Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

The crescent moon hung slanting in the sky, and the spring night breeze blew through the yard, blowing the century-old weeping cherry tree.

It witnessed Tobirama's childhood, boyhood, youth, adulthood, and old age, and accompanied him throughout his life.

Watching how he grew up and became Hokage, watched him confess his love under the tree, and then stood under the tree in the long years to come, looking at the pink and white flowers.

This sudden meeting seemed like some unspoken omen, but Tobirama already felt it didn't matter.

He looked into Shenwei's eyes, and after a long time, he laughed.

"Soon, we can meet again soon."

Kamui was stunned for a moment, but then he understood what he was referring to.

Without further explanation, Kamui knew that in this timeline, Tobirama was right.

No one knows whether the soul after death will go to the Pure Land. If his soul does, then old friends will indeed be reunited.

The reunion of old friends can make people cry, just like Hashirama and Madara.

After his family fell asleep, Madara quietly sneaked into Hashirama's bedroom alone. Using the moonlight shining in the window, he tried hard to identify Uchiha Madara's face, and Hashirama actually laughed sincerely.

He was really happy, so happy that his eyes were filled with tears.

He was lying on the bed. His silky black hair when he was young has turned snow-white now that he is over ninety years old.

His hair is white, but his face does not look too old. Xu is too optimistic. Even if his life comes to an end, he can still laugh heartily.

Not long ago, in the original timeline, Madara had just drank with Hashirama. It was only a short time ago. After coming to this timeline, his best friend who indulged in drinking with him had already become an old man. What an old man.

The impact was even greater than when I saw Izuna.

The moonlight shined on the floor through the window, and Madara used this light to walk to Hashirama's bed.

Hashirama sat up from the bed and leaned the pillow behind him. He became very haggard and just leaned on the pillow like that, looking up at Madara.

He said: "I'm very happy that you came to pick me up. Madara, you know, I thought I would have to walk alone on the way to the Pure Land. I was still thinking, what if I get lost?"

"..."

"You know, because I usually act with Tobirama, I don't need to remember these things when he's here, so I've always been bad at it."

"..."

"Tobirama won't go with me on the road to the Pure Land. I've been worrying about what to do if I get lost. If I get lost, I won't be able to see my parents and Itama. Mito I will be angry if I can’t wait. Of course, if I can’t see you, I will feel that life will be less interesting.”

"What on earth have you been thinking about all day?"

Hashirama wasn't angry when his best friend complained about him, on the contrary, he was very happy.

He suddenly thought of something and looked excited. He said: "Madara, you know, I dreamed about you the day before yesterday. Since you left, I haven't dreamed about you for a long time, but I suddenly dreamed about you the day before yesterday." , This made me happy for a long time.”

"What did you dream about me?"

Hashirama grinned widely, with a boyish look that rejuvenated his youth, "There was an old man in my dream, and he said that we were brothers in our previous life, blood brothers."

"Hmph~" Madara was amused by Hashirama.

He sat down by the bed and looked at Hashirama's smiling face. At this moment, it seemed that everything around him had changed. They were not at Hashirama's house, but at the Nanga River. They were not what they were now, but two people. A teenage boy.

That was the place where they first met, the beginning of their determination to change the fate of their family, and the place where the dream began.

"It would be great if we were brothers," Madara said, lowering his head and smiling again, "If you were brothers, you might have to be beaten by me every day, because sometimes you are very irritating, Hashirama. ”

"Really?" Hashirama didn't believe it, "You are so gentle to Izuna, how could you do something to your own brother."

Speaking of which, it seems that this is indeed the case, because I don't want to give up.

"What else did the old man say in the dream?"

"How do you know he said anything else?"

"Well..." Madara choked up immediately. He just asked casually, "Is that all the old man can say?"

"Hehe," Hashirama smiled happily and nodded, "I did say something else, saying that the two of us must truly reconcile from our hearts, otherwise chakra will continue to be reincarnated and become worse."

"What weird dreams have you had?"

"Yeah, I think it's strange too. We are very, very good friends. How can we not reconcile?"

They really reconciled when the two tribes decided to build a village together, didn't they?

The night was too quiet, and the sound of the wind blowing leaves clearly reached their ears through the window. This sound was the same as the sound coming from the woods behind them when they were at the Nanhe River.

Close your eyes and you can hear the sound of the river flowing. If you take a deep sniff, you can smell the fragrance of the vegetation and the fishy smell of the water plants.

I don’t know if it’s because his imagination is too good, but Madara really feels like they are back to their teenage years again.

Hashirama was still talking nonstop, but Madara suddenly called his name.

Hearing Madara calling him, Hashirama had to close his mouth. Without turning on the light, there was only moonlight, but he could see Madara's face very clearly.

He heard Madara smile and say to him: "I never told you, Hashirama, that I can already fight to the other side of the river."

Hashirama listened blankly, suddenly understood what Madara was referring to, and laughed instantly.

"How many years has it taken you to master the trick? You really don't have the talent to make a fool of yourself."

Madara didn't take it seriously, "I just lost to you here, so why are you so proud?"

"Yeah, this is the only one I lost to. You are the only opponent I recognize."

When you are with good friends, the content of the chat is often boring and unnutritious. The content of the chat is not important, but who you are chatting with is important.

Hashirama was really happy that in the last stage of his life, the person who appeared in his dream was Madara. Fortunately, he was not a debt collector or an opponent at the gambling table who had beaten him fifty times in a row.

His life was very complete. He had a wife, children, brothers, and close friends. His dream came true, and he lived peacefully until the end of his life.

Hashirama looked at Madara, his expression finally became serious, and he said, "I'm not afraid."

"what?"

"I said I'm not afraid of death. Ever since you left, I've learned that every extra day I live is a day earned. We're similar in age. How long can I hold on now that you're gone?"

Hashirama smiled again, with a mean tone, "Who would have thought that I would actually live for a few more years, not bad, not bad."

Madara was amused by him and couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, "Hey~"

"Will I go with you tonight?"

Madara understood the meaning of Hashirama's words in an instant. He shook his head and comforted him, "I just sensed that you missed your former friends, so I came to see you in my dream. Don't think too much."

"Well, then when I leave, you can pick me up on the way to the Pure Land. I'm really afraid of getting lost."

After pondering for a while, looking at Hashirama's peaceful look, Madara couldn't bear to refuse and nodded silently.