Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

The daytime banquet is held in the village square. The towering trees surrounding the square provide natural shade, making it a good place to hold a banquet.

The Hokage-sama's wedding banquet was almost a celebration for the whole village. There were so many people coming and going, it was so lively.

Hashirama and Madara hadn't seen each other for a long time. When they met again, Hashirama was happier than anyone else. He and Madara were arm in arm. Madara was not used to Hashirama's enthusiasm. He stayed away a little, and Hashirama became more clingy. It seemed like he was saying something. If you don’t finish it.

"Madara, do you know where I have been during this time?"

Ban said calmly: "How do I know?"

"When I came back from the Land of Birds and passed by Kusagakure, there was grass growing on the roof of your thatched house. I was very kind and pulled it out. Don't you praise me for my enthusiasm?"

Madara frowned and looked at Hashirama. He was begging for praise like a child, and he smiled with big white teeth. He didn't look very smart at all.

"I don't even live there anymore, why are you still pulling weeds?"

After Madara asked, Hashirama came back to his senses and said to himself: "That's right, but at the time, I felt very desolate when I looked at it, and inexplicably I remembered that you had lived there alone for more than a year, which made me feel even more desolate... …”

"..."

Madara had nothing to say. Seeing Hashirama's serious face, he felt somewhat helpless, then...

"Good job!"

"Hahaha," Hashirama was very happy to be praised and laughed instantly, "I originally wanted to pull out the grass in the vegetable field, but Mitofei said that I was mentally ill, so I gave up in the end."

"..."

Madara nodded silently in his heart, isn't it just because he has a brain disease? Why did he become close friends with this mentally ill guy?

Hearing someone say his name behind his back, Mito, who was chatting with Natsuki a few steps away, quickly glanced at Hashirama. After feeling the sharp gaze from his wife, Hashirama immediately smiled and waved to her, Seeing that his sister was there, Hashirama quickly pulled Madara over.

As he walked, he said, "This time I want you to meet my sister."

Madara has no interest in women. A long time ago, he occasionally heard Hashirama say that he had a twin sister who was a famous beauty in the Senju clan. Madara would definitely fall in love with her when he saw her, so he must take her. My sister hid it and never let him see it.

At that time, Madara didn't believe it. Looking at Hashirama's sister's head and Tutu's dress, he couldn't imagine what the twin sister's face would look like or how beautiful she could be. Just imagining it made him completely uninterested. , and even doubted the beauty he said.

Madara was very disdainful. In the war years, he was thinking about how to protect his dwindling family, how to protect his tribe, and how to bring peace to the ninja world, instead of the love between children. Women were not that important to him, and were even dispensable. .

Now, after so many years, Hashirama unexpectedly went out of his way and generously introduced his "hidden" sister to him.

Surprising!

"Sister!" Hashirama called Natsuki from behind.

At that time, Natsuki was peeling off a piece of candy and stuffing it into her mouth. When she heard Hashirama calling her, she turned around quickly.

The ponytails on both sides of his head flew with the swing of his body, and the tails brushed Madara's cheeks, with a faint medicinal fragrance. He saw Natsuki's face, which was a face somewhat similar to Hashirama. But as a woman, her face has the softness and beauty of a woman, like a white flower stained with rain and dew, and you can smell the fragrance when you get close.

Natsuki turned around and saw Hashirama and Madara. When she saw Madara's face at close range, her expression froze for a few seconds, and then she came back to her senses and curled her mouth.

"He is the close friend I told you about." Hashirama introduced her enthusiastically.

Natsuki thought for a while and remembered the name. She looked at Madara and smiled sweetly and waved her hand.

"Hello, Madara~"

this sound...

Just like her smile, sweet and soft.

It's just that there is a little lack of response.

The wind blew Madara's hair, which always covered half of his face, and he looked at Natsuki, his eyes trembling.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Hashirama tilted his head and looked at him.

Madara still didn't move, his heart beating a few beats faster.

As for that, he laughed at himself.

She was just a woman with some charm. He had seen too many women like this.

But there seems to be another personality whispering inside - maybe.

After staring at Natsuki's face for a long time, Madara nodded slightly, smiled, and said lightly: "Huh, finally... I see you."

The rain in the afternoon ended the banquet early, and the subsequent Qixi Festival activities could not be held because of this. At someone's suggestion, they moved to an izakaya to continue drinking. Several people sat on a long table joined together, the men sat on one side, and the women sat on the other. .

Momoka drank too much with Kagura in the afternoon, and fell asleep on the table after just a few drinks. Now the only ones awake on the table are Hashirama Mito and his wife, Madara and Natsuki, who are not good at being active. The atmosphere was so beautiful that the wine table suddenly became much quieter.

Hashirama was still telling Madara about what he had seen and heard in other countries in the past few years. Madara listened expressionlessly, occasionally smiling, with an indifferent expression. Hashirama had long been used to him like this, drinking him one glass after another.

"I haven't seen you for so long. I want to have a good drink and I won't come back until I'm drunk."

Madara did not agree or refute. He raised his eyes slightly and saw the woman opposite, who was as bright as the moon in the clouds. She lowered her eyes and looked at the wine glass in her hand. Perhaps the water in the glass reflected someone's shadow. , or maybe she felt the gaze resting on her face, her charming and pure eyes raised, they collided with the man's gaze and then hurriedly bounced away, with a bit of panic that others could not easily detect.

Hashirama was still saying something, but Madara didn't listen at all. He looked sideways and watched Hashirama's lips opening and closing as he said something. When he got excited, he would laugh loudly and boldly. Very.

But what exactly did he say?

Madara drank all the wine in the glass, and a pair of slender white hands held the bottle to refill it for him. He looked at her, and something sounded from the deepest part of his soul.

It was a woman's voice, with a slight echo. Was it because she was in a cave?

She must have seen the knife wound on his body, and her tone was a little worried. She said, "You are seriously injured. Don't move. I can help you bandage it."

He waved her hand away and refused the approach of any stranger, no matter whether he was a woman or a child. This was the instinctive self-protection of a ninja on the battlefield.

He used his eyes too much and couldn't see her face clearly, but he could only vaguely see a white shadow.

"Your eyes are bleeding, are you injured too?"

"I have bandages and medicine, it's okay..." She reassured him.

"I will save you, don't be afraid..."

He is so self-righteous, he is Uchiha Madara, how could he be afraid because of being injured? He is such an innocent person.

"Madara, Madara?" A hand waved in front of his eyes. Madara turned around and saw Hashirama with a puzzled look on his face.

Hashirama frowned as if he couldn't understand him, and his voice was full of doubts, "Hey, what's wrong with you? You're acting weird today."

When Madara came to his senses, there was no one on the other side. Natsuki was not there, Mito was not there, and even Momohua who had fallen asleep was gone.

Hashirama followed his gaze and explained: "They sent Moohua back first."

"Ah," Banner responded calmly, spilling some wine from the wine glass held between his fingers.

"It seems that I'm really getting older." Madara said mockingly, staring at the wine glass.

Hashirama was startled for a moment, then laughed, patted Madara on the shoulder, and agreed: "Yes, time passes by, and we can't always stand in the same place, we will always grow old slowly."

"yes,"

If it weren't for getting older, why would those memories that had been sealed up in dust and almost forgotten come out again? The older the person is, the more he likes to recall the past. He doesn't like this feeling.