[Comprehensive] What should I do if I wear black?

Uchiha Madara searched the back mountain all night.

He didn't think Hei Jue would talk about good things with his ancestors in such a deserted place, avoiding everyone's sight.

Since he and Zhujian's ancestors are brothers, why did Uchiha and Senju work so hard for hundreds of years?Does this have anything to do with Heijue?

Also, if someone tampers with the stele and deceives the Uchiha clan, will he be black.

and……

Uchiha Madara's eyes froze.

The breath on that guy...is really uncomfortable.

Time passed quickly, the sky was dyed a light fish-belly white, and the dark forest became brighter.

After wandering all night, Uchiha Madara's temperament also calmed down a lot.Then he realized that his previous attitude towards Hashirama was really bad.

It's not that I don't know, that guy just has a very good heart!

No matter how he got angry and beat people, Hashirama always smiled and never fought back in anger.

Because of Hashirama's unconditional tolerance, he never restrained the sharpness of his temper.This is even more true after arriving in a different world and letting go of the burden in my heart.

It can probably be called willful.

But what's the matter?

Anyway, Hashirama would not leave him alone.

Speaking of which, don't that guy spend the whole night depressed in the house.

Thinking of this, Uchiha Madara quickened his pace and rushed back.

After arriving at Ninzong's residence, the first thing he saw was not Senju Bashirama, but Heijue, who hadn't seen anyone all night.

The other party was sitting on the steps of the house and dozing off.

Uchiha Madara stopped, stared at Heijue for a moment, and approached step by step.

Different from the briskness before, every step he takes now is extraordinarily frightening.

Hei Jue's head slipped from the palm of his hand, and he fell down the steps. He woke up instantly, "Ouch!"

Heijue was secretly startled when he saw Uchiha Madara a few steps away.

—He wanted to kill himself!

what happened?

Did he know that the method of balancing the power of Yin was made up by himself? !

But Uchiha Madara shouldn't kill people because of this kind of thing... Besides, isn't this what he wants!

Thinking about it, Hei Juexin said that it was only his own illusion just now, and he spoke first: "Why are you alone? Where is Qianshou Zhujian?"

Uchiha Madara was startled.

Pushing open the door, the quilts were neatly folded, the dishes and chopsticks were placed on the table, and the food seemed untouched.Everything was tidied up properly, as if it had been tidied up before leaving.

Uchiha Madara walked leisurely, seemingly casually inspecting every room of the Ninja sect.

Hei Jue followed behind him, guessing that the two had a quarrel.

"Where have you been during this time?" Uchiha Madara's indifferent voice came.

Hei Jue rubbed his nose, and replied casually: "I found a place to sleep. Has it been a long time since I said it... Strange, I don't feel anything at all."

Uchiha Madara didn't speak any more.

Turn around at the end of the corridor, in the open space in front of Ninja Sect, Indra is training disciples for the Sages of the Six Paths.

Even if he had never experienced war, Indra's physical skills were outstanding, but with just a few moves, he knocked those disciples to the ground, grinning in pain.

Indra raised his chin, "Is there no one who can fight? It's really useless!"

Uchiha Madara saw the familiar fear in the eyes of those disciples.

After checking every place of Ninja, Uchiha Madara finally confirmed a fact.

——Hashirama left.

"..."

He suddenly had the urge to laugh.

Uchiha Madara walked back to his and Zhujian's residence, and stood at the door for a while.Finally, he folded his hands into his cuffs, sat there, and closed his eyes to rest.

The sky was overcast with clouds, but it began to rain after a while.

Uchiha Madara still sat there quietly as if he didn't feel it.

The rain in the wind was like a water whip, whipping his unresponsive body.Madara Uchiha let the rain soak his clothes and wet his hair.Drops of water dripped from the tips of her hair.

Hei Ze stood under the eaves not far away, feeling that Uchiha Madara's mind was really elusive.

There is a house behind it, why don't you go in.

The rain stopped suddenly, Uchiha Madara did not open his eyes, "You better stay away from me."

Holding an umbrella on top of Madara Uchiha's head, Heijue scratched his cheek with his fingers, not understanding where the other party's hostility came from, "What's the matter with you?"

Not all because of you!

Uchiha Madara said coldly: "Shut up."

"If you don't want to die, immediately disappear from my sight."

Uchiha Madara was unwilling to admit that he didn't kill Heijue on the spot because of what Hashirama said before.

Hei Jue was stunned for a moment.

That was not his illusion, it was the killing intent that really wanted to pierce his chest with a sword.

In any case, life-saving is the most important thing.

Hei Ze took one last look at Madara Uchiha, who was expressionless and drenched in the rain, muttered "Good intentions are not rewarded", and walked away along the corridor in confusion.

Is it...

The sudden thought made Hei Jue stop in shock!

Senshou Zhuma fell in love with herself? !

So they had a fight!

That's why Uchiha Madara is so hostile to him!

Hei Ze has already figured out one hundred and eight ways Uchiha Madara put himself to death.

Fuck, it's terrible!

Hei Jue hurriedly quickened his pace, thinking that he had to stay away from them in the future.

***

"spot!"

Before the words fell, the person Uchiha Madara was looking for had already appeared in front of him in an instant, grabbed his wrist and hurriedly pulled him into the house, "Why are you getting rained outside?!"

The paper umbrella that Senshou Zhujian was holding before was dropped directly, and fell into the shallow water with a "slap", leaving alone to be blown by the wind and rain.

inside the house.

"Change out the wet clothes first!"

Uchiha Madara sat calmly on the edge of the bed, his wet hair frizzy, looking like a big cat in the rain.

He took off his shirt slowly, revealing his strong and fair upper body.

On the contrary, Senshou Zhuma looked anxious and worried.After entering the door and putting the things on the table, he quickly opened the scroll, rummaged through it, found dry towels and clothes, and handed them to Madara.

Uchiha Madara took it and wiped it casually.

Senju Zhuma frowned because the other party didn't care much about his body, "What happened...you haven't wiped your back dry yet."

Uchiha Madara gave him a cold look.

How can a ninja's body be so weak.

"where did you go?"

"I see that there is nothing you like for breakfast today, so I wanted to buy you some sushi with bean curd. But I searched for a long time in the village and couldn't find it. But I bought bean curd and glutinous rice flour, I can do it later Go to the kitchen...uh..."

Uchiha Madara hooked Senju Hashirama's neck, and interrupted the other party's next words with a kiss.

There was still some coolness on Madara's body, but the temperature of his lips and tongue was fiery.

Senshou Zhujian put his arms around his waist.

The palms stroked the unshielded back, caressing the slightly concave line of the spine.

The man's fingertips are covered with thin calluses, no matter how light the force is, it will bring a crisp/itch to the sensitive back.

But it is a symbol of the supreme strength of the God of Ninja.

Madara Uchiha raised his eyebrows, and slammed in the direction of the bed, the unsuspecting Senju Hashirama was pushed down, and his back hit the soft quilt.

Immediately afterwards, Madara pressed onto Senju Hashirama who was about to struggle to get up.

Senshou Zhujian's whole body stiffened.

"Hashirama." Uchiha Madara's red/naked body was pressed against Senju Hashirama's chest, with his elbows crossed on top.The meaning is self-evident.

He stared at the restless Hashirama with great interest, somewhat condescending.There seemed to be a faint fire in the eyes.

A hint of a smile emerged, his deep eyes narrowed, and the slightly raised silkworm made the smile even more beautiful.

Senshou Zhujian couldn't see the emotion in Madara's eyes before, but now he seems to understand.

"Madara..." He felt his throat tighten.

The smile in Uchiha Madara's eyes deepened.

"Then what, your hair is still dripping, let me wipe it for you."

Uchiha Madara: "..."

"Senju Bashirama! Go to hell!"

"Ow—"

***

It has been more than half a year since Brother Datongmu went out for training.It has been some time since Indra returned, but Asura has not returned.

Ninzong was panicked for a time.

Master Asura must have gotten lost!

During this period of time, relying on his natural strong affinity, coupled with being the reincarnation of Master Asura, Senshou Zhujian quickly became one with everyone in the Ninja sect.

However, he never saw Hei Jue's figure, and when he met him occasionally, he found that there was an unconcealable tiredness between the brows of the other party.

Moreover, as long as the Sage of the Six Paths is present, Hei Jue will never be found.

Uchiha Madara discovered that there are many ancient scrolls that have since been lost, which recorded various knowledge about Ninja, Chakra, and Blood Successor, as well as what he saw and heard during the journey of the Six Paths Sage, and there are many ways to improve his strength.

These are particularly attractive things to Uchiha Madara.

He took these scrolls to read every day, making no secret of his desire for power.

Sometimes I even watch it with Sharingan on.

"It really looks like..."

The Sage of the Six Paths stroked his long beard and suddenly said with emotion.

Senju Zhuma followed his line of sight.Uchiha Madara was sitting idly under the eaves of the corridor, leaning against the wooden pillar, looking intently at the scroll in his hand.

His fried hair was randomly tied into a ponytail, his head was slightly lowered, revealing a section of his snow-white neck.

Senju Bashirama laughed, "Madara has always been serious about things."

"Looking at him, the old man thinks of Indra." The Immortal of the Six Paths walked back, and when he saw that the other party wanted to speak in Qianshou Zhujian, he followed behind.

"Indra was also like this when he was a child. He had no distractions in his studies. He was very talented and an unborn genius. But his younger brother was a crane tail, clumsy, and always needed his elder brother and others to take care of him."

As he said that, Datsuki Yuyi cast a sideways glance at Senshou Bashirama, "You've become a mutant."

Qianshou Zhujian laughed dryly, "Haha..."

Not happy at all.

"Although Indra has become colder, he also knows how to care for others. But since he opened Sharingan, his temperament has changed a lot."

Senshou Zhujian touched his nose.There are so many people in the Uchiha clan, I never heard that anyone who opened his eyes would go crazy.Why don't you go back and ask Ban?

"Sharingan has the effect of shocking the soul. Anyone who sees these eyes will surrender to its power. Over time, Indra no longer communicates with the people around him."

"Did you not guide him?"

Otsutsuki Hagoromo sighed inaudibly.

Behind this, there are more and deeper factors about his mother Kaguya...

However, Asura hasn't come back yet, he still has time to observe.

Just wait and see.

Sage of the Six Paths changed the subject: "Is Madara's Sharingan not affecting you?"

Senjujuma recalled, "At the beginning, I felt dizzy when I saw it. Later, we got used to fighting and killing, and it didn't work anymore."

As he spoke, a mysterious pride surged in his heart.

"You don't seem to have expressed your heart to him yet?"

Qianshou Zhujian coughed lightly, and the proud expression just now was instantly replaced by an embarrassed expression.

Sage of the Six Paths laughed.

Young people nowadays...

***

In fact, Senju Zhuma thought about conveying his heart to Madara, but he was a little at a loss about it.

Patriarch Qianshou is very brave and fearless, but that is only limited to the battlefield.

According to the ancient books at home, the elder Qianshou never taught him how to confess his love to his best friend.

Walking out of the room, Senju Bashima did not see a familiar figure in the place where Uchiha Madara often reads.He closed his eyes, picked up Chakra for perception, and then walked towards the outside of the Ninja building.

The village where Ninzong was located was not big, and he reached the edge of the village in a short while, and then there was a stretch of forest.

As the distance between Madara and Madara drew closer, the sound of gurgling water came faintly.

The scene in front of him was very similar to Nan Hechuan when he and Madara met back then.A clear belt passes through the forest, the river bank is a fine pebble beach, and behind it is a carpet-like grassland.

Uchiha Madara was sitting on the grass, holding a handful of grass, and the fluffy white creatures around him... were clearly rabbits!

Spotted is feeding the rabbit.

This realization made Senshou Zhujian somewhat novel.

The rebellious Uchiha Madara also likes fierce creatures and enjoys the process of taming them.Even the seemingly weak Ninja Cat has been raised to be very brave by Madara, and he has been scratched several times by himself.

Madara has always hated and despised weak creatures like rabbits.

Looking at this scene silently, it seems that I can involuntarily calm down.

"How long are you going to stand behind me?" Uchiha Madara's impatient voice came.

Senshou Zhujian walked over, "Thinking about that rabbit?"

"No."

Qianshou Zhujian smiled silently, not exposing the obvious arrogance of the other party.

He came to Uchiha Madara and sat down side by side.

Probably because he was worried that the gloves would be chewed, Madara took them off and held them in his hands.The other hand is spread out and lowered, with a handful of young grass on it.The fine grass is verdant and verdant, which sets off the fair skin very beautifully.

A few rabbits grazing around him fearlessly, chewing non-stop, their white beards trembling.

Uchiha Madara spread his hands peacefully and quietly, waiting for them to finish eating.

But these are all ordinary rabbits, not the fairy rabbit called "Banban" any more.

After a moment of silence, Qianshouzhujian suddenly said warmly: "He should have a good life in that world with Mr. Mowa."

"It's 'her'." Uchiha Madara reminded.

Senju Zhuma said seriously: "It must be a boy if he is so cute!"

Uchiha Madara didn't bother to argue with him, patted the grass clippings on his body, stood up, "I'm going back."

He wants to fight for this time to get all the knowledge of the Sages of the Six Paths into his pocket.

"Wait, Madara."

Senju Zhuma sincerely sent out an invitation, "Let's take a walk together."

As if afraid of Madara's refusal, he continued, "Look at the beautiful scenery here, and it's very similar to the Nanhechuan we met before..."

Although Hashirama's appearance was the same as usual, Uchiha Madara still noticed something strange.

He didn't ask much, and walked along the river bank side by side with Senju Bashima.

The white rabbit jumped a few times following Uchiha Madara's footsteps, then turned around and jumped into the forest without a trace.

……

Uchiha Madara really doesn't understand what Hashirama wants to do!

Invited him to come for a walk, but didn't think about what to say, talked about it, and finally discussed a long talk about peace!

Uchiha Madara: "..."

He didn't have the patience to listen to Bashirama's ramblings!

"What's the matter with you?"

"Ah..." Qianshou Zhujian scratched his cheeks, his eyes drifted, and he said in a daze, "That, that's, what, I..."

Madara Uchiha frowned displeasedly, "Say something quickly!"

Qianshou Zhujian, who was still hesitating just now, suddenly fixed his gaze on him.Then the whole person calmed down, stopped hesitating, and just watched him quietly.

It's like a fine and thin net trying to wrap him, like a thousand words are frozen and I don't know where to start.

The man's eyebrows are sparse and his eyes are like black pearls, even more energetic than Uchiha's eyes.

Uchiha Madara saw himself in his eyes.

Gentle, firm, and eternal.

Such a gaze is too affectionate.

"……I want to go back."

You are wrong.

Uchiha Madara's face was hot.He turned around and left, with a little reddish ear tip showing from his black hair.

"Wait a moment--"

Senshou Zhuma suddenly hugged him from behind.