I am Uchiha Madara

♂nbsp; People grow up through setbacks.This is true for Uchiha Madara, and the same is true for Senju Hashirama.

In that dangerous and chaotic era, every emotion a ninja gave was extremely cautious and precious.The beauty in memory is like a bright color in a dark background. Those family ties, friendships or specious ambiguities. What persists is the light in life. Losing it easily becomes a white blade piercing the chest.

Gains and losses, trust and betrayal, all depend on one thought.

After this incident, both of them grew up.

Hashirama returned home depressed and investigated the whole story of the Uchiha attack. After learning about it, he didn't say anything and locked himself in the house for a whole day.From then on, the whole person became much quieter and more stable, and began to proactively engage in various family affairs.

Tobirama was surprised to find that his cheerful but somewhat unconventional brother had become very heir-like. Although he was a little silent, he exuded a different aura than before.

Madara looked at his father holding his mother's body. The man didn't shed any tears, but he had aged a lot overnight.

The blood stains on Miko's elegant kimono looked like scattered bloody cherry blossoms. She held the long knife tightly in her hand. The blood in her palm dyed the handle of the knife red, slid down along the blade, and solidified.Even though she was dead, her expression was still as peaceful as sleeping.

Izuna stood aside with tears in her eyes, Madara looked at the man coldly, without any ripples in his eyes.

"You're late, Father."

The man gently wiped the blood from his wife's face without saying a word.

"Is it worth it?" If he hadn't reintegrated the Uchiha, he wouldn't have aroused the fear of other forces and caused such consequences.Is it worth losing your favorite wife for a family that is falling apart?

"Madara." He finally raised his head and looked at his son who hid the resentment in his eyes well, "She is too, for you."

Quan Nai looked at her brother and father who were facing each other, suppressing her sobs and blinking her big tearful eyes.He was keenly aware of his brother's murderous intent towards his father.

"Stop quibbling, father." Madara's pupils shrank and he regained his composure.The clenched hands revealed the inner turmoil, "I won't believe you." If it weren't for your ambition, how could your mother?

The man turned back and looked at his wife again, "The Uchiha have been married within the clan for generations. In their eyes, your mother is just a weak ordinary person without chakra. I insisted on marrying her back then, which angered the elders of the clan. After your brothers were born, your bloodline was embarrassing. , has never been recognized by the majority of the people in the clan.”

"How can my mother's bloodline be inferior to that of a ninja?" Madara said angrily, "She is..."

"Almost no one knows that surname." The man shook his head and didn't want to say more, "After this incident, the tribe will no longer have any doubts about your bloodline and strength." Because the late wife of Yumei Masami Nishiko only had With his sword skills, he stopped a large number of Jonin and four pseudo-level experts.She is no longer a down-and-out aristocratic lady who rose to power through beauty in the eyes of the Uchiha tribe.Being able to defeat so many ninjas without chakra is almost impossible in ninja common sense.Her strength, which is almost comparable to that of a Kage-level ninja, has finally been recognized by everyone.

"I don't need their approval"

"You will need it, my son." The man gently picked her up and turned to his wife's old ministers: "I leave my wife's funeral arrangements to you." As a member of the royal family, Mei Xizi entered the imperial mausoleum according to the etiquette. She has parents whom she misses deeply.

Wu Yuanbuxing bowed and said: "Her Royal Highness the Princess had a message before her death: I wish to live in the same quilt as you, die in the same cave, and be buried in the Uchiha ancestral grave."

Bloody tears oozed from his eyes, and the man slowly closed his eyes, "I know."

The reshuffle of forces brought about another round of bloodshed, and the war became more intense.Madara didn't want to stay in a home without his mother at all, so he went to the front line without even saying hello.The man didn't say anything when he found out. He stopped his younger son who was also eager to try, and helped Madara arrange for an experienced ninja to follow him from a distance.

War continued for four years in various places. Madara lingered on the battlefield and returned home only a handful of times during this period.He grew from a child less than ten years old to a tall and handsome boy. He used the Mangekyō Sharingan opened by his mother's death with pure passion, and his reputation resounded throughout the battlefield.On the other side, the integration process of the Uchiha family is getting closer and closer to a critical period, but the man's body is getting worse day by day due to the torment of grief and old wounds, so Izuna, who was supposed to go to the battlefield, had to postpone his trip. Help him with some simple family matters.

Occasionally encounter Senju Hashirama on the battlefield. The young man is wearing a black turtleneck ninja uniform and looks much calmer.Probably because of the complexity of the situation, he frowned slightly, quickly assessing the battlefield situation while arranging tasks in an orderly manner, which was very different from the memory of him who was out of touch and loved to cause trouble.

No, it should be said that everyone is different

Madara glanced at him from a distance and left before he turned his head here.Senju Hashirama looked at his back as if he wanted to rush forward and say something, but in the end he stopped in silence.

The back figure not far away gradually faded away, and the flamboyant long hair was affected by the biting north wind and finally disappeared among the dense forests.Senju Hashirama clenched his fists, suppressing the desire that almost burst out. He kept telling himself in his heart: It's not yet, the time has not yet come.

"Brother" Tobirama also looked in that direction and asked doubtfully, "What are you looking at?"

Uchiha Bambi was a step ahead of Senju Tobirama, and no one noticed his presence except Hashirama.

"It's nothing." Hashirama lowered his head and took a deep breath, regaining his composure. "Tobirama, I'll leave the mission to the east to you."

"no problem"

"Also, if you encounter the Uchiha clan, try not to have a conflict if the other party doesn't make the first move."

Tobirama frowned, "They hum, I can't guarantee it. And brother, it's not like you don't know Uchiha."

"Tobirama's latest chapter" Hashirama drank, "Do as I say"

Being restrained by the serious look on his eldest brother's face, Tobirama choked for a while, and finally turned around and said: "Okay, okay, I'll try my best."

"The meaning of war is never to eliminate the opponent. Meaningless conflicts will only increase casualties." Hashirama shook his head, "Tobirama, you are not a child anymore."

Tobirama nodded dully.

Looking at his reluctant brother and the confused clan members, Hashirama sighed silently, and at the same time, the thoughts in his heart became more determined.

Although the road is still long, but

If the relationship between worldly enemies can only make us stand on opposite sides, then I will change it with my own hands

Do not follow past history and do not inherit so-called hatred.The future will be created by us

Looking at the direction where the man left just now, Hashirama asked silently in his heart: I have taken the first step, and I will continue to take this step in the future.Madara, what about you?

"I" Madara looked at the half-kneeling clansman coldly, "What does he want from me?"

Because he had killed too many people, his whole body was filled with almost tangible violence and blood, as if he had just stepped out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.In fact, this is true, but the 14-year-old Uchiha Madara has already gained a reputation for being vicious, and countless ninjas have died at his hands.

The kneeling Uchiha resisted the urge to tremble and lowered his head, not daring to look into those bright red eyes: "My master is dying, and I want to see you one last time."

Madara's hand holding the shuriken tightened, but the next moment he wiped the blood off the tip of the sword as if nothing had happened, "Go back to your life."

"Blade Master"

Madara turned and left without saying a word.

The man lying on the bed dying met his eldest son as expected.

"Brother" Quan Nai hugged him with sadness and joy.Madara hugged his brother back and looked at someone on the couch.

The man smiled happily: "You are indeed here."

The look on his face that said "I had expected your choice" made Madara feel unhappy again, but his physical condition at this time made it difficult to be angry.Madara tilted his head and said dryly: "It's just the last time."

"Yes, the last time." The man covered his mouth and coughed several times, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.Madara was in a trance for a moment: could such a weak father really be the powerful and wise man in his memory?

No matter how much anger you had, it all dissipated at this moment.Madara suddenly felt cold in his hands and feet.He suddenly realized all too clearly that after losing his mother, he was about to lose his father.

"But you still blame me"

"Don't complain." Because it doesn't make any sense anymore.Ban Ding looked at the man's thin face, the shallow lines between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes. Time and illness had left traces on it, "I only blame myself."

The man was silent for a while, then turned to his other son and said, "Quenna, go and see if the medicine is ready."

Quan Na knew in her heart that her father and brother had something to talk about, and some things could only be told to her brother as the heir.He closed the door, looked back, and left alone.

There was a lot of silence in the room, and Madara spoke first: "Izuna has grown up a lot."

"When you were away, he helped with family affairs." The man looked at his eldest son. The boy was a little taller, and his shoulder-length hair was raised like a hedgehog.When he left home, his baby-fat little face was elongated, his chin was round and slightly pointed, his eyes were sharp and his temperament was compelling, and he could already foresee his future glory.This child grew up quietly where he couldn't see it.

"Madara, the family is entrusted to you."

"You won't last long in my hands." Madara's eyes darkened, "Izuna is more suitable."

The man shook his head, "Quenna is too paranoid and not suitable to lead the overall situation."

"Paranoid" Thinking about his younger brother who has always been well-behaved, sensible, and gentle, Madara couldn't believe it, "You are wrong, how can Izuna have various personalities?"

"You are all my children, how could I not be clear about it." The man closed his eyes and smiled silently, "Quan Nai is gentle but stubborn, more emotional than rational, and prone to act impulsively. Although you look straightforward and emotional, in fact you are more stubborn in your heart. Everyone is sober. You are smart, rational, strong, and perseverant. You have always been my pride."

Instead of making Madara feel happy at all, these comments gave rise to an ominous premonition. "Father, that prophecy of yours" Could it be that the person who died young in the prophecy was not you, but Izuna

"Father"

"When fighting against fate, you must have the courage to win and be prepared for defeat." The ambiguity in the man's words made Banpan anxious, "Protect your family well, and don't wrong yourself."

"Also, try to take good care of Izuna." After saying this, the man slowly closed his eyes.The last sentence confirmed Madara's suspicion, and he rushed to the couch, "Father, please explain clearly how it could be Izuna, how it could be Izuna's father, father, please wake up."

Quan Nai sat alone on the swing, silently counting the fallen leaves under her feet.Hearing footsteps, he looked up and immediately fell into a warm embrace.

"brother"

"Yeah." Madara buried her head in his shoulder, the warmth and moisture seeping into his clothes and soaking into his mind.

Quan Nai's heart trembled slightly: "Where is my father?"

"Dead." Madara took a deep breath, raised his head for a moment, and his eyes returned to clarity, leaving only faint red circles around his eyes. "I will protect you"

After losing his parents suddenly, and the family members are at odds with each other, Madara temporarily bids farewell to the battlefield and comes back to organize things.Relying on the Mangekyo Sharingan and the strength honed in the war, he used iron-blooded methods to subdue the tribesmen who were ready to move and establish his authority with the assistance of his father's old subordinates.

There might be a better way, but he didn't have a good impression of the clansman who had caused his parents to die in battle and died from exhaustion.

Three years have passed, the internal affairs have become somewhat clearer, and a new generation in the family has grown up rapidly.Izuna Madaramei stayed in the family to handle affairs and stay away from danger.But the situation was worse than he expected. During an attack on Uchiha, Izuna opened the Mangekyō Sharingan.

When Madara was thinking about another reason to stop Izuna from going to the battlefield, Senju Hashirama came to find him.

He looked at Madara and said, "Let's make an alliance."

"Uchiha and Senju" Madara curled his lips sarcastically, "What do you want?"

Hashirama hesitated to speak, his hesitant look on his face seemed to be back to when he was a boy when Madara knocked him on the head and called him an idiot.This is the first time the two have officially met as adults.Now, Madara, Senju Hashirama is 20 years old, and the years are passing so fast in the blood and fire.

Some things have changed, and some things have not.

Their eyes met, and Madara saw determination in the young man's eyes: "I don't want to lose the people I care about again."

Use the power of the two races to quickly end the war and create a peaceful and tranquil environment.For the people you care about.

"it is good."

Hashirama is for Madara, and Madara is for Izuna.At this time, the two people with a simple purpose did not know that they had opened the prelude to another era.

In addition to speed, another benefit of iron-blooded methods has emerged, that is, there is no need to consider objections.Hashirama had been preparing for this alliance for five or six years, and Madara's three years of accumulated power settled all objections overnight.

The wind on the battlefield immediately changed after the alliance.Some ninjas who were afraid of the combined power of the two clans began to withdraw from the battlefield, but more people focused their firepower on the two families.There were many ninja families at this time, and some could rival Senju Uchiha.Even with the two top ninja masters Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama sitting in charge, the situation between the two clans was still serious.

In order to increase their strength, they expanded the scope of their alliance.Senju extended an olive branch to the Nara, Yamanaka, Akimichi and other families, and Uchiha also reached cooperation agreements with the Inuzuka, Aburame, Hinata and other families.

"And the Uzumaki family." Hashirama rubbed Seimei's acupuncture point. He was very tired from going back and forth between the battlefield and the office.

"Isn't Uzumaki a distant relative of your Senju?" Madara raised an eyebrow.

Hashirama smiled bitterly: "The Uzumaki family has never been too involved in these things. But the sealing of the tailed beasts must rely on their power."

Madara sneered disdainfully, obviously not very fond of the Uzumaki clan's low price.

Hashirama picked up the cup and took a sip of water, "Let's not talk about this anymore. There is a mission at the junction of water and fire."

"I go."

Hashirama frowned and stared into his eyes, "Don't make fun of yourself." Madara glanced over coldly after hearing the words. He immediately realized that his tone was a bit harsh. He took a deep breath to suppress his anxiety and said sincerely: "Madara, your body can't withstand that. Frequent high-intensity battles, and the Sharingan"

"What do you mean?" Madara stood up suddenly, his eyes like daggers, "When will it be your turn to take care of my affairs? Senju Hashirama, Uchiha is not your subordinate Senju"

Senju Hashirama was stunned for a moment. "spot"

"No matter what you know, shut up." Madara held the flame fan tightly and walked away without looking back.