Start with the Mangekyō and leave Konoha with Madara.

Shen Yu stood quietly in the bushes. A little further away, the previously unrivaled Nine-Tailed Fox was now being held in the palm of the wooden Buddha giant like a kitten.

Its eyes were closed, and it looked quiet and well-behaved, as if it was asleep.

A breeze blew by, and the orange hair rippled like waves.

"From this angle, the Nine-Tailed Fox is quite well behaved..." Shen Yu had some weird thoughts in his mind.

Although the target was right in front of him, he still did not dare to act rashly.

It’s not that he is afraid of the Konoha ninja lurking behind him, but... the battle between Madara and Hashirama has not yet been decided.

The battle has lasted for three days and three nights.

Shen Yu wrinkled his nose. He didn't know when the fresh scent of earth began to fill the forest, and the air became more and more humid.

He gently stretched out his palm, and a drop of rain fell into his palm, breaking into cool and crystal clear water droplets.

It's raining.

"This time, it's your turn to throw it."

Under the empty waterfall, Madara was breathing heavily, holding a round fan and a sickle in both hands, looking at the equally exhausted figure opposite him, revealing a smile of victory.

The chakra of the two men was almost exhausted, their faces were full of vicissitudes and fatigue, and even their armor had been shattered beyond recognition, making them look extremely miserable.

Hashirama raised his head slightly and stared at his former "best friend". Perhaps it was because of excessive exhaustion or serious injuries, but his eyes were a little dazed.

Suddenly, the water waves under his feet suddenly spread out, it was the spots that moved!

Hashirama belatedly realized what was happening and raised his long sword, rushing towards the opponent at the same speed. With a flash of the blade, the two figures crossed and separated!

With a "splash", Hashirama dived into the water, splashing water everywhere, and he was hit in the lower abdomen.

Madara still stood upright, turned his head and saw Hashirama's eyes full of unwillingness and complexity, the smile on his face became more and more obvious.

"This time it's me who's standing, as opposed to that time."

Lightning shot directly into the center of the sky and countless raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the two people's faces with a "tick-tick-tick" sound. The air was filled with mist and their faces became blurred.

Hashirama forced himself to stand up, his eyes dropped to the water, staring at his own face expressionlessly, his mouth opening and closing:

"My dream has just come true. I want to protect it well and I can't let you..."

Madara chuckled, "You look quite depressed, Hashirama. Are you not going to give up on yourself this time?"

"Pfft!"

A knife broke out of the chest and pierced through the heart from the back. Blood flowed down along with the rain, quickly dyeing the water surface red.

Madara was shocked and stared blankly at the knife that pierced him, his vision gradually blurring.

He turned his eyes in disbelief, glanced at Hashirama behind him, then looked at the Wood Release clone in front of him, his pupils shrank slightly.

"I was actually...stabbed in the back..."

The low and tired voice of Hashirama floated from behind:

"I want to protect our... no, I want to protect my village. No matter what happens, I still firmly believe that protecting the village means protecting people, ninjas, and children. No matter if they are my friends, brothers, or even my children! As long as they dare to be the enemy of the village, I will never let them go!"

"You've changed...Hashirama." Madara's pupils trembled and he knelt down weakly.

Hashirama looked down at him indifferently, and in his calm eyes, something called "friendship" was gradually disappearing.

"You are putting the cart before the horse. One day, this will become the village's...darkness."

Madara fell to the ground with a thump, just like Hashirama just now. He closed his eyes and his breath stopped.

Uchiha Madara, fallen!

Hashirama looked up at the sky; the entire night sky was reflected in his pupils. With the thin moonlight, it seemed as if all the raindrops were falling from a single point in the sky and would fall into his eyes.

"You can use Wood Release, so let's call the village Konoha..."

"You can use fire escape technique, so the leader should be named Hokage..."

He felt inexplicably cold, his vision suddenly blurred, and endless fatigue seemed to flood his body. He could no longer bear it and let the tiredness swallow him up, falling beside Madara's body.

……

Half a minute later, a young man appeared silently on the other side of the waterfall.

He has delicate eyebrows and eyes like black jade, and it is Shenyu.

He walked towards the two of them step by step, looking deeply at Uchiha Madara's body. The rain was heavy like a curtain, and there was no joy or sadness on his face.

After an unknown amount of time, his gaze fell on Hashirama. He stretched out his foot to hook the sickle, aimed it at Hashirama's head, and raised the sickle high.

Under the cold moonlight, the blade shone with a dazzling cold light.

"Farewell... to the God of Ninja!"

The judgment was about to fall, when suddenly a roar of incomparable fury came from the forest:

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

The wind sounded sharp, and a wind demon shuriken broke through the air. With a "ding" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and Shenyu's sickle was shaken aside.

Immediately afterwards, a man rushed to Shen Yu at lightning speed, and his kunai drew a cold arc of light.

"you are?"

Shen Yu saw the appearance of the person coming, leaned back slightly, and easily avoided the attack, but was also forced back by the person.

"My name is Sarutobi Sasuke!" the man shouted in a deep voice and gave his name.

Shen Yu nodded slightly, "Heh, the current head of the Sarutobi clan, right?"

"I know you too!" The man tore off the scroll behind him with a cold look.

"Uchiha Kamiya, you are a traitor who followed Uchiha Madara out of Konoha five years ago. You are responsible for 5 lives, including 22 jonin, 16 special jonin, and 2 chunin! The Senju, Sarutobi, Shimura, and even your Uchiha clan have all suffered casualties. On the night of your defection, you stole the forbidden scroll and destroyed countless properties in the village... Your evil deeds are simply too numerous to list!"

As he was speaking, more than a dozen Konoha ninjas rushed out from the forest one after another and surrounded Shenyu. They had a calm aura and their level was all at the Jonin level!

Shen Yu looked around calmly, picked his ears, and said frivolously: "If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have known how powerful I was back then."

"How arrogant! As long as I am here today, you can't hurt the village again!" Sarutobi Sasuke shouted angrily.

On that night, he was not in the village because of a mission. As one of the founders of Konoha, he was entrusted with an important task by Lord Hashirama, but such a thing happened. He always felt it was a shame.

The young man in front of him became a thorn in his heart.

No matter what, today, we have to end it here!

Just as he was thinking about it, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Relying on years of combat experience and his instinctive sense of danger, he immediately lowered his head.

"brush!"

The knife flashed across the sky, and a tuft of hair fell in the wind and rain.

"You!" He was a little surprised that the person who attacked him was actually his companion.

However, this companion's eyes were dazed and his expression was dull, like a puppet being controlled at will. Sarutobi Sasuke immediately understood that he was under an illusion!

"Damn it!" he warned loudly, "Don't look into his eyes!"

Years of combat experience had conditioned him to fight without looking into the enemy's eyes. Because of this, he did not notice that Shen Yu's eyes had quietly turned blood red.

However, his reminder was too late. He heard a series of muffled groans and the "swish" sound of a knife entering flesh. He had just subdued his companion when there were already dead and wounded everywhere around him.

This group of ninjas were actually of extremely high quality, and some of them had fought against the Uchiha clan before. They knew they couldn't look directly into their Sharingan, but they were unable to avoid their companions' blades.

All in all, there were only four ninjas left who could avoid illusions and attacks like Sarutobi Sasuke.

"Not good!" Sarutobi Sasuke suddenly realized something, his face suddenly twisted, he stretched out his hand towards Shen Yu, his eyes were bloodshot: "Stop!!"

Seeing that they could not succeed, the group of ninjas who were controlled by the illusion drew their swords and committed suicide without any hesitation!

In an instant, the situation reversed and blood flowed everywhere!

The few people who managed to survive immediately leaned towards Sarutobi Sasuke, facing the young man who they could not even look at, as if they were facing a formidable enemy!

"I'm sorry, I'm not in a good mood today. I'm not like this usually."

Shen Yu still stood there calmly, a dark and cold air slowly flowed, and everyone couldn't help but shiver, feeling inexplicably that this rainy night was particularly desolate and cold.