Hashirama Reborn

Looking at Uchiha Madara standing expressionlessly by the river, Senju Hashirama couldn't help but break into a broad smile and sat cross-legged next to Madara. Of course, he felt Madara's murderous intent at that moment, but he firmly believed that Madara would not do it.

Because I know Ban is a gentle person.

Hearing Hashirama's answer, Uchiha Madara's pupils shrank, and his two-magatama Sharingan stared straight at the smiling figure on the ground, as if he wanted to see his soul clearly. Finally, the Sharingan turned back into a dark pupil. Uchiha Madara turned his head to look at the sparkling river and said softly: Hashirama, if I kill you now, Uchiha will definitely have the upper hand in the future battle with the Senju. You should know this.

But now you are still facing me defenselessly, and you didn't stop treating me even when I had murderous intent. Are you sure you can avoid my killing move, or do you think that I am not strong enough to give you a fatal blow?

I don't understand, Hashirama, what are you thinking? After knowing my identity, wouldn't you want to kill me for the Senju? Aren't you afraid that I would kill you? Why do you still trust me so much now?

Hashirama was silent for a long time, and finally spoke calmly: Madara, when we were just interacting as Hashirama and Madara, we could play together, laugh together, talk about ideals together, and look forward to the future together. There was no hatred or barriers between the two of us, only joy and happiness from the bottom of our hearts.

But why should the feelings between us be erased once we have surnames? Why must the Senju and Uchiha hate each other?

No matter how much the two races hate each other now, I think everyone's initial wish is just to live well in this world with the important people.

Whether it is the Senju or the Uchiha, everyone has relatives, friends, their own hobbies and wishes. When they are hungry, they want to eat; when they are sleepy, they want to sleep; when they are happy, they laugh; when they are sad, they cry; when important people are hurt, they will feel resentment; when they are angry, they will want revenge.

Because we wanted to live with the important people, we had no choice but to accept the employment of the daimyo and the nobles. However, just wanting to survive created a situation of confrontation between the two clans. We fought with each other, and each side lost important people. The dead left forever, and the survivors tried to find ways to seek revenge with hatred, and the new employment-opposition relationship added new hatred to our hatred, over and over again. This hatred became wider and deeper, so deep that there was no possibility of reconciliation between the Uchiha and the Senju clans, and they could only choose to hate each other until one of the clans was destroyed.

But this is wrong. The hatred that has already occurred cannot be forgotten, but newborn children have no reason to hate each other. They are just instilled with the seeds of hatred by adults in the process of growing up. The past that has already happened cannot be changed, but the future where hatred has not yet occurred, why can't we change all this?

It is wrong for ninjas to fight each other, it is wrong for ninjas to have to rely on missions to survive, and it is even more wrong for everyone to accept this fact without question.

It is obvious that ninjas possess extremely powerful strength, and there are more ways for us to survive besides fighting each other, and using the power of chakra will definitely make us live better than ordinary people. But why do everyone think that ninjas can only survive by being employed by daimyo and nobles?

Who deprived the ninja of other ways of survival, who defined the idea that ninjas can only survive as tools, who made us rely on fighting each other to barely survive, who made ninjas exist only as a knife to hurt those innocent ordinary people, who caused endless resentment and estrangement between ninjas and ninjas, and between ninjas and ordinary people, who made it impossible for us to live in peace forever!

I started thinking about these questions a long time ago. I didn't understand why this happened. I asked many people, my father, elders, and younger brother, but all I got was beatings, scolding, and confusion. No one could answer my questions. Everyone even thought that there was something wrong with me and that I was abnormal for having such thoughts.

Until I met you, Madara.

Only you think like me, desire peace like me, hope for change like me, and want important people to stop getting hurt like me.

Only you will treat me sincerely, imagine the future with me, and listen to my strange ideas.

You are the only one who doesn't think Hashirama is a freak.

The day he met Madara, Hashirama was no longer confused. Because of you, Hashirama became firm in his own ideas. In this world where he was not understood or recognized by anyone, Hashirama was no longer alone because of Madara's existence.

Madara is the revelation given to Hashirama by God. He is Hashirama's eternal best friend and companion, and someone who can be trusted 100%. If one wants to achieve peace and change this wrong world, Hashirama cannot do it alone. It is only possible to achieve it with Madara.

Hashirama has always trusted Madara and that has never changed.

A breeze blew by, and the grass on the ground swayed gently. The two young men, one standing and one sitting by the Nanhe River, did not speak anymore. They just watched the quietly flowing river silently. In the reflection of the moonlight, two blurred faces swayed slightly with the water.

Yeah……

After a long time, a soft whisper came out of Uchiha Madara's mouth. Hashirama subconsciously clenched his hands hanging beside him. He resisted the urge to look at Madara's figure and just waited silently.

Uchiha Madara didn't say anything, but turned around and prepared to leave. Hashirama suddenly stood up and shouted anxiously: Madara!

Looking at the slender figure that paused in front of him, Hashirama wanted to ask Madara if he would come over again, if he would continue to associate with him, and if he would want to sever the bond between them. But after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't open his mouth to ask, and could only look at the other person with a persistent and aggrieved look.

Feeling the gaze from behind, Uchiha Madara paused and stopped, slowly clenched his fists. His father's scolding was still vivid in his mind. The Uchiha and the Senju could only be enemies. For the glory and interests of the Uchiha, he should not act on his emotions anymore. Even if he could not kill Hashirama just now, he should cut off all ties with Hashirama.

But what Hashirama said just now made him hesitate again. Everything now was not just the fault of Uchiha or Senju. He already knew where the problem lay, so should he just let him continue to make mistakes?

Should I obey my father's orders, leave here, give up on changing anything, let myself, Hashirama, Izuna, and the rest of the clans be forever trapped in the vortex of hatred, let all the people I care about fall in a pool of blood, and only end when one of the clans is destroyed?

The faces of his father, Izuna, and his clansmen flashed through his mind one after another, but the face that lingered in the deepest part of his memory was Hashirama's face behind him. Was he really going to let the people important to him fall tragically in a whirlpool of hatred because of this ridiculous world?

I am Uchiha Madara. If Hashirama, that crybaby, has the courage to change the world, then what should I be afraid of?

The figure in front finally turned around. Uchiha Madara opened his pair of scarlet Sharingans, staring straight at Hashirama Senju who looked like he was about to cry, and slowly raised an arrogant smile: Hashirama, you are not the only one who wants peace and wants to change this world. Empty words are useless. Only the strong are qualified to change everything. So I will become stronger, stronger than everyone else. If you always cry like this and are too weak to be abandoned by me, I will not wait for you.