Hashirama Reborn

As the Wood Release chakra poured into the ground, soon a slight sound was heard, and a trembling little bud broke through the soil layer, quickly elongated, and grew leaves. The leaves grew bigger and bigger, and small fruits were produced. The fruits slowly grew bigger, and the green skin and black lines gradually became clear.

Uchiha Madara widened his eyes and opened his mouth unconsciously, he could not believe what was happening before his eyes. He saw the huge fruit fall to the ground with a "pop" because of its weight. Then he reacted and looked around in panic, only to see that the original wasteland had been covered with green, and countless watermelons were hidden under the leaves. At a glance, there were dozens of them!

How...how was this done? Uchiha Madara stuttered, his face full of shock and surprise.

Hashirama wiped the sweat from his face and said: I tried to use the power of Wood Release to speed up the growth of watermelon seeds. As a result, they matured. Unlike using Wood Release to make plants bigger, it is very difficult to control the seeds to grow quickly. However, it was also through this attempt that I feel my control over Wood Release has improved a little bit.

As he spoke, Hashirama picked up a watermelon created by Wood Release and gently broke it open, revealing the red, juicy flesh. He couldn't wait to take a bite, opened his eyes wide in surprise, and his mouth was full of sweet juice. He turned around and shouted to Uchiha Madara: Madara, it's so sweet! Come and try it!

Uchiha Madara was immersed in the thought that Hashirama had become stronger again, but suddenly Hashirama called out to him and he came back to his senses. He subconsciously took a bite of the watermelon that was handed to him, and the sweet taste instantly filled his entire mouth. He blinked his eyes, with a surprised expression on his face, thinking, "Wow, it's really sweet! It feels sweeter than the watermelon just now! Could it be because of Hashirama's Wood Release?"

Uchiha Madara swallowed the fruit in his mouth, and a fighting spirit surged in his heart: Hashirama is really powerful, damn it, I can't lose!

After eating the watermelon, Hashirama still had some sweet juice on the corners of his mouth. He kept secretly glancing at Uchiha Madara, his eyes seemed to want to say something but stopped. Uchiha Madara noticed this subtle look and felt annoyed. He widened his eyes and put the watermelon in his hand aside for the time being.

Hashirama, what are you doing? If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so shy!

When Hashirama heard this, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he carefully moved to the side of Uchiha Madara, their shoulders gently touching, their heads almost touching. His eyes flickered, staring into Uchiha Madara's dark eyes.

Madara, I, I want to ask, have you used the Mangekyō recently? Hashirama spoke hesitantly, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Uchiha Madara raised his eyebrows, looked at Hashirama with some confusion, and asked: No, why are you asking this?

I just want to ask if there's anything wrong with your eyes. I, I, I, I don't want to know the secret of the Sharingan, I just, just... Hashirama was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks and couldn't speak clearly.

Uchiha Madara looked at Hashirama's appearance and felt helpless. He curled his lips and said: Hashirama, calm down. The watermelon juice has been smeared on your hair.

Upon hearing this, Hashirama realized that his hair was wet. It turned out that he was so nervous that he didn't even bother to wipe the watermelon juice off. He was immediately embarrassed. After a moment of silence, he curled up like a deflated ball, exuding a depressed aura.

Senju Hashirama, you are so useless. You can't even speak clearly, and you make Madara angry again... Hashirama muttered to himself, burying his head between his legs, muttering to himself constantly.

Uchiha Madara looked at Hashirama's appearance and felt flustered. He hurriedly patted Hashirama's shoulder and comforted him: Hashirama, I'm not angry, just tell me what you have to say.

really?

Well, you say! Uchiha nodded.

Hashirama raised his head, his eyes flashing with anticipation, and said excitedly: "Ban, can I see your Mangekyo? Last time your eyes bled, I was very worried. You know, Wood Release has the ability to heal, I want to see... "

Uchiha Madara couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart. The Sharingan is the biggest secret of the Uchiha clan, especially his Mangekyō Sharingan, which is the clan's treasure. Anyone who dares to covet the Sharingan will be eliminated. However, facing Hashirama's sincere eyes full of concern, he felt an indescribable hesitation.

Hashirama looked at Uchiha Madara who remained silent, the expectation in his eyes gradually turned into disappointment, he grinned, forced a smile and said: I understand, Madara, I'm sorry for making things difficult for you. As he said that, he curled up again, trembling slightly, as if he was in great pain.

Seeing Hashirama like this, Uchiha Madara was panicked. He grabbed Hashirama's clothes and shouted: Enough! I'll let you see it, don't cry... Eh?

Seeing Hashirama's refreshing face without any traces of tears, Uchiha Madara was stunned for once, "This guy... didn't cry?"

After getting Uchiha Madara's permission, Hashirama burst into laughter in an instant, and proudly jumped in front of Uchiha Madara, rubbing his palms, with a look of eagerness to try.

Seeing Hashirama's excited expression, without any sign of sadness, the veins on Uchiha Madara's forehead bulged, as if trying to break free from the restraints of his skin. "This damn guy!"

However, since he had already agreed to let Hashirama check his eyes, he could not go back on his word. Uchiha Madara took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger in his heart. A gloomy chakra aura spread around his body. His eyes gradually turned red, and the three magatama connected into a piece, forming a strange shape like a blade. The powerful pressure came towards him, making people dare not look directly at him.

Hashirama approached nonchalantly with a serious look on his face, carefully observing Uchiha Madara's Mangekyō Sharingan, afraid of missing any details. After a moment, he asked seriously: Madara, do you feel uncomfortable after opening your eyes?

Uchiha Madara looked at the face in front of him, feeling uncomfortable. He leaned back slightly, trying to create some distance, and stammered, "No, no."

Hashirama nodded, green chakra lit up in his hand, and he slowly approached. Uchiha Madara's body stiffened, his fingers moved slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to stop him, but then he slowed down his breathing and forced himself to relax, "Forget it... If it's Hashirama, it's okay."

The palm of his hand gently covered his eyes, and Uchiha Madara's eyes fell into darkness. He blinked subconsciously, and his long eyelashes gently brushed against his palm. The touch of this moment made both of them stiff for a moment.

Uchiha Madara heard the stuttering voice of Hashirama on the opposite side: Madara, Madara, then I... I will start?

Uchiha Madara tried hard to adjust his breathing to make his voice sound calmer: Ah, you, come on!