Hashirama Reborn

Uchiha Madara was lying flat on the bed, breathing deeply, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Meow~ a light cat's meow suddenly came from outside the window. The person on the bed opened his eyes instantly, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and he had no desire to sleep at all.

He tilted his head slightly and moved his ears as if trying to catch a familiar sound. After hesitating for a moment, he turned over nimbly like a cheetah and quietly pushed open the window, intending to find out what was going on.

The next second, a familiar face with a bright silly smile suddenly appeared under the window sill. Uchiha Madara's heartbeat paused, and he almost let out a very un-Uchiha scream. He tried hard to restrain the urge to pat his chest to calm his shock, and opened his mouth to ask silently: Hashirama, do you want to die? !

Hashirama seemed to have sensed his emotions, and he looked up obediently, and replied with his mouth: Follow me, Madara! As he said that, he did a backflip and ran silently to the street, turning back from time to time and waving like a cat, signaling Uchiha Madara to follow.

Uchiha Madara gritted his teeth and turned over to follow. He silently said in his heart, "If I find out that this is something boring, I will definitely beat Hashirama to three-quarters death this time!"

After running from the bustling street to a remote cemetery, Hashirama finally stopped. Uchiha Madara looked around and saw that the place was empty and deserted. The weeds swayed in the breeze, as if telling of the loneliness here. There were only countless lonely graves standing everywhere.

Uchiha Madara finally had the chance to speak out the doubts that had been accumulating along the way: Hashirama, didn't you go to look for your brother? Why did you bring me here?

Hashirama seemed to have anticipated his reaction. He pushed aside the pile of weeds as if he was offering treasures, and saw more than a dozen wooden barrels stacked inside. The barrels exuded a faint vitality, which was obviously the product of Wood Release.

Hashirama patted the wooden barrel and pulled out the cork. With excitement flashing in his eyes, he pointed inside the barrel and said with a smile: Tobirama has found it, the mission is accomplished, Madara, I have something else to talk to you about, come and see!

Hearing that Hashirama had solved the problem, Uchiha Madara subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. However, looking at Hashirama's excited call, he found it a little funny. Although he thought the other party was childish, he still gave him enough face and walked forward.

Uchiha Madara looked down carelessly, but was stunned instantly. His eyes were focused on the small exit of the barrel. It was pitch black inside, and there was a strange smell. After observing for a while, he exclaimed: What... What is this? Fuel? !

The wooden barrel was filled with fuel oil. The surface of the oil had a faint luster and emitted a special smell. Uchiha Madara looked up at Hashirama, his eyes full of confusion and surprise: Where did you get so much fuel?

Hashirama chuckled, with a smug look on his face, and explained: There is a fuel well in the Rain Country, but it will fall into the hands of the Fire Country Daimyo in a few days. I found a way to get this fuel, so remember to take it back.

Uchiha Madara opened his mouth in shock, as if he wanted to say something, but Hashirama interrupted him hurriedly: No, no, no, I have some here too, they are all over Tobirama's place. These fuels are Madara's thank you gift for helping me enter the city. Without you, I can't get these good things.

Uchiha Madara frowned, but was still going to refuse. Fuel was very precious, not to mention there was so much of it. Hashirama saw what he was thinking, his eyes turned, and he said with a smile: Uchiha's eyes are so important, with these fuels for lighting at night, you don't have to worry about damaging your eyes, Madara, yours... No, in short, just accept it for the sake of Izuna and the Uchiha people.

A warm feeling surged in Uchiha Madara's heart. Thinking of his younger brother and some elderly people in the clan who had poor eyesight, he was silent for a while, but finally nodded.

Upon seeing this, Hashirama jumped for joy twice, happier than if he had received a gift himself. He turned around and picked up a big watermelon from the bushes, split it in half in front of Uchiha Madara's shocked gaze, and handed half to him. Uchiha Madara, holding the watermelon in his hand, asked in a daze: This watermelon... where did you get it from?

Hashirama touched his nose and smiled shyly: "Haha, this is a gift from someone else. Madara, don't you like sweets? Come and try it!"

Uchiha Madara swallowed, nodded cautiously, lowered his head and took a light bite. In an instant, a sweet taste flooded into his mouth and brain. The crispy flesh and sweet juice intoxicated him. He couldn't help but close his eyes and enjoy this rare delicacy.

Looking at Uchiha Madara's intoxicated appearance, Hashirama's heart was also filled with satisfaction and joy. The two of them just like this, one ate while the other watched the other eat, as if at this moment, the whole world had become quiet.

Soon, half of the watermelon was eaten up. Uchiha Madara licked the remaining juice on his fingertips cherishingly, looking like he was still unsatisfied.

Suddenly, half a watermelon with a sweet smell appeared in front of Uchiha Madara's eyes. It was the half in Hashirama's hand. Uchiha Madara was stunned and asked in confusion: Hashirama, you haven't eaten it yet? Hashirama shook his head and said honestly: I don't like sweet food, Madara, you eat it.

Uchiha Madara shook his head and advised: Hashirama, you eat it.

Hashirama thought for a while and broke the watermelon in his hand into two halves again. Some watermelon seeds were thrown onto Hashirama's clothes by this violent action, but he didn't seem to care. Hashirama handed one half to Madara again and said pitifully: I'll try it then, but I really don't like sweet things, it would be a shame to waste it, Madara, please help me eat some.

Uchiha Madara recalled that Hashirama really liked salty food more, especially the mushroom rice, so he stopped refusing and started eating the half watermelon. Hashirama smiled and lowered his head to taste the watermelon in his hand. "Oh, it's really sweet. It must be great to eat in the summer. It's a pity that there are too few such delicious watermelons."

As the evening breeze blew, the two young men lay on the ground, looking at each other's faces with mouths full of juice, and they couldn't help but burst into happy laughter at the same time. The laughter echoed in the night sky, as if it could dispel all the haze.

After a while, Uchiha Madara stood up, took a watermelon seed from Hashirama's clothes, and suddenly said with some annoyance: Oh no, I was so happy eating just now that I forgot to bring some for Izuna. If Izuna could also eat it, she would definitely be very happy.

Hashirama blinked his eyes, looked at Uchiha Madara's annoyed face and the small watermelon seed on his white fingertips, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He snatched the watermelon seed, buried it in the soil together with other watermelon seeds on the ground, and under Uchiha Madara's puzzled gaze, he activated his Wood Release Chakra, and a force of life surged out of his body and rushed towards the land.

He wanted to try growing watermelons.