I am Uchiha Madara

♂nbsp; Most of the Earth Kingdom is covered by desolate rock walls. After crossing the rugged national boundary, the horizon suddenly becomes much emptier.Compared to the undulating mountains of the Land of Fire, the dense forests of the Land of Thunder, or the numerous swamps of the Land of Water, the difficulty of concealment on the terrain of the Land of Earth is second only to the land of wind where the sky is full of yellow sand.

Since most of the rocks exist along the national border, transportation within and outside the country is inconvenient.It took seven days to get here. As an outsider, Hashirama received the most attention second only to those in Konoha Village, not to mention that this outsider was very good-looking.

Smiling and thanking an old man for the water in the Land of Clear Water, which is also very precious, Hashirama began to ask the locals about the location of nearby hotels.He was not far from the mission location and he needed to take a short rest.

"It's a shame you asked me about the hotel. Others may not know what this is," the old man said. "There are very few people here. What's the use of a hotel? Just find someone to take you in for the night. Let me think about it." , who else has a vacant room?”

"I won't trouble everyone," Hashirama said.

"Ahem, can you please look at how welcoming they are?"

He glanced around and looked around curiously, making Hashirama twitch his lips.

Without the stimulation of crazy money-making behavior like the Uchiha in the original world, the Senju family's industry development in this world is limited. It is said that most of them are only in the Kingdom of Wind and the Kingdom of Fire. At least he has not encountered them along the way.

He somewhat understood the reason why Madara, as a ninja, was committed to spreading his industry across the continent. With Madara's harsh living standards, he was absolutely unwilling to stay in a similar backward place for even more than necessary.The food should be the best, the clothes should be the best, the supplies should be the best, the housing should be the best, and no fingers should be touched.In short, Uchiha Madara will never wrong himself in the slightest.

So I can only wrong him Senju Hashirama.

He sighed silently, wondering if Madara had emptied the Uchiha family's treasury here. Thinking of this, his mind was distorted again. Madara, wearing a loose yukata with long hair loose, leaned against the door and waved to himself and said, "Go early and come back early." The scene that comes to mind is really like a wife bidding farewell to her husband who is traveling far away. What am I thinking?

The old man was talking. When he saw the young man's wandering thoughts, he immediately clenched his fists and coughed twice.

Hashirama came to his senses and smiled apologetically.

"Young man, what are you thinking about? Your face is red. You should listen carefully to what the old man says. As the saying goes, you will suffer the consequences if you don't listen to the old man's words. Let me tell you." This old man seemed to like to catch the young men and lecture them.Hashirama was forced to listen to his chatter for a quarter of an hour and couldn't help but interrupt him, "Where is the place to stay?"

"Oh, I'll take you there. By the way, where are you coming from?" The old man led the way slowly, leaning on a cane.

"Nation of Fire, Konoha."

"Where is Konoha?" People around him also pricked up their ears.

"A ninja village."

There was a moment of dead silence all around.

"Ninja Village, you, you, you are a ninja." The old man was shaking like chaff, and the crutch he was holding fell off.

The innocent curiosity turned into fear and hatred at this moment.

Hashirama's heart sank slightly, but he still maintained goodwill towards the villagers here. He bent down to pick up the crutches and gave them to the old man.

"Thank you for letting me know."

After saying that, he turned and left.It seems that tonight I can only use Bingliangwan and Mudun to solve the problem.

He knew that not every village was like Konoha.This is something he has always wanted to change, so he will not worry about the facts. Facts are meant to be changed.So he longed for changes in Konoha, just like Muyun City in another world.He even decided to return to the original world and imitate the first generation here.

But outside of Konoha, the situation still hasn't changed much.Konoha's will and remaining shadow can only cover that area of ​​Konoha, and this is still the case in the world.

The first generation here may have worked hard, but there is ultimately a gap between imagination and practice.After the completion of Konoha, the pattern has been determined. Preserving this achievement is still in jeopardy. If you think about other things, you have more than enough energy but not enough energy.

Is this what he wants?

No, not enough.Only Konoha is not enough

"Rock rain is coming, rock rain is coming, hurry up and hide in the house." Not only did someone shout, but the crowd on the road became panicked. No matter how ninjas were, they all hurriedly got into their houses and closed the door tightly.After a while, a low buzz came from the western sky, and gray-yellow sand and gravel swept in.

Rocks hit the ground and the surface of the house. The villagers were terrified when they heard the sound of hitting harder than usual.

"Ah, where is Erlang? My Erlang, ah, Erlang is still outside. Who can help him?" The door of a house suddenly opened, and large pieces of sand rolled in, and then someone closed it from the inside.The man's suppressed sad voice came out faintly: "Don't be stupid, Haruna Dairozaburo, watch your mother carefully, I will go find her."

Bang, bang, bang.The rhythmic knocking on the door was still clear amidst the sound of sand and gravel hitting the house.The family inside the house was stunned.

"Who"

"Dad, it's me" was a clear child's voice outside the door.

"Erlang is Erlang," the woman cried with joy, "Hurry up and open the door, husband."

The man opened the door and was greeted by his son's childish smiling face, without a single scratch on his body.The one holding his son was the ninja just now.The child got into the man's arms: "This uncle sent me back. This uncle is so awesome."

The man said quietly: "Thank you very much."

Hashirama smiled gently: "This is what I should do."

The woman rushed over to hug her son and kissed her again and again in excitement. Then she stood up and said to Hashirama: "Thank you, thank you. If you don't mind, please stay at our house tonight."

"So, it is best to choose the scenery in the Kingdom of Earth in late summer and early autumn. At that time, it is not as deserted as winter, nor as hot as midsummer. Wait until the evening, when the sun has just set halfway, the warm golden red will shine The bright half of the rock wall has bright light and shadow. The endless earth-yellow road and abrupt rocks are all immersed in this light. The brilliant and slightly sad color gives people an indescribable shock. Moreover, at this time, the rock rain There are few outbreaks, and we ordinary people can be safer.”

Madara crossed his fingers and gently supported his chin, smiling as he listened to her. "Miss Hayakawa is really well-informed. Listening to Miss Hayakawa's story, I feel that the whole world is much more beautiful."

The other party's handsome face and pleasant voice made the girl lower her head unconsciously, her neat bangs hanging down to block the shyness in her eyes, "No way, Madara-sama is a ninja, he must have traveled to more places."

"I have indeed been to many places, but because I go with a purpose every time, I rarely notice these beautiful scenery like Miss Hayakawa. Now think about it, I don’t know how many beautiful scenery I have missed. If it was Miss Hayakawa who saw these beautiful scenery , I will definitely be able to bring more paintings to everyone." Madara sighed, with a little regret on his face, "I think it is precisely because Miss Hayakawa truly loves this world that she can discover the beauty that others cannot. , paint these paintings full of hope.”

"Madara-sama, you are too flattering." The girl blushed slightly, "I have only been painting for less than two years, and I am still far behind my grandfather."

"You are saying that Mr. Hayakawa Masato's painting of mountains and rivers reflecting the sun is beautiful, and it is rare and majestic compared to other paintings." Madara admired.Japanese-style paintings are more simple and elegant than powerful. It is rare to find a masterpiece that combines elegance and grandeur. It seems that Hayakawa Masato is a talent hidden among the people. He has the ability to learn painting and his family background. I don’t know where he came from. Descendants of the fallen nobles.

"Yes, grandpa is most satisfied with that painting. Unfortunately, it has been sold." The girl said sadly.Not long after she and her grandfather settled here, their life was in embarrassment.Konoha was also just built, and the people who settled here didn't have much money left to buy paintings. The only person who wanted to buy a painting took a fancy to that one, and had no choice but to sell it. "Grandpa talked about it for a long time afterwards."

People who make a living by selling paintings know that the works they put their heart and soul into are just wall decorations that can be replaced at any time in the eyes of those who buy paintings.It's okay if the other party knows how to draw, but it will definitely be a waste if he doesn't.

Madara shook the teacup lightly and said with a smile, "I bought it."

"Ah, that's great," the girl said in surprise, "Madara-sama will definitely treat it well."

"That's natural. I have always admired Mr. Hayakawa Masato's artistic conception, but it's a pity that I have never been able to meet him."

The girl puffed up her cheeks: "Grandpa is like that. He is always running around. Once, he was almost called by the Konoha Defense Department to investigate. I went to the Kingdom of Water to collect news a few days ago. I won't be back until the end of the month. I will notify Madara then. Sir, are you okay?"

"Really." Madara's joy immediately overflowed when he heard this, "Thank you so much, Ms. Hayakawa. By the way, I heard you say that, before you settled in Konoha, were you and Mr. Hayakawa Masato wandering around?"

"Ah, that's right. Grandpa makes money by painting while taking my brother and me everywhere."

"You must have been to many countries."

"Yes, in addition to the five major countries, I have also been to the Country of Fields, the Country of Bears, the Country of Grass, and the Country of Taki. These are the records of passing there." Rei Hayakawa stood up and lifted the dust covers on a row of paintings. The colors are eye-catching.The snowy scenery of the Land of Snow at dusk, the rugged rocky mountains of the Land of Earth at sunset, the sparse forests of the Land of Grass in the summer afternoon, and the jumping streams of the Land of Taki in early spring. In addition to landscape paintings, there are also paintings of some towns and cities.Madara recognized one of the pictures at a glance as Izumo City in the Kingdom of Thunder. Of course, it was not as prosperous as the original world.

"The brushwork is vigorous, and even the soft water is full of vitality. It is indeed Mr. Hayakawa's style." His eyes slowly passed over each painting, and Madara commented one by one, silently analyzing the dates and places recorded under each painting. , and at the same time, he used the girl's words without leaving any trace.

A painter who has been wandering around various countries for many years, can enter and exit noble mansions, and go to rural markets at the bottom, knows more things than the Konoha Intelligence Department.On the other hand, most of the paintings sold here are mainly landscapes, with very few characters. Spot smiled meaningfully: Is this an attempt to hide something?

"Sister, I'm hungry"

Madara looked around and saw a child of about five years old holding the door half open. He looked slightly like an Uchiha, but his black pupils only looked at him with caution.

The girl was startled and subconsciously looked out the window, "It's already noon. I'm sorry, Madara-sama, for wasting your time."

"It doesn't matter. Ms. Hayakawa's brother is very cute. No one can bear to let such a cute brother starve." Madara smiled back at the kid.The kid shrank slightly and stared back unwilling to be outdone.

The girl patted her cheek and said, "When grandpa is away, I am the only one taking care of him, Kazuya. Wait inside, I will be right back."

"His name is Kazuya"

"Yes, Kazuya Saai."

Madara showed some surprise at the right time: "Why is Saai not Hayakawa?"

The girl's face darkened slightly, "This child was picked up by my grandfather. The world was so chaotic in the past few years."

"Sorry, I mentioned sad things. Since Ms. Hayakawa is still busy, I won't bother you anymore."

After walking out of the Hayakawa family's painting shop, the midday sun was so bright that it was dazzling. Madara looked back at the signboard, confused.

Hayakawa Sai

Comparing the information from another world, he smiled silently.

There are always unexpected rewards when you go out for a walk, right?