Hashirama Reborn

In a corner of the bustling town, in front of a dessert shop, Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara sat side by side, enjoying their rare leisure time. The air was filled with the aroma of various sweets, the most tempting of which was the steaming meatballs in front of them.

Hashirama picked up a string of meatballs and took a light bite. The soft outer skin burst in his mouth, and the sweet filling made him frown slightly. Hashirama smacked his lips. The meatballs here are too sweet. The sweetness is beyond his imagination. Why are the Uchiha people so keen on such sweet food?

Confused, Hashirama's eyes unconsciously shifted to the black-haired Uchiha next to him. He saw that Uchiha Madara's brows were relaxed, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. His white fingers gently picked up a string of meatballs and put them into his mouth elegantly. With a slight chewing sound, a meatball soon disappeared between his rosy lips and teeth. The stretched cheeks and the other party's satisfied expression made Hashirama's heart beat rapidly involuntarily for some reason.

Unwilling to think deeply, Hashirama forced himself to shift his gaze, lowering it to the palm of Uchiha Madara's hand holding the wooden stick. He thought dazedly, "Madara's hands are so white, his fingers are so long, and his nails are pink? Not only his palms, but also his wrists are so thin, it seems to be a circle smaller than mine." He unconsciously clenched his hands and then gently loosened them, and an inexplicable emotion surged in Hashirama's heart.

With such slender wrists, he can actually wield such a heavy round fan and fight against me who has the extraordinary power of a thousand hands. Madara is really amazing.

Uchiha Madara swallowed the food in his mouth with satisfaction. He turned around and saw Hashirama who was staring at him blankly. He rarely showed a good-tempered smile and asked: Why are you staring at me, Hashirama?

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Not getting a response, Uchiha Madara tilted his head in confusion and said hesitantly: Hashirama?

Hashirama stood up suddenly, his face flushed, and he stammered: "No, nothing, Madara, you continue eating..."

Ugh!

Hashirama guiltily turned his gaze to the empty plate next to Uchiha Madara and said in shock: Madara, have you finished eating?

Uchiha Madara licked the frosting on his lips with his tongue and sighed with satisfaction: As expected, the meatballs from this restaurant taste good.

Upon seeing this, Hashirama generously took out his purse and said with a smile: Madara, what else do you want to eat? I'll treat you... Before he finished speaking, Hashirama's eyes widened instantly, and he found that the originally bulging purse had become shriveled in his palm, and the light weight silently told of the emptiness inside.

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Hashirama's expression was blank, he stood there stupidly, but in his heart he began to scream crazily: Oh no, Mito bought too many things and I don't have money to treat Madara to dinner, what should I do!!!

Looking at the shriveled purse in Hashirama's hand and the devastated expression on his face, Uchiha Madara raised his eyebrows and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He took out a purse from his arms, deliberately lowered his voice and said: I'll treat you, this restaurant not only has meatballs but also has good steamed buns.

Thank you... Madara. Hashirama lowered his head and cried violently in his heart, "Oh, oh, oh, I really don't like sweets. Should I refuse? But this is a rare time to be with Madara, and I don't want to leave."

After a while, a plate of steaming steamed buns appeared in front of him. Hashirama's expression changed drastically. After a while, he mustered up the courage to pick up a bun and bravely put it into his mouth.

Chew chew... huh?

The chewing action suddenly stopped, and Hashirama widened his eyes in shock. He took another bite of the bun in disbelief. It was crispy and soft, just like before, with a soft inside under the crispy outer skin. It was indeed delicious, worthy of being the food recommended by Madara.

But, but, this isn’t sweet?! The “good” food recommended by Madara, who has a heavy sweet tooth, isn’t sweet?! Is Madara’s sense of taste damaged?!

Uchiha Madara on the side swallowed the sweet meatball in his mouth, looked at Hashirama who had a shocked face next to him, and said awkwardly: What are you standing there for? Eat quickly. If you faint from hunger, don't expect me to carry you back!

Ah, so that's how it is. Knowing that I don't like sweets, Madara deliberately indulges me. Woohoo, Madara, you really are my best friend! Apocalypse!

Hashirama's eyes instantly turned into round fried eggs. He held half a steamed bun in both hands and looked at Uchiha Madara with a touched expression.

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Uchiha Madara was almost furious after being stared at. He stood up suddenly and shouted uncomfortably: Look, what are you looking at? If you don’t want to eat it, I’ll throw it away!

Hashirama hurriedly picked up the steamed bun and said with tears in his eyes: Eat, I'll eat! Hashirama ate the steamed bun, which was not sweet at all, in front of the dessert shop that mainly sells sweets. Uchiha Madara pretended to eat the meatballs indifferently, but he couldn't hide the smile in the corner of his eyes.

The sun gradually moved to the west, and the golden afterglow spread over the entire market. Uchiha Madara clapped his hands, looked at the gradually dispersing crowd, and said softly:...It's so late, Hashirama, I should go back.

Wait, Madara, I have something to give you, please wait a moment...!

Hashirama hurriedly swallowed the last piece of steamed bun in his mouth, and while slurring his words to stop Uchiha Madara from leaving, he hurriedly wiped his hands on his kimono to make sure there was no residue left. Then, under Uchiha Madara's puzzled gaze, he carefully took out an exquisite wooden box from his arms.

...?

Hashirama pushed the wooden box in front of Uchiha Madara with an expectant look on his face, silently urging him to open it.

...Uchiha Madara opened the wooden box and saw a few pairs of black gloves inside. Feeling Hashirama's expectant gaze, he was moved and asked hesitantly: For me? Why?

Hashirama nodded vigorously, and pushed the wooden box in his hand directly in front of Uchiha Madara, and lowered his head guiltily: Winter is Madara's birthday, it's a pity that I was training far away at the time and couldn't come out to see you, but I still want to send you off...

Stealing a glance at Uchiha Madara and finding that he still looked calm, Hashirama instantly squatted on the ground, muttering in frustration: Ahhh, as expected, latecomers are not eligible to give gifts, Madara, I'm sorry I missed your birthday.

Please, forgive me, I...

Ignoring Hashirama's mumbling, Uchiha Madara just stared at the guy squatting on the ground, lost in thought, birthday, a day that even his father and Izuna wouldn't take too seriously, what on earth was this guy Hashirama...

After a while, Uchiha Madara turned his head and whispered: "Idiot, we are ninjas, who would listen to such nonsense! Besides, even if you were here, could you still come to Uchiha? !

Hashirama immediately looked up in dissatisfaction and retorted seriously: It's not a boring thing, that was the first day that Madara came into this world, it was the opportunity for us to meet, it was a very important day for me!

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