[Hokage] After losing my memory, I became a super god in the ninja world

This spot is not a four-war spot, but a cave age spot (

As a supplementary extra, related to the main text

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Uchiha Madara was dreaming.

At his age, sleep is almost just a means to stay alive. Sometimes, a moment of closure is equivalent to a long period of darkness. In the dark underground, he would often write down the scale to ensure that he would not lose his sense of time too quickly.

This time, it's a little different.

"Brother Ban"

The black-haired girl turned around and called. Madara Uchiha saw the person he looked like as a child with short hair waving to her.

Probably the person who said hello smiled, and the girl smiled too. She walked towards him with gentle steps, a wind-beaten wooden corridor behind her.

It was the home of his youth.

……

I am very sure that this person has never existed in my past memory. Uchiha Madara had a rare emotion in his heart:

It's been a long, long time since he felt the anger of being fooled.

Of course, the Sharingan cannot be used in the dream, Uchiha Madara took the initiative to tear open the spirit with a hint of murderous intent. He has the supreme power over his spiritual world. The moment before his dream was shattered, his eyes looked thoughtfully, as if following him across time and space.

Somewhere in the air, he felt that she was looking at him.

Look at a person leaving in a slightly embarrassed manner.

This realization is really unpleasant. Uchiha Madara opened his eyes, and it seemed that such a harmonious and strange scene still remained in his mind.

"Chakra……"

The deep old man's voice said, "Bai Jue."

"Madara~"

The rarely summoned white humanoid creature approached happily, "What's wrong? Is there anything to do? Sharpen the knife, do the laundry, tidy up the room, or grow taller?"

No creature had spoken to him for a long time, and Bai Jue felt extremely lonely.

"Go and find me the Uchiha information."

The old man still said in a slow tone. Bai Jue blinked his eyes and tilted his head again, "Now."

Uchiha Madara didn't want to talk to a brainless thing. He leaned on the cold seat, took a deep breath of air, and then another breath, "Everything."

All Uchiha.

He wanted the strange person who appeared in the dream to pay the price. Dare to pretend to be a Sengoku Uchiha, huh...

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Probably due to bad luck, Uchiha Madara didn't find anyone who matched the records.

He retained all Uchiha information from historical records, and did not forget to collect news about Konoha after leaving the village. But there are no qualified candidates among them, not at all.

……

Some idea passed through the soil and stone walls from the vast outside world and crashed down hard. He dragged his body and slowly stroked the blade stained with countless bloodstains. Those memories that he thought had faded suddenly jumped out of the depths of his mind. The young black-haired child once called him "Brother Madara".

Brother Ban.

"he……"

"Uchiha..."

Two words that no one heard floated in the hollow. He leaned on the spreading root pipe and closed his wrinkled eyes: "Quan Na..."

Quan Nai.

……

"Quinai!"

Just like that, the clear call came again. The fried black-haired boy hurried across the polished floor, holding a beautifully decorated box in his hand, "Quick, quick!"

The moment Uchiha Madara held his breath, a familiar face poked out of the room. Quan Nai, who still had short hair, blinked her big eyes and suddenly raised the corners of her mouth with a naughty smile, "Nissan, if you run so fast, your father will scold you."

……

it is true.

Uchiha Madara suddenly felt the pain of being torn apart all over his body. He described that smile almost greedily:

...It turned out to be true.

"Ah, never mind that now!"

The scene in the dream is still moving forward without stopping. Madara grabbed Izuna and pushed him into the room. When he closed the door, he did not forget to move his ears to alert the surroundings:

Business as usual.

Madara breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in his brother's room. Quan Nai's house was kept as clean as she remembered, with a small painting on the wall facing her head depicting a pale pink plum blossom.

Uchiha Madara originally wanted to touch Izuna's hand but stopped.

It was one of the few things my mother left behind. He remembered that after breaking up with Hashirama that year, he was taken away by his father.

As for Madara here, he looked at his face and assessed with his recovered mind that he was about the same age.

So he decided to wait and see for the time being.

Quan Nai still looked that cute. He took out the dried meat in a lacquer box and pushed it out with a smile. Bannu said, "Aunt Keiko is making snacks for you again. Don't eat too much."

Quan Nai pinched one and put it into his mouth very naturally. While chewing it, he said clearly, "What are you afraid of? Children need more nutrition. And Nathan also said that this dried meat is added with medicinal materials, which is good for bone development. .”

"It's true..." Madara scratched his hair in distress, "She always dotes on you so much..."

"Nisan doesn't understand this." Quan Nai stuck out her tongue, "Real pampering is not like this. She just does reasonable things."

"..."

Madara, unable to refute.

The two brothers' chat didn't last long. Madara quickly put the box he was covering in front of Izuna's eyes and gently opened it. There was a hint of regret in his expression, which attracted Uchiha Madara's attention instantly, "I promised to give him a gift during the Chinese New Year, but she was delayed by the mission and was injured, so she never gave it out."

A delicate and elegant hairpin rests quietly in the box, with birds and lespedeza hovering above it. The bird's eyes are a particularly bright red jade, and together with the tail feathers inlaid with diamonds, it has a dazzling feeling.

"Brother Ban's taste..."

The younger brother smacked his lips and thought about it, "So mature. Did you choose the jewelry based on your mother's jewelry?"

A hard straight shot caused Madara's face to instantly light up with a fiery red color. He faced his brother's speechless look and tried to argue, "It's very expensive. The shop that the daimyo's wife often goes to is Yoshinoya."

This plot also appeared, but at that time he was thinking of giving Keiko a gift. and……

The man who automatically became younger when he entered the dreamland raised his eyebrows and suddenly felt majestic: At the price at Yao House, this hairpin was enough to carry out a medium-sized mission within the clan at that time.

I'm really willing to give up most of my wealth.

"But Neisan is not suitable for such a color." Quan Nai shook her head, "She often wears tribal uniforms. She likes silver hairbands, and plain colors look better."

Madara took a deep breath and said seriously, "No, it's still gold and red. It will definitely look good with the kimono."

As long as her brother is serious, Izuna will not refute. He thought for a few seconds and clapped his palms, "Then we need to let Nathan wear a kimono first. The summer festival is a good opportunity. She will definitely wear it if she acts coquettishly."

Madara's eyes lit up, and he touched his brother's head, "Good job Izuna, I'll treat you to whatever you want in the summer."

"I don't believe promises without guarantees," Quan Nai shook her hair, "Brother Madara, it's best not to let Nathan know. She is super evil and will definitely see us two in distress."

Uchiha Madara's gaze moved outwards without trace. There were wind fluctuations that the young boys could not feel, but the "third person" could trace them.

He stood in the air and listened to the two brothers continue to discuss, but his eyes seemed to penetrate the gap between the wood and paper, looking farther away.

she……

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"Cough cough cough cough!"

A violent coughing and gasping sound echoed in the large underground cavity. Bai Zetsu, who rarely got in front of Madara Uchiha, shouted in horror, "Ahhhhh Madara!"

I have never seen such a violent cough. Madara is going to die!

"Stop."

The old man's voice still contained a powerful intimidation, and Bai Jue immediately stayed where he was and shut up, with only his eyes rolling around. The pipeline connecting the outside demon statues rustled and increased the transportation. Uchiha Madara walked step by step to the "bed" made of stones and held his breath for a few seconds:

The things prepared for the successors have been completed.

Just wait for a person who meets the requirements to land on the trajectory of destiny.

It's going according to plan.

so,

"Ah ah, Madara, are you okay..."

Black Jue was not there, so Bai Jue could only ask questions cautiously.

Uchiha Madara raised his eyes, opened two Magatama Sharingan and quickly put down the source of the noise, which turned into turbid black again. It finally became quiet in the big hollow. He returned to his usual seat, leaning on it and trying his best to pull a strand of gray hair behind him...and then...

……

Quiet.

Suffocating silence.

There is nothing else here, only the heretic demon statue, a sculpture between pillars, and countless white Zetsu who cannot be called human.

Uchiha Madara originally thought that he was used to this kind of silence, but when the sound sources received by his ears disappeared, something more terrifying than silence spread into his chest, instilling strange things and filling him.

thump.

thump.

thump.

He heard his own heartbeat, so steady and so stubborn and long.

thump.

thump.

thump.

He couldn't help but recall the vivid dream, and the forgotten past in the dream was the past.

thump.

There was a small burst of laughter.

——Izuna smiles very cutely.

thump.

The sound of pages rustling in the wind.

——It looks like I still have my mother’s things.

thump.

"Nissan."

——"Brother Ban."

thump.

"Uh……!"

-That's not an illusion! No one can cast a genjutsu on Madara Uchiha!

thump.

He is alive.

——He is a living person!

living!!!

……

Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong——!

A violent heartbeat burst out from nowhere in my mind. It beat so fast that my body couldn't react and could only open my mouth to breathe in embarrassment.

Uchiha Madara reached out and grabbed the fabric outside his chest. The thin, rough thing twisted under his knuckles that became dry and hard, and then rubbed against his skin and flesh, bringing out an unspeakable feeling:

…Tenderer than pain, deeper than sorrow.

Half a silent bubble squeezed out of the throat. No one knew how it floated up from the bottomless place and what words came out of the person's mouth. The old man looked up at the dark sky, and the shapeless characters passed through his vocal cords, piercing his mouth with blood that overflowed:

"I……"

"Uchiha..."

When the unspeakable longing finally reached his ears, he thought in a daze, just for a second.

Give him one more second before Infinite Tsukuyomi.

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One second is so long.

He saw that Madara and Izuna finally did not give away the hairpin at the summer festival because the girl said goodbye to them.

Uchiha Madara looked at her seriously for the first time.

She was wearing her ethnic uniform, with her half-length hair tied into a ponytail, and her expression was calm and not reluctant.

He scanned her palms, arms, shoulders, and neck. He saw her thighs, calves, and feet gripping the ground. Finally, he looked her in the eyes.

"hahahahahahahaha!"

Suddenly, Uchiha Madara laughed indulgently. He never went to see her. The reason was the terrible inability to face himself.

She is like a person who stepped out from the edge of a knife. Every look and movement she makes is questioning the world.

So...similar.

"Unknown intruder, tell me your name."

He reached out to the void. The girl in the dream seemed to be feeling something and looked around.

"Zhenyuan."

Tajima was also on the way, "Your decision has never been wrong. But as a father, I still hope that you remember to remember that we are still waiting for you while you are away."

"I will."

The girl agreed gently.

She should be someone who is decisive in doing things. She jumped up without saying any unnecessary words and didn't even look at her. In the blank space where her figure disappeared, Uchiha Madara was affirmed by the non-existent alien in her destiny. She was so free, so free that no one could stop her progress.

"Uchiha Mabuchi..."

The man who turned into an old man murmured. My heart was filled with countless chaotic things. It was a masochistic mood that even though I knew the world was different, I wanted to seize the opportunity to continue watching.

...He is still old.

...If you push it back a little further, he won't even have the courage to do so.

…So, it’s too late, everything is too late.

……

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"Father, will Zhenyuan remember us?"

Madara asked softly in his dream.

The moment Uchiha Madara left, he heard Tajima say, "Yes, because we are her important people."