People are in Hokage, start dancing by grabbing Madara's neck

Chapter 72 - The Riddler Get Out of Konoha!

Lu Chuan leaned against the tree behind Hashirama, with his arms around him, watching Madara who was worrying about Hashirama, his hair was blown by the breeze by the river.

beside the creek.

Hashirama sits on cobblestones.His expression was covered by the shadow of falling hair, making it impossible to see clearly.

Seeing his appearance, Madara was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that Hashirama had clearly experienced something.

He immediately adjusted his tone, trying his best to be kind:
"Okay, let's talk!" Madara crossed her hips, looked down at the pot lid from behind, and tried to see Hashirama's expression through his hair.

"fine."

Hashirama turned her head away, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"Okay, don't be stubborn."

"No, it's really okay."

"Just say it."

"It's really fine..."

"asshole!"

Madara became impatient, he raised his clenched fist, looked at Hashirama with a sad face, and shook his head helplessly.

He really couldn't move the stubborn donkey, so Ban looked back at Lu Chuan who was standing leaning against a tree, and gestured for Lu Chuan to come over and persuade Zhujian.

In fact, Madara, Hashirama, and Lu Chuan met for the second time, and Madara even almost forgot Hashirama's name, so naturally he was embarrassed to persuade him so familiarly.

Lu Chuan leaned against the tree and watched Madara spread his hands helplessly. He picked up a stone from the ground and aimed it at the top of Zhujian's head.

With one eye open and the other closed, he tried to hit the stone in his hand on the top of Zhu Jian's head.

In fact, Lu Chuan secretly aimed at Madara's head.

"Crack! Crack!"

"Ouch!"

"Hey!"

With a slight flick of Lu Chuan's wrist, the stone hit Zhujian's head and bounced once, making two crisp sounds. The painful Zhujian covered his head and wailed.

He covered his lid, turned his head with tears in his eyes, and complained to Lu Chuan in a complaining tone:

"Why, is there someone like you?"

But the next moment, Hashirama suddenly realized that someone seemed to have wailed with him just now.

He subconsciously looked towards the place where the voice came from.

But he saw Madara with an angry face covering his head with one hand, with the stone still on his head.He clenched his other hand and glared at Lu Chuan angrily.

It turned out that when Lu Chuan threw the stone just now, he quietly used some skill, and the stone hit Zhujian's head, and then was bounced to the top of Madara's head.

Madara was caught off guard, and was accurately hit in the head by a flying stone.

Madara threw away the stone that hit her head, and was about to point at Lu Chuan angrily to say something, but was interrupted by the latter's actions.

Lu Chuan spread his hands indifferently and smiled slightly.

He did this purely to repay the blow of being interrupted from his nap last time, and he had absolutely no other thoughts.

Afterwards, he ignored Madara's angry expression and fist-threat gesture, he imitated Madara's tone, approached Hashirama, and said:
"Who will believe that you are fine, you have written your sorrow on your face."

Hearing this, Zhu Jian felt very wronged, the sadness of almost not seeing his younger brother and the confusion about the future welled up in his heart instantly, and two lines of tears flowed down uncontrollably:

"It's really all right, nothing at all."

Seeing that Lu Chuan didn't pay attention to what he meant, and choked on a mouthful of old blood in his throat, Madara took a deep breath, stared at Lu Chuan, and wanted to find a chance to take revenge on this insidious guy.

But now the most important thing is to ask what happened in this column, and he can only shake his head helplessly in the end, let it go.

Madara turned his head, and just as he dispelled the depression in his heart, he saw Hashirama's dejected look, and he was suddenly out of breath.

He stomped his feet vigorously, a pair of wooden clogs slapped loudly, pointing at the pillar with hatred, he shouted angrily:

"Just tell me!"

The corners of Zhujian's mouth pursed, he thought of the dead Wajian, the tears couldn't stop, turned into two lines of clear tears and flowed straight down.

Hashirama knew that it was impossible for him not to have any hatred for the Uchiha clan who killed his brother.

But if he wanted the war to end, he had to let go of this hatred.

War leads to death, and the dead make the living hate each other, and hatred eventually leads to war...

Such a vicious circle will eventually only deepen the hatred between each other, and the war will never end.

Hashirama sniffled, and he stopped being stubborn. He turned his head and wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and then spoke in a very low and confused voice, describing what the war had brought him:
"I have three younger brothers, one died a few months ago, and I almost didn't see the other a few days ago..."

Then he raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, with unwiped tears on his face, after Madara and Lu Chuan had such a fight, his mood was no longer so heavy:
"The reason why I came here is because looking at this river, the entanglements in my heart seem to be washed away by the river."

Madara was stunned for a moment, then he glanced at Lu Chuan who was not looking sideways, opened his mouth, and finally didn't say much.

Madara, who is also in the Uchiha clan who is also burdened with hatred, couldn't understand Hashirama's mood. He looked at Hashirama's back and sighed helplessly in his heart.

He thought of his younger brother, Quanna.

He only has this younger brother left, so he also dotes on Quan Nai very much. This kind of doting is due to the hatred and sorrow brought to him by all his dead relatives before.

As long as the hatred remains, people will be suspicious of each other, and the suspicion will lead to distrust between the two sides, resulting in conflicts with disagreements, and the final result is still war.

And war... breeds hatred.

Lu Chuan also didn't speak. He knew that Madara and Zhujian already had an idea about the future, although this idea was still very immature and only had a prototype.

The dream of both is the same, but the method and understanding of realizing this dream are not exactly the same.

Both Madara and Lu Chuan knew that Hashirama needed to talk at this moment, so the two of them quietly became two listeners.

Hashirama tilted his head slightly, his eyes were still looking at the flowing stream, and the unhappiness in his heart gradually passed away. At this moment, he wanted to tell the ideals in his heart to the two who should understand him.

Hashirama tilted his head, his tone was flat and slowly expressing his heart, Hashirama tightly held a dry grass pulled out from the gap in the stone in his hand, and asked behind him:
"You are called Madara and Lu Chuan, right? I guess you all feel this way more or less."

Zhujian turned around, and Lu Chuan slowly walked to the other side of Zhujian and stood there, holding another stone in his hand, but neither he nor Madara spoke.

Both of them knew in their hearts what Zhu Jian wanted to express in what Zhu Jian said.

(End of this chapter)