The Old Philosopher of Naruto

Walking to the front, after a long time no see, Uchiha Madara suddenly realized a very serious question:

"What is this man's name?"

Uchiha Madara thought to himself that he should ask Zhe just now, Zhe's memory has always been better! ,

Forget it, never mind, just ask.

"What's your name..." Uchiha Madara asked slightly embarrassed.

"Hashirama" Senju Hashirama said calmly, still frowning slightly.

"Oh! Hashirama!" Uchiha thought it was right, it was the name, in fact, I almost remembered it just now.

Then Madara put his hands on his hips: "Hashirama!"

"what happened?"

"I'm downcast as soon as I come here today!"

"What happened?"

Madara's tone of voice is relaxed, perhaps in the heart of the young Madara, ordinary sad things can be shared with each other to make them happy.

"Why are you asking this..."

"I'm fine!"

Senshou Zhuma replied with strength.

"Who are you lying to!"

"Why don't you tell me."

Uchiha Madara continued to ask.

"fine!"

"Okay, let's talk."

"No! It's really all right!"

"Okay, don't be stubborn. I'll tell you to just say it!"

"It's really okay!"

Senju Bashima said that nothing happened, but when he turned his head, Madara found that his entire face was wet with tears, and he was still crying uncontrollably.

"If you tell me, you can say it!" Uchiha Madara didn't want to talk about it here, and pointed directly at Zhujian.

However, perhaps it is this bold approach of not hitting the south wall and not looking back to ask the truth that made Hashirama dare to give his sincerity to Uchiha Madara, a stranger who has only met once.

Qianshou Zhujian was still holding back tears, wanting to say but not wanting to.

"What's wrong?" Madara asked again seeing Senju Hashirama like this.

Senshou Zhuma sighed, and turned his head away.

"My brother..."

"died."

After finishing speaking, Senshou Bashima could no longer restrain himself, and directly took his sleeves and began to wipe his tears.

Qianshou Zhujian wiped away the tears, and raised his head to look at the opposite bank again.

"The reason why I came here..."

"It's because looking at this river..."

"The entanglement in my heart seems to be washed away."

"That's it." Uchiha Madara replied.

"Your name is Madara, right?"

"I guess you might feel the same way."

"You have..."

"Brothers and sisters?" Senju Bashirama asked.

Uchiha Madara was also reminded of the past, and the sad incident of being attacked by the Hyuga clan not long ago echoed in his mind again.

"my home..."

"There are five children."

Madara picked up a stone and held it tightly in her hands—

"once."

Senju Bashirama turned his head, looked at Madara in shock, and couldn't help but say:

"once?"

The two could empathize with each other, and in an instant, something indescribably different happened in their hearts.

Uchiha Madara looked straight ahead like a knife, and continued: "Yes, once."

"We...are ninjas."

"I don't know when I'm going to die."

"If there is any way to ensure that we will not die."

"The only way is to be honest with the enemy and not hide from each other."

"Worship to become brothers."

"Can...."

"it's out of the question."

"Because people's hearts are unpredictable..."

"No one can see into another's heart."

"Maybe the other party's heart is actually burning with anger!"

While talking, Madara threw the stone in his hand vigorously, as if to vent all the grievances in his heart.

Senju Hashirama murmured: "Be honest with each other..."

"Is it really impossible?"

Uchiha Madara replied: "I don't know!"

"but!"

"I often ponder here,"

"Hopefully we can find a way."

The stone rushed to the surface of the water quickly, and finally, with a "pop", it fell to the opposite bank.

Madara Uchiha raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a slight smile:

"This time... I seem to have finally found the right direction."

"It's not just you..."

"I also..."

"Throw it over!"

Senju Bashima suddenly stood up and looked at Madara, he was actually taken aback - because no one had ever understood his thoughts, but this boy named Madara did.

I am not the only fool who wants to change this war-torn era!

Uchiha Madara also turned around to look at Senju Hashirama: "Even if you can't see your heart."

"I know too..."

"you..."

"Whether it's hair style or clothes, it's all dusty."

Senshou Zhujian was shocked!The natural black attribute erupted, and a dark cloud instantly enveloped it.

"Hahaha!"

Beside, Uchiha Tetsu laughed and said, he wanted to complain a long time ago, you, a future god of ninjas, actually wears such clothes with no face, this is definitely a dark history of iron iron.

Watching the interaction between the two just now, Zhe felt very emotional in his heart, as expected of the reincarnation of Indra and Asura, and felt that the conversation between the two had a different kind of fetter.

At the same time, in addition to the expectation of the famous scene "Madara's Tucao", I was worried that my casual words would cause some butterfly effects, and I made myself a professional philosopher and listened to my life here for a long time.

"Then... if you want to end the troubled times, according to you, you have to be honest with each other?" Uchiha Tetsufa asked.

"Yes, unfortunately, this is impossible."

Uchiha Tetsu smiled: "It's not necessarily impossible."

Then Uchiha Tetsu looked at the two of them: "Madara, Hashirama, if your brother doesn't listen to you, what will you do?"

"Use love and persistence to influence!" Senju Zhuma replied passionately.

Uchiha Madara was a little confused: "Quanna? Quanna won't disobey me."

"This is out of the question..." Uchiha Tetsu covered his forehead, almost forgetting that Izuna is a powerful brother.

"Okay! Quanna is also my cousin, let me answer for you."

"There are two other ways..."

"One is to give a few pieces of candy, and he will be obedient after coaxing him."

"The other is beating. Once the brat is beating, he will be obedient."

Uchiha Madara said angrily (╬￣盘￣)=○: "What! You hit Quanna!"

Uchiha Tetsu automatically ignored Madara's younger brother: "The above three methods, we are looking for their own essence."

"In turn, it corresponds to the influence of the soul, the drive of interests, and the coercion of strength."

"The influence of the soul—"

"Just like the two of you have a common language now, we are definitely not the only people in this world who have the same views, and there will definitely be more people."

"At least, children who have not been affected by the Warring States battlefield will have such a beautiful vision."

"And at this time, we can influence their hearts and let them join our peacebuilding team."

Senshou Zhujian was thoughtful, and it seemed that the instinct of "love" was gradually awakened.

Uchiha Madara asked: "However, the Warring States Period is not decided by the children. Even if the children agree and the adults disagree, isn't that still useless?"

"Take a step back, even if the adults agree with it, the centuries-old feud between the various families cannot be ignored. Such an overall trend of public opinion will still make the various families continue to fight."

"Then what should we do?"