I am Uchiha Madara

♂nbsp; No agreement, no testimony, just a word.The truth and candor in it give this commitment unparalleled weight.The two of them understood that this moment was when trust truly began.

Holding each other's extended hand, Hashirama and Madara looked at each other and smiled.

There was a sudden exclamation from the side, accompanied by the child's happy cry: "Hurry up and watch the fireworks!"

The crowd became commotion and rushed towards the place where the fireworks were set off.Hashirama and Madara looked sideways at the southern sky at the same time. A red firework bloomed in the dark blue night sky. After a moment of brilliance, the gray smoke curled away.People waited with bated breath, and after a while, three or four clusters of vermilion fuses rushed into the night sky as expected, overlapping with the blooming effect and shocking brilliance.The crowd burst into cheers.

Hashirama looked at Madara: "Do you want to go together?"

Madara shook his head: "I'm not interested in these fireworks."

Thinking of the various extremely exquisite fireworks in the Muyun City Fireworks Banquet, Hashirama had to admit that Madara had the capital to say this.Unlike civilians who have survived troubled times, it is strange that people like Madara who live at the top of the pyramid have not seen anything new and unique and are as excited as others to run over to see it.

Looking around, there were not as many people in the shops as before, and Madara said with satisfaction: "It's finally a little cleaner. It's a rare trip. Let's try Konoha's specialties."

Hashirama explained: "Konoha was just established not long ago. The so-called characteristics of Konoha are some folk things from various countries, such as takoyaki, goldfish fishing, puppet shows, etc. You should be familiar with it."

"Yeah, but I haven't tried it yet." After receiving Hashirama's surprised look, Madara coughed lightly and turned his head away, "The head of the family also needs to maintain his image."

Hashirama was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."

Then a strange scene appeared in front of a stall somewhere on the street: two top ninjas squatted down and rolled up their sleeves to fish for goldfish.

The owner of the store had a sarcastic look on his face, "I'm sorry, Ninja-sama, our place is not suitable for you." What kind of physical fitness do ninjas have? They also have chakra. A single ninja can bankrupt a small store like this. This kind of store does not accept ninjas. It has become the default rule.

Madara asked knowingly and joked with a smile: "Is rejecting ninjas a different kind of discrimination?"

Seeing that the boss looked a little uneasy for a moment, Hashirama pulled his sleeve helplessly, then smiled at the shop owner and said: "The goldfish we caught will be returned to your shop. This is the money to compensate for the damage to the paper net." After that, Hand over a wad of money.

The other party breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully offered a pile of paper nets.

Madara picked one up and tried it, then he picked up a few goldfish and put them into the net. The paper net was not damaged at all.The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he turned to Hashirama and said: "The difficulty is too low, why not try another way of playing."

Hashirama said: "You say."

Madara pierced all the paper nets and raised the remaining empty ring, "Use chakra to build a net and catch the goldfish. The time limit is ten seconds."

Hashirama looked back, also raised the empty ring and smiled: "Ah, accept the challenge."

The two people here were having a great time, not to mention that the Senju and Uchiha tribesmen who occasionally passed by were driven crazy, petrified, and couldn't believe it.On the other side, Shodai took Fujino and Tobirama through various streets half having fun and half inspecting.After the fireworks started, Tobirama liked the excitement and went with the crowd.The first generation asked his younger brother to take a look at the place to see if there was any accident. After all, most people were gathered there at this time. He said goodbye to him temporarily and walked against the crowd towards the dimly lit place.

Unexpectedly, he turned around, lowered his head, and met a pair of bright black eyes.

The first generation was surprised and said: "Fujiyuki" didn't this kid follow Tobirama?

"You have to go find him again." The young man said firmly, looking straight at him with eyes similar to those of the first generation god.

This first-generation brat was at a loss for his elusive, frank, and sinister son, so he leaned over and pinched his cheek, "You can come too."

Senju Fujiyuki raised his head and blinked, enjoying his father's rare warmth: "Isn't it that he doesn't want to see me?"

The first generation said with a smile: "As an excellent ninja, you must learn to identify the authenticity of information."

Senju Tengzhi suddenly hit his palm and nodded: "I understand, this is a matter of attributes, right?"

First Generation:""

Uchiha Madara sat alone on the height of Hokage Rock, overlooking the lively village below.The bright moon tonight is as round as a silver plate, and its light is bright and clear, making the rock walls even more rugged.He was sitting in the recess of the rock wall, his long hair blocking the only glimmer of moonlight, and his entire being was submerged in shadow.Darkness and light separated him from the village into two worlds.

"spot."

You know who it is without even looking back, "You can find it here, does it have the nose of a canine creature?"

The first generation smiled, said nothing, and threw a bottle of wine in his hand to him.Uchiha Madara opened the seal, and the strong aroma of wine hit his nostrils.He took a sip from the wine bottle, and the pungent taste hit his forehead. He couldn't help but cough, and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth.

The first generation found a seat next to him and sat on the floor, looking at the brightly lit place in the distance, his low murmurs scattered in the evening breeze. "How could I not know where you are?"

Uchiha Madara tightened his fingers on the wine bottle, turned his head slightly to avoid his probing peripheral vision, and changed the subject nonchalantly: "The wine is so strong, I won't do anything serious tomorrow."

The first generation lowered his eyes and followed his words and replied: "Don't worry, you can just drink. I will give you a day off tomorrow. I have a special constitution and alcohol has no effect on me."

Uchiha Madara sneered: "Senju's physique is very good, but that's the only thing he's not good about."

"Yes, the spicy taste makes you sober the more you drink it." The first generation said mockingly to himself. "The ever-awake Senju Hashirama."

"Isn't this your choice? For Konoha." Uchiha Madara turned his head and turned his gaze, raising the wine bottle towards him, "Forget it, why are you talking about this on the night of the summer festival? I'm drunk first."

The first generation also raised the wine bottle and said, "I'll accompany you."

Wine actually doesn’t taste good, at least for the first generation.Under normal circumstances, he does not drink, and even at banquets he will decline the hospitality of others.Only when he was facing Uchiha Madara, he willingly accompanied him to drink pot after pot.He could clearly feel the strong liquor burning from his mouth to his stomach like a ray of fire. A different kind of pain was tumbling in his heart, creating an indescribable taste.It seems that this is the only way to share the pain of being alone with this person.

Uchiha Madara also doesn't like drinking. Alcohol paralyzes the ninja's nerves and affects his flexibility in action.But occasionally he needs to blur his mind and release the stagnation in his heart.Apart from killing, the only thing that can help him is wine.

As he drank, the bottle of wine quickly became empty.Uchiha Madara turned to the first generation and threw the empty wine bottle over, "Are there any more?"

The first generation pulled a pot from behind and threw it back.

Uchiha Madara caught it accurately, looked at the full wine bottle, and then at the other party. "How did you bring so much?"

The first generation just smiled and opened the seal himself. "By the way, Fujizuki wants to see you."

Madara's face immediately became unnatural, but luckily he couldn't see his face clearly as he was sitting in the shadow.He took a sip of wine and controlled his voice to be as normal as possible, "Oh, isn't that kid very moisturized outside?"

"It has always been you who rejected him." Chudai stared at someone in the shadows, "otherwise he would not have left the village, in order to try not to appear in front of you."

"Are you blaming me?" His face sank into darkness, and there was no emotion or anger in Uchiha Madara's tone. "He has already got so much, what else does he want, what he should have and what he shouldn't have?"

"It was my insistence at the beginning and it had nothing to do with him." Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, Chudai still looked at him and whispered, "He is innocent."

Forced to turn his head sideways by his gaze, Uchiha Madara closed his eyes, "Then, whatever attitude I have towards him is my insistence and has nothing to do with you."

When the young man behind the rock heard Uchiha Madara's answer, his nervously clenched hands slumped away, and his eyes, which were always calm, became a little hot.He hesitated for a while, as if he wanted to walk over, but finally stopped, turned around and left silently.

The scene fell silent.

After a long while, the first generation whispered: "You know he is there."

Only a cold snort from Madara came from the shadows.

Shodai sighed, "I know he's coming back, so I'm actually looking forward to it. Madara obviously cares about him, so why does he always put on such a posture?"

"Senju Hashirama" Uchiha Madara finally turned his head and looked directly into his eyes, his black pupils facing the moonlight reflected a sharp cold light, "Stop making self-righteous conjectures and let me tell you for the last time, I don't want to have anything to do with that brat. "Sneered, "If he still wants to hang around in this world, remember not to provoke me."

Senju Hashirama looked at him silently.

The surroundings were finally completely quiet.

The noise in the village reached the high Hokage Rock, leaving only weak and indistinct noises that seemed to be dissipating.Fireworks continued to bloom in the night sky opposite.And all that excitement has nothing to do with the two people here.

There was relative silence, except for the clearly audible breathing of the two of them.Drinking one drink after another, after a while, the wine bottle was completely empty.Empty wine bottles were scattered everywhere, and bones rolled around. One of them rolled down the side of the rock and broke into pieces with a snap.

Uchiha Madara, whose limbs were weak and his mind was in confusion, finally fell out of the shadows, his face covered with bright moonlight blushing.Chudai quickly helped him up.

He reflexively blocked the outstretched hand, but relaxed his guard the moment he touched it.Uchiha Madara tugged on the other person's sleeves and squinted his eyes to carefully examine the face of the person in front of him.

"Thousands of Hands"

"Well, I'm here."

"Among the Thousands of Hands."

"Ah."

"Thousands of Hands"

The man finally fell into his arms.Shodai half-hugged him, gently caressed his red face with his fingers, and sat quietly blowing the evening breeze.

Uchiha Madara's slightly frowned eyebrows gradually smoothed out, and he blurt out a name in his sleep: "Izuna"

The author has something to say:

Thank you for listening. Loneliness is singing and I threw a thunder~

Today I got together with my old classmates and found out that all my former friends have become beautiful women, and I suddenly felt proud.

The quality of the girls in our class back then was really high~~ Dese

What do you mean by saying that I’m okay and looking around at me, I’m “beautiful on the inside”?

Audience: The black line is actually not visible at all from the outside.