Hashirama Reborn

From that day on, Hashirama Senju began to frequently meet Madara at the Nanga River. With similar ages, common ideals, and comparable strength, the two quickly became good friends. They competed in water skipping at the Nanga River, exchanged physical skills, talked about their future ideals, and boasted about their cute younger brother. Every day made Hashirama very happy, as if he had found half of himself and his whole person was finally complete.

With Hashirama's kick on Madara's stomach, it indicated that a satisfying fight had finally come to an end. The two men lay down on the spot, gasping for breath.

Ban said somewhat unhappily: Huh, huh, you win this time, Hashirama, fifty-five to fifty-four. "Damn it, I was obviously better at the beginning, but now I have been overtaken by Hashirama. It seems I need to practice harder."

Hashirama laughed, and felt a little embarrassed. Because he had the memories of his previous life, he had decades more combat experience than Madara. Although at the beginning his body couldn't keep up with his consciousness, causing his movements to stagnate and he often lost to Madara, once his body adapted, Madara would no longer be his opponent.

Now he couldn't let Madara discover the fact that he was much stronger than him, otherwise Madara's self-esteem would force him to practice harder. However, combat awareness could not be strengthened by hard practice alone, it had to be improved through a large number of battles. All he could do now was to fight a few more battles with Madara.

Thinking of this, Hashirama decisively decided to change the subject, picked up the box aside, and handed it to Ban.

Haha, Ban, you must be tired after fighting for so long. Are you hungry? I brought mushroom fried rice and tofu skin sushi today. I made them myself. Do you want to try them?

Tofu sushi?! Seeing Madara's eyes light up, Hashirama couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart, "As expected, if you want to divert Madara's attention, only Izuna and tofu sushi have this ability. They are so cute, Madara."

Ahem, that's right, tofu sushi and mushroom fried rice, which I made at home and brought with me when I went out. They might be a little cold now and the taste is not very good. Do you want to try them, Ban?

Humph, well, since you made it yourself, I'll give it a try reluctantly, Madara said as he opened the wooden box and looked at the neatly arranged sushi inside, with golden crusts and bulging with rice and other ingredients. As the box was opened, the aroma of food wafted faintly.

Gurgle~ Gurgle gurgle~ The stomach made a hungry sound. At this moment, little Uchiha Madara, who was not thick-skinned enough, successfully blushed. Under the teasing gaze of his friends, he reluctantly picked up a piece of sushi and put it into his mouth. He thought that as long as he could fill his stomach, it would be fine. Even if it tasted bad, he had to give face to Hashirama and must hold it in and absolutely could not spit it out!

Woo!!! Uchiha Madara couldn't help but open his cat eyes wide and chewed it uncontrollably. It was so delicious! The first thing he saw was the tender and smooth texture of the bean curd skin, and the rice wrapped inside was plump and soft, mixed with the sweet and sour sauce. It was refreshing and delicious, with an endless aftertaste.

Uchiha Madara looked at Hashirama in shock. He couldn't believe that such delicious sushi was made by this thick-skinned guy in front of him.

Facing Uchiha Madara's shocked gaze, Senju Hashirama raised his head proudly.

Humph, you are dumbfounded, right? I didn't expect that. I learned this unique skill of making sushi from the best sushi chef in the village after the Battle of the Valley of the End. Every year when I go to pay tribute to Madara, I will make a plate of sushi and offer it in front of Madara's grave.

Looking at Madara's bulging cheeks and his eyes slightly narrowed because of the delicious food, Hashirama thought absentmindedly, "I just didn't expect that the dead person is actually still alive. I thought the sushi I gave away for free for more than ten years finally ended up in Uchiha Madara's hands."

Seeing Hashirama in a daze again, Madara curled his lips in dissatisfaction. Tsk, is this guy so proud of himself? What? Isn't it just making sushi? Next time, I have to make something to open this guy's eyes.

While thinking about other things, Madara kept reaching for sushi. A full box of sushi was soon empty under his support. Touching his bulging belly, Madara's face turned red, and he thought a little embarrassedly.

Oh no, it was so delicious that they ate it all. What should Hashirama do? This guy hasn't eaten any yet?

Seeing Ban sitting there awkwardly, Zhujian touched his nose and said with a silly smile: "Ban, are you full? I have some mushroom rice here, do you want some more?"

Ha, does this guy think he is a big eater? And he hasn't eaten yet? He actually wants to give me some food? This guy is too nice, I wonder if he will be bullied by others in the tribe?

Uchiha Madara couldn't help but frown. Hashirama was just too easy to talk to and too loyal to his friends. He would definitely not let Hashirama suffer any loss, but Hashirama's clansmen might take advantage of this guy.

That's right, Madara has guessed that Hashirama should also belong to a large ninja clan. After all, Hashirama's skills are too good, and tofu sushi is not something that ordinary people can eat. This guy can make tofu sushi by himself, and he can decide whether to keep the food or not without the consent of the adults. He should have a high status in the clan.

Madara also knew that Hashirama should have guessed his identity as a ninja. After all, although Hashirama was a little thick-skinned, his observation skills were definitely not weak. It was just that they cared too much about this friendship, and tacitly ignored all the points that might cause conflicts, and carefully maintained this friendship.

I have made up my mind and will do my best to protect this friendship and Hashirama. Once my clan finds out about my relationship with Hashirama, I will ask my father to form an alliance with Hashirama's clan. After all, although the Uchiha clan is strong, they are not without enemies. It will not be bad for the Uchiha clan to gain the friendship of a clan.

As long as Hashirama is not the Senju, even if the clan finds out that he is on good terms with outsiders, he has the confidence to convince his father and clan members. After all, Hashirama is so generous and powerful. When they grow up, they will be able to trust each other and form an alliance smoothly!

Looking at Madara who was suddenly full of fighting spirit, Hashirama was a little puzzled with the delicious mushroom fried rice in his mouth. Did Madara want to fight with me again? Oh oh oh !!! As expected of Madara, wait for me.

Looking at Hashirama who suddenly started to show off his food like crazy, Madara thought helplessly, "Although Hashirama is strong and generous, he is a little too nervous. Isn't he afraid of choking when eating so fast?"

Today is also the day that Madara is worried about his best friend.