Hashirama Reborn

shhhhhh!

A sound like a violent storm rang out. Uchiha Tajima wanted to rush over in panic, but was blocked by the yellow sand. He could only let out a hoarse roar through the cover of the yellow sand. He was not at all like the Uchiha clan leader who usually planned and strategized. Facing his dying son, as a father, he finally couldn't help but let out a cry of grief.

spot! ! !

A series of puffing sounds were heard, piercing the flesh. Uchiha Tajima used Fire Style to temporarily force back the yellow sand, and stared in the direction of his son with bloodshot eyes with his scarlet Sharingan. The next moment, he froze in place, and at the same time, another scream of fear rang in his ears.

Hashirama!!!

I saw yellow sand scattered all over the ground in front of me. Uchiha Madara was kneeling on one knee on the ground. The glaring blood was dripping from his hair, back, and arms to the ground. A large pool of blood had accumulated under his feet. The sound of blood piercing the flesh behind him was still continuing, but Uchiha Madara still did not feel any pain. He just looked at the blood on the ground blankly, raised his head to look at the empty front, and then looked blankly behind him for a long time.

I saw countless yellow sands like sharp blades, constantly piercing a thin body. Blood kept splashing out from the pierced body and fell on the face of Uchiha Madara who turned his head. One drop just splashed on his eyelashes, making him blink uncontrollably, and blood immediately slid down his cheek like a tear of blood.

A familiar figure was reflected in Uchiha Madara's dark pupils. The old-fashioned watermelon head and the old-fashioned khaki clothes had been stained red with blood. Although he cleverly crossed his hands to protect his head, his tattered body was covered with wounds. His thin body seemed to have endless blood. With each puncture, more blood was squeezed out from the wounds, dyeing the whole person into a bloody man. His body had long been shaky and he should have fallen down long ago, but he staggered to stand again, as if there was some reason that he had to persevere, supporting him to stand there again and again, unwilling to fall down.

The yellow sand dispersed, and Senju Hashirama shook twice and finally fell down. Uchiha Madara subconsciously caught the bloody body. The smell of blood in his face made him feel a little suffocated, and the sticky touch on his hands made his fingers spasm uncontrollably. Looking at the weak and gasping Hashirama, Uchiha Madara calmly raised his hand to wipe the blood splattered on the other's face, revealing a pale cheek, and murmured hollowly: Why, Hashirama.

Hashirama lay in Madara's dry and warm arms, feeling the severe pain coming from all parts of his body. He raised his head in a trance and looked at Madara's expressionless face. Suddenly he grinned, opened his mouth with difficulty, and coughed up a mouthful of blood foam. As his consciousness sank, the sound echoed intermittently in Uchiha Madara's ears.

I don’t know, my body just moved on its own.

Uchiha Madara's body stiffened. He looked at Hashirama in his arms, who had closed his eyes and collapsed in his arms. His mind suddenly went blank, as if the whole world had lost its color.

Without the chakra supply, the wooden man stopped moving and fell to the ground helplessly. Princess Haruyuki and the ninjas who were protected inside the wooden man fell out of the depression. Shukaku regained his freedom and laughed arrogantly. The surrounding yellow sand was ready to move and slowly surrounded the ninjas. Looking at the tragic scene before them, everyone couldn't help but scream in fear.

Brother, are you okay?!

Clan leader, Hashirama failed?!

retreat!

Uchiha Madara did not move. At this moment, the figures of Shukaku, his father, Izuna and others had gradually disappeared. Only the dying face of Hashirama was clearly reflected in Uchiha Madara's eyes. His brain seemed to be hit by a huge force. All his thoughts became confused. Various pictures flashed by, and finally only Hashirama's voice remained in the depths of his mind, "I don't know, my body just moved on its own."

Ah, ah, ah, Uchiha Madara covered his head tightly, wanting to wail, wanting to scream, but his hoarse throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only make meaningless sounds.

Ignoring the stinging pain in his brain, Uchiha Madara hugged Hashirama's unconscious body tightly, as if he wanted to embed him into his own body, feeling Hashirama's cold and sticky body temperature. It was not until this moment that he seemed to confirm something. It turned out that everything happening before his eyes was not an illusion, but reality.

But he couldn't accept this reality!

He could not accept Hashirama's death, and he could not accept that Hashirama's death was due to his own weakness. This cruel reality made him feel miserable and filled his heart with endless pain and despair.

However, in the endless pain and despair, Uchiha Madara felt unprecedented loneliness and helplessness. He seemed to be in a dark world, surrounded by endless nothingness and emptiness, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

In this extreme pain, Uchiha Madara's Sharingan appeared uncontrollably, and the two magatama began to spin wildly. As strong emotions poured into his brain, the two magatama quickly turned into three magatama, and the three separated magatama continued to spin rapidly, and finally they were miraculously connected together, forming three blade-like shapes. As the shapes changed, a powerful force emerged from his eyes. He understood that this was the Mangekyō Sharingan, the power bestowed upon him by pain, and also the power condensed from his longing for Hashirama and his despair of losing him. He would use this power to avenge Hashirama!

His hateful eyes were fixed on the tailed beasts in the distance. The strong murderous intent made the chakra in Uchiha Madara's body surge out. Shukaku paused in his arrogant laughter, and he looked carefully, confirming that the human who posed a threat to him had fallen to the ground dying, and the remaining ants were not to be feared at all. Thinking of this, Shukaku looked at the human who was staring at him with hateful eyes, and laughed cruelly.

Haha, are you sad? That guy is a very strong human, but now he is dying to save you. You two are good friends, right? But don't worry, you will see him soon.

As Shukaku's arrogant words fell, the yellow sand on the ground surged violently, trapping everyone in place. The yellow sand, which had condensed a large amount of chakra, was as sharp as a knife and aimed at everyone present again. Ignoring the struggle of the ants, Shukaku looked cruelly at the human who was still looking at him with hatred. Thinking of the other party's attempt to control his behavior, he couldn't help but grinned in a good mood and sneered sharply: It's a pity that there is no idiot to save you this time!