Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Quan Na suddenly disappeared, and Madara went completely "crazy".

Two days later, Uchiha Skyfire and Tobirama reported that a stiff corpse was found in Nanga Shrine. The corpse had many old knife wounds and tattoos, and it looked very much like the person on the wanted notice issued by the security department a few months ago. .

In the past two days, Madara has been looking for Senna everywhere like crazy. He has almost traveled to every corner of the village. He has searched every place where Senna usually goes, but he has found nothing. .

When Tobirama came to Madara's house and told him that Izuna had returned to the Pure Land again, Madara was so depressed that he almost lost his humanity. Even when Izuna died, Madara did not appear like this, and it only lasted a few days. He calmly went to the battlefield again.

But now, his whole body seemed to be immersed in a ball of ink. Although his face could be seen but his mind could not be felt, he seemed to be dead even though he was still breathing.

Tobirama said a lot, including some of the shortcomings and limitations of the reincarnation of the dirty land. His original intention in saying this was to make Madara open up a little bit, but now Madara can't listen to anything, except when Tobirama came and he glanced at him. Besides, for the rest of the time, he was always immersed in his own world, huddled there motionless.

Tobirama looked at Madara like this, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He must have sent away Izuna with this mood back then. 18 years later, this pain has been repeated again.

Madara sat there blankly, not knowing when Tobirama left. From the afternoon until late at night, he sat here with an empty mind for a long time. There was no light in the room, it was dark, the window was open, and the moonlight The light shone in from the open window, illuminating a small area of ​​light in the darkness.

Madara looked sideways and looked at it, the melting moonlight was like a glass of watered-down milk.

It was so quiet at home, not a single sound could be heard. Madara held the tatami with one hand and tried to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, his body shook uncontrollably and he fell back to his original position again. He laughed at himself. She curled her lips and wanted to smile, but this smile turned out to be uglier than crying.

Madara couldn't help but frowned. It was clear that two days ago, Izuna was still alive and kicking in front of him, and he said good night to himself. He said, Nisan, go to bed. When you wake up tomorrow, I will buy breakfast for you.

But when he woke up, he didn't see Quan Nai at home. He thought Quan Nai had gone to buy breakfast, so he waited and waited. When the sun rose high, he didn't wait for Quan Nai. Nye's breakfast.

Since then, his brother has disappeared, and just a few hours ago, Tobirama came to tell him that the sacrificial container for reincarnation was found, the reincarnation of the dirty land was solved, and Izuna returned to the pure land again.

The sound of footsteps getting closer and closer became clearer. Madara's eyes moved. He hurriedly raised his head and saw the tall figure who had arrived at the door.

"Quenna?" he called him.

The figure stepped into the room. He was wearing a kimono, his long hair swaying slightly as he walked, and the moonlight dimly reflected his face.

"spot,"

"...Hashirama," his heart sank and he was disappointed again. Madara was thinking that maybe this was the first time he saw Hashirama but he felt disappointed, "It's you."

Hashirama sat down on the other side of the low table. With a muffled sound, two jars of green plum wine appeared on the low table.

Hashirama didn't say anything more, but quickly untied the hemp rope used to seal the mouth of the jar with both hands, threw away the seal, and pushed one of the jars in front of Madara. He didn't persuade him to drink or comfort him. He took the lead. He picked up the jar and drank a few sips. The wine flowed through his throat, carrying a faint aroma of green plums.

Madara looked at Hashirama in the darkness. Hashirama's skin color was already dark, but in a room like this with no lights on, it looked even darker. It was so dark that he couldn't see Hashirama's face clearly.

Silently picking up the wine jar, Madara also took a few sips. Although the wine was fragrant, it also stung his throat.

Neither of them spoke, each holding a jar of wine in their arms in silence and taking a few sips from time to time.

Madara has never felt that life is as miserable as he does now. If Izuna had not been reincarnated by the dirty land and lived with him for these few months, maybe he would not be so uncomfortable. It is precisely because of gaining and losing that it becomes more difficult to accept.

He touched his heart with one hand. The beating heart hurt so much that he couldn't help but want to cry.

"We didn't even get a proper goodbye..."

In the dark night, Madara murmured to himself, with a cry of grievance in his voice.

Hashirama thought about the time when Itama and Wasama died. At that time, he was still young and cried while holding his brother's body, but now Madara can't even cry.

When he came in, he deliberately didn't turn on the lights, just to tell him that even if he shed tears in the dark, no one would see him, and he could vent his emotions freely.

Under the catalysis of alcohol, Madara gradually shed those cold, strong and ruthless disguises. He lowered his head and burst into tears.

"If possible, everyone would like to see their deceased relatives, those relatives who would never appear in their dreams. Sometimes, I wonder what Banjian and Wajian would look like when they grew up. I can't imagine whether you still rely on me and trust me like you did when you were a child..."

"..."

"Life is precious because it only comes once. The soul has its place to go. Seeing you like this, Izuna will be so sad when our souls reach the Pure Land in a hundred years."

"..."

In the days after Izuna was reincarnated from the dirty earth, Madara didn't even dare to close his eyes, for fear that someone would come and snatch him away when he closed his eyes. He seemed to be guarding a treasure, and felt that everyone was coveting his. Treasure, and now, his treasure is really gone. No one has taken it away, but he really can't see it.

Madara didn't sleep all night, and Hashirama stayed with him all night. He only left when the first ray of sunlight in the morning light shone into the room.

Not long after Hashirama left, Madara heard footsteps again, slightly heavy footsteps, very hasty.

The door was opened, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. The ninja had developed the habit of walking very lightly due to years of training and having to hide himself when doing tasks, trying to weaken his presence as much as possible. It was obvious that the person coming was definitely not a regular ninja. It could be her.

"Nissan..." Kagura called him while holding on to the door frame.

Sure enough, Madara snorted softly, slowly raised his head and opened his eyes.

He stared at Kagura blankly for a while, until she slowly walked up to him. He slightly raised his head to look at Kagura. This woman who always smiled had a look of guilt, regret and distress on her face at this moment.

She was the one who briefly returned Izuna to him. Realizing this problem, Madara grabbed Kagura's arm and implored her:

"How about one more time? I still have Quan Na's hair, and the container is easy to find. There are damn felons in that whole prison. I'll arrest them. I can take as much as I want. If it's not enough, I'll go outside the village. Catch, there are too many bad people in this world, and we can’t catch them all..."

Madara opened his eyes like black glass, his eyes were moist and filled with madness. His hand holding Kagura's arm kept exerting force, causing her to frown in pain.

"Nissan, did I do something wrong?"

Madara shook his head, "Yes, yes, I beg you, can you do it again? There are still too many things to do, Izuna..."

can be clearly...

"I did it wrong."

Grasping Kagura's hand, he released his strength little by little, and finally let go and let it hang down. He closed his eyes in pain and despair. At this moment, he truly realized that when a person dies, he is dead, and even if he is reincarnated in the dirt, he is just Illusion, life is so fragile. He had completely lost his only remaining brother who had been with him the longest 18 years ago.

In the past few months, it was like having a beautiful dream. In the dream, he could meet and live with his brother again. He was so happy. When he woke up and opened his eyes every day, he could see his brother walking around the house. They were together. Chat and exchange taijutsu and ninjutsu together, just like they did when he was alive.

It is fatal pain to have something given and taken away from you when you desire it.

Along with this pain, when she opened her eyes again, Kagura saw a new pair of eyes, the lavender samsara eyes replacing the previous black eyes.

Kagura looked at it for a long time, feeling both strange and familiar at the same time. The world had indeed changed a lot because of his involvement as a time traveler, and even Madara's reincarnation eye had been opened in advance.

"Nissan, your eyes..."

Madara felt the change in his eyes. He looked around blankly, and the world in his eyes was slightly different from before.

As I looked at it, I heard him laughing at himself and saying to himself: "Although we have lost our loved ones, we have got unexpected good things here..."

Kagura stared at his face with a hint of fear. Although he was smiling, there was no smile at all in his eyes. Not only was there no smile, it was even cold and scary.

I still remember that in the anime, Madara and Hashirama opened the Sharingan when they broke up due to the intervention of their fathers and brothers. His father, Uchiha Tajima, did not understand the pain in the child's heart at all, but he said happily, although he did not get the Senju. information, but we got another good thing here.

Listen, are these human words? How can your family be so open-minded? Don’t you think that your child’s pain is exchanged for a pair of mutated eyes but he is so happy?

Kagura knew that she was not qualified to accuse Uchiha Tajima. It was understandable to give up some other things in order to gain strength in troubled times. Their genes determined this.

just now...

Madara took a deep breath and whispered: "Actually, with my current reincarnation eye ability, I can also resurrect Izuna."

"Ah," Kagura certainly knew that he could do it. If the reason for wanting to have the Samsara Eye was for the Eye of the Moon plan, then Madara, who has given up on that false plan, is no longer so obsessed with the ability of the Samsara Eye. He might actually be able to do that.

"Nissan, maybe it's more suitable for me to do the thing of exchanging one life for another."

Madara looked at her after hearing this, and there was not much unnecessary emotion in his cold eyes.

"Wait for me, wait two more months."

Two months? Madara was thinking. In two months, the child in her belly should be born.