[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

Chapter 8

Thousand-handed Buddha Jian is a person who is stricter than loving.He has a straight face every day, and he rarely even smiles.For him, maintaining the rules is the most important thing, as long as necessary, he can kill children with weapons.

Although the column never agrees with this.

It seems that this is the fate of being the eldest son: the relationship between him and his father is far less close than that between Tokima and his father.He will always be the one who is severely reprimanded and accused of being too naive, and sometimes even needs to come forward to defend him.There were even times when Hashirama would think—if it wasn't for him being the one who inherited the immortal body, maybe his father would have chosen Tobima as the heir, at least they both maintained the same sense and indifference.

He thought he would have to contend with his father's stubbornness for years to come.But Thousand Hands Buddha suddenly fell ill.It was nothing more than an overly stalemate campaign at first.When they returned to the family land, his father did not show any abnormalities, but he started to cough up blood the next morning—it was as if the wounds on his body from the long battle before had turned hideous from this moment on. The owner is asking for the debts of the past.

Hashirama stood by his father's couch, trying to use Mu Dun's chakra to bring his father back to life—if possible.But his efforts are nothing more than muddy water: Chakra is like pouring into a cracked bottle, even if it overflows for a while, it will eventually dissipate from the crack.

"This is the eternal robbery of a thousand hands."

Seeing Qianshou Zhujian's over-effort, the elders couldn't seem to keep silent, so they specially came to find the young successor of the patriarch.

"We have a powerful self-healing ability that far exceeds that of ordinary people, but this does not mean that Senshou can always receive this favor. If the injury received exceeds a certain limit, it will cause the symptoms of the old injury to recur, then it is the medicine stone No doctor. So..."

The last half of the sentence is not clearly stated.The family elders could not ask the son to give up hope of treating his father, but they all had a clear "irreparable" written on their faces.

"I see. Everyone, please go back."

Lean slightly between the columns.His fists on the floor trembled slightly.

The elders left.

Afterwards, I came to look for it because my elder brother hadn’t appeared for a long time. When I opened the sliding door, I was shocked by the mess in the room—the explosive Chakra swept through all the furnishings in the house, and his brother was standing there. In the room, with his head down, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"...Brother?"

It took Hashirama a while to react and raised his head.

"Ahh... I'll go there."

When he returned to his father's bedside, the old man was rarely sober.His brows were still frowning, and his eyes, sunken with a low-grade fever, sternly scanned the eldest son's face.

"Have the elders been here?"

"They've gone back."

"What's that expression on your face?" Fojian said, "At least be strong. The patriarch of the Thousand Hands Clan can't be depressed so easily."

Hashirama lowered his head.He really couldn't say anything.

"Although I want to teach you not to be so naive—but I don't think you can change it. This temper probably came from your mother..."

"She's a good woman." Hashirama retorted in a low voice.

"Ah. The best thing in my life is to marry her... even though she is not a ninja, and has never accepted our way of life..." Fojian murmured, and the constant low fever seemed to make his thoughts change. The trance became discontinuous, "You want to bury me with her."

"Father--"

"Hashirama." Struggling, the old man stretched out a hand from under the quilt to hold his hand tightly, suppressing the words he tried to comfort, "I know my destiny has come. You will be the one who makes Senshou A family of people who have returned to glory—I knew this from the beginning. But, you put too much emphasis on "love". In this troubled world, people can't rely on love to trust others, because love is too easy to fiddle with, and only rules can be constant constant--"

"But we are all human beings." Hashirama said, even though he knew he shouldn't refute his father at this time, he still couldn't help it, "Humans have feelings."

"We are ninjas." Buddha held his hand tightly, and his eyes seemed to be burning with some kind of fiery emotion, "In order to protect the people...you must be patient."

Hashirama stared at his father.The always heroic, resolute, and tall father seemed to be left with only this body tormented by illness, an old, weak old man with only a vague connection with the past.How rapidly and how frightfully man can change.

"Do what you want. Chasing peace - or forming an alliance with the Uchiha," Fuzen whispered, "I can't stop you anymore. You are the one the Senjus have been waiting for all these years." Man, you will certainly be able to accomplish unprecedented feats..."

"I don't understand, Father." Hashirama frowned.He never expected his father to say such a thing.

"But one day..." The old man's eyes faded: he no longer looked at his son now.

"When the time comes...you will understand my stubbornness...for we are all Thousand Hands. Our blood is bound to make us like each other."

Hashirama murmured and repeated: "At that time..."

"At that time, you will make the same choice as me."

No. [-]

The first time Quanna realized that her brother's condition was wrong was after Madara and Hashirama returned to the house.Madara's brows were frowned tighter than usual, and the damp night air engulfing him seemed to make him even more unhappy.And when the so-called negotiations started, Madara was extremely impolite-no matter what suggestion Senju Zhuma made, he could find faults in it.

To be honest, there were indeed some problems that they had prepared before, and they could not be easily solved by Qianshou, such as how to face the pressure from various daimyos.But more often, Madara's rebuttal is not so much an objective rebuttal as an expression of impatience.

Even when Madara is extremely unhappy, he is rarely so irritable.It's like—it's like he's enduring something.

After thinking of this possibility, Quan Na was terrified.Subconsciously, he straightened his back forcefully, and his eyes pierced towards the leader of Thousand Hands opposite him like a sword.In the end—whether it was Senju Hashirama who felt his hostility, or whether the meeting really couldn't go on, the two of Senju finally chose to leave.

Almost at the same moment the sliding door closed, Madara stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.His normally straight back seemed to be slightly bent at that moment, and the hand that was pressing on his eyes trembled slightly.Quanna walked over quickly, wanting to ask him what happened, but first saw the obvious red in the corner of Madara's eyes.

"...your eyes are bleeding, brother."

He said he felt like he was split into two: one was devastated and didn't know what to do, and the other calmly reached out and took Madara's wrist.

"I thought—you told me you found the doctor."

He said, pulling his brother's hand away as much as possible.At such a distance, he could feel how tense Madara's body was, as well as the slight uncontrollable trembling coming from his palm.

"They haven't gone far."

Madara whispered.He closed his eyes, half of the blood was wiped away by himself, and it looked terrifying on his pale face.Quan Nai suddenly wanted to reach out and hug his brother—even if it was more of a psychological comfort to himself, but at the same time he knew clearly that the last thing Madara wanted was to show weakness in front of him.

They waited in silence.Quanna held Madara's hand and listened to the conversation between the Senju brothers and the proprietress in the distance.Then there was silence again.

"They're gone."

Quanna said.

At this time, the spots seem to have recovered a little.He opened his eyes, the black in the eyes and the red background of Sharingan still flickered from time to time, but fortunately, the bleeding did not continue.

"When I was seeking medical treatment, I met an old acquaintance from the past... Senju Hashirama?" Quan Nai saw Madara's expression and understood that there is no need to answer, "If he can cure you, it's okay, I can go and beg him -"

"Quenna!" Madara reached out to hold him down, his voice firm, "Think about Uchiha."

"But in this way—and in this way—"

Madara shook his head, and lowered his stance in a rare way: "Don't be like this, Quanna. Only in front of him, I don't want to admit defeat like this. At least save some face for your brother, Quanna."

Senna stared at Madara.

There was an element of sincerity in this sentence, and he could hear it.But Uchiha has never been willing to speak out all the words.As the patriarch, it is impossible for Madara to consider himself alone.Entrusting Uchiha's important eyes to others - when there is a choice, no Uchiha will do this; let alone at an important juncture of negotiation and cooperation between the two races.If it is said that Senjujuma deliberately refused to heal Madara's eyes - Quan Nai himself vetoed this point, if it were the insidious Togama who might do such a thing, but Senjujuma has always been extremely rare among ninjas. Generosity and kindness are famous all over the world.

"...Uchiha doesn't have a second ninja who can rival Senjujuma." Madara sighed, "You can't either, Quanna."

Quan Nai took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and wiped off the dried blood on her brother's face with the untouched wine.It's rare for Madara to be so easy to get close to - even if he is already very close to Quanna, he always has a bit of a brother's air: he is the one who stands in front and protects Quanna against all pressure.

And now it was his turn to play the role.

Quan Nai secretly made up her mind.

He held his brother's cheek to make sure there were no more bloodstains, and then said: "Let's leave too. …