Hashirama Reborn

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Hearing Madara's words, Hashirama's eyes became moist in an instant. He tried hard to hold back the urge to cry, not wanting Madara to see how useless he was. The back of Madara turning away resolutely in his previous life and the figure now looking at him with arrogance vaguely overlapped.

But Hashirama knew that for the sake of peace and to change this wrong world, Madara had made up his mind to move forward with him. Uchiha Madara was a very persistent person. Once he made a decision, he would never change it easily. He no longer had to worry that Madara would sever his ties with him as he did in his previous life.

Hey, are you going to cry again?! Looking at Hashirama with red eyes, Madara waved his arms anxiously. Madara obviously hated weak guys, but Hashirama's tears always made him helpless.

No way! Madara, you underestimate me!

Hashirama sniffed hard, raised his hand and wiped his eyes vigorously. After making sure all the tears were wiped away, he put down his arm, revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes, and pounced on Madara with a big smile.

Banbanban! You promised, didn't you? You will be with me, right? !

Uchiha Madara looked with a headache at the guy who was lying in his arms, shouting "Ban Ban Ban" and rubbing his clothes hard, his forehead veins bulged. "Don't say weird things, you guy. We just agreed to join forces in the future. Why do you talk as if you agreed to something weird!

How long are you going to hold me? Let go! Uchiha Madara pulled Hashirama hard, trying to tear him off from him. Let go! If you dare to wipe your tears on my clothes, I will make you pay!

Ugh!

Uchiha Madara only felt his subordinate Hashirama's body stiffen, and a bad thought suddenly came to his mind, Hey, hey, hey, Hashirama, you didn't really put your tears on my clothes, did you? I have to go on a mission later!

No, Madara, after listening to Hashirama's muffled answer, before Uchiha Madara could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the guy in his arms raised his head on his own initiative and said embarrassedly: It's snot.

...For a moment, all the sounds disappeared. Under Hashirama's uneasy gaze, Uchiha Madara slowly revealed a gentle smile, if you ignore the dark energy behind him.

Bang, bang, bang!!! Ah~~~!!!

After a while of chaos, Uchiha Madara took off his soiled kimono and threw it on Hashirama, who had three large bags on his head. He was about to leave with an ugly expression. Hashirama held the dirty clothes in his arms and said in a panic: Madara, are you going on the mission directly? When can we meet again?

Uchiha Madara frowned and said, "Hashirama, it's better if we don't meet recently. My father already knows about our private dealings, and he's been watching me very closely lately. I can't enter and leave the clan freely like before."

Furthermore, we haven't solved the communication problem yet. If we go out rashly, not only will we not be able to meet each other, it may also arouse suspicion from the clan members. We can only wait and see.

Hearing what Madara said, Hashirama was a little anxious. Why is this happening? He and Madara have just communicated with each other. Will it take a long time for him to know anything about Madara? "Damn it, when will the Slug Sage come to find me? If only I had a clone of the Slug Sage now, I could communicate with Madara at any time."

Huh?! If it's just a simple communication, the wooden clone seems to be able to do it. Thinking of this, Hashirama rushed in front of Madara and said excitedly: Madara, I have an idea, wait a minute!

After saying that, without waiting for Uchiha Madara to react, he stretched out his hands and circulated chakra. A small piece of wood grew out of the palm of his hand, and then quickly twisted and deformed. Under Uchiha Madara's curious gaze, it slowly turned into a small human figure and fell into his palm. He had smooth and neat short hair, and a pair of curved almond eyes on his round face that almost occupied half of his face. Together with his small nose and upturned lips, it simply outlined an expression of laughter. His stubby limbs were covered with a familiar tacky kimono, and he looked like a wooden carving version of the three-headed Senju Hashirama.

Senju Hashirama stuffed the wooden sculpture into Uchiha Madara's hand and said happily: Madara, this is a mutated wooden clone I made using Wood Release. It has no ability to move and no independent consciousness. It is just an ordinary wooden sculpture. The chakra I input can keep it for at least a month. During this period, if Madara wants to ask me to meet here, he just needs to destroy it. I will inherit its destroyed memory, and then I will find a way to come to you!

Wooden clone? Uchiha Madara looked at the wooden sculpture of Hashirama in his hand, and frowned slightly at the smiling Hashirama. Inheriting the destroyed memory, does that mean Hashirama will also experience the death of the wooden sculpture? Why can you still smile so happily? Are you so happy to meet me?

Looking at Madara staring at the wood carving in a daze, Hashirama spoke awkwardly: Madara, next time we meet, can I ask you a favor?

Uchiha Madara came back to his senses, looked at Hashirama who had an awkward expression, and asked curiously: What's the matter?

Alas, Hashirama twisted his body in embarrassment, with a shy expression on his face, and said softly: I, it's about my brother. He is good at water escape, but the Senju are only good at earth escape ninjutsu, and there are not many water escape related ninjutsu. I want to ask you, is it possible... that...

Seeing Hashirama acting like a young wife, Uchiha Madara couldn't help but feel a chill. He tried hard to suppress the urge to turn his head away, and said through gritted teeth: Enough, Hashirama, what are you doing! Speak properly!

Hearing Madara's scolding, Hashirama reflexively touched the big bump on his head and spoke rapidly: My brother is too weak, I'm afraid he will die, and I want him to learn some water-style ninjutsu to save his life. There is no related ninjutsu in the clan, so I want Madara to find it in the Uchiha clan's territory. I can exchange with Madara!

Uchiha Madara's expression sank and he pursed his lips tightly. Hashirama spoke in a panic: Madara, don't get me wrong, I don't want to get Uchiha's ninjutsu for free, and I don't need the powerful ones. I'm just a little worried about my brother's safety. Just pretend I didn't mention it. I'm sorry for not considering Madara's feelings.

Seeing Hashirama's panicked apology, Uchiha Madara lowered his eyes and said lightly: Hashirama, I know you want to protect your brother, but I can't agree to you for the time being. The ninjutsu your brother learned from the Uchiha may hurt the Uchiha in the future.

Hashirama opened his mouth, wanting to say that his brother was a good person and had no ill will towards the Uchiha clan, but that was all after he formed an alliance with the Uchiha clan and built a village in his previous life. Before the village was built, many Uchiha clan members were killed by his brother, including Madara's most precious brother Izuna. And did Tobirama really have no ill will towards the Uchiha clan? Thinking of the future extermination of the Uchiha clan, Hashirama closed his mouth guiltily.

Seeing Hashirama's distraught look, Uchiha Madara felt a little reluctant and said calmly: However, I remember that our clan once collected a Mist Hiding Technique, which can use water vapor to block the vision. Although it is useless against eye-jutsu families like the Uchiha or Hyuga, it should be able to deal with other ninja clans. Even if I can't defeat the enemy, at least I can escape. I will find time to look for it.

Looking at Hashirama's eyes that lit up in an instant, Uchiha Madara's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and he said in a vicious voice: But it's not free, Hashirama, before we meet next time, you should think carefully about what you want to exchange with me!

After saying this, without waiting for Hashirama to reply, Uchiha Madara sped away, leaving Hashirama Senju standing there holding Madara's dirty clothes and grinning foolishly. As expected, Madara is a good man who values ​​friendship and loyalty.