Put down the hoe, maybe our brothers can treat you more gently... ..."

Rena glared at him fiercely.

But there is no way.Her benefactor is gone.You can't expect someone to protect you all the time in this troubled world, let alone they saved Quan's life.Her hand holding the hoe was numb from the cold, but she still stood at the door of the house like a stubborn she-wolf.

Can't let them in.

As she thought, she stared at the opposite samurai motionlessly, and the ruthless energy made the wild samurai hold back a frivolous smile.He stared fiercely at the girl opposite, and spat: "This bitch..." He turned his long knife and walked towards the girl holding the hoe step by step.

By this time the fire was burning.People in the village were running, some were caught up and slashed at the back, and some were sobbing and begging for mercy.In this snowy day, wild warriors have nowhere to go, and there is no pedestrian to rob, and no matter how poor this mountain village is, they can dig out some food... Linnai felt a sharp pain in her heart, she yelled, and raised her hoe high up towards the The opponent rushed in.

However, the wild samurai came down from the battlefield after all.Maybe he can't face the enemy head-on and win on the battlefield, but his blade skills are enough to bully a girl in the mountains.The hoe was cut in two, and he punched Rena in the stomach, causing her to curl up in the snow in pain.

"Humph……"

The wild samurai put the knife back into its sheath with a grin, and stretched out his hand towards the girl on the ground.Rena Tight