Reunion in the New World [Zhuban Feiquan]

After returning from Togama, Madara felt a little relieved after seeing Quanna and Tomama get along with each other. Now he is more concerned about Hashirama's complexion. The paleness of the wheat-colored skin can't be blocked, let Hashirama see Looks rather weak.

Madara only felt that the eyes staring at him had dimmed a lot, and the hand holding him felt a little cold.Hashirama has always been strong, the only man who can stand side by side with him, Madara has almost never seen him weak, even if he fought with him for three days.

This weak look reminded Madara of the scene of Hashirama's death, that cold hand.

...

When he hid in the hideout and got the news that Hokage was seriously ill and was about to die, Madara himself was stunned. In the battle in the Valley of the End, Hashirama was not seriously injured. With his physique, he could recover within half a month at most. Recovery, and now three months have passed, but this news came.

Madara had to think about whether he didn't arrange something well, causing Hashirama and the others to know that he was suspended animation, and deliberately set up a situation to lure him out.

The forces of all parties are restless, and Madara is also restless.

Madara struggled for four days, and two villains were fighting in her mind.

Did Hashirama suffer other injuries that time?How could it be so sick?

Don't think about it, maybe it's just to trick you out.

Impossible, it is impossible for Zhujian to deceive him with such a thing, before he rebelled against the village for so long and Zhujian didn't say anything.

What's impossible, he could stab you to death with all his heart, so it's nothing to lie to you!

That's two different things, Hashirama didn't have such thoughts.

He didn't have it, but his younger brother did. That thousand-handed second child is not a good thing.

But what if...

So what, you are dead...

The freckles from the two villains hurt, so they finally decided to go back and take a look. During this period of time, he has recovered almost, and even if it is a round, he can retreat unscathed.

Madara who made up his mind made up his disguise and rushed to Konoha. At this time, Konoha was surrounded by spies from various villages, and his concealed attire was not conspicuous.

When night fell, Madara restrained his breath, passed directly through Konoha's enchantment, avoided the patrols in the open and in the dark, and came to the Thousand Hands Mansion.

Madara found the big tree facing Hashirama's room familiarly, and hid himself, but found that those Senshou who came in a hurry were all looking sad.Madara's pupils shrank, a strong sense of uneasiness lingered in his heart, and an eternal kaleidoscope emerged, with the blessing of vision and perception.

Breathing stagnantly, through opening and closing the door, he could see two people in the room, Hashirama and Qianshoubanjian, but he only felt the breath of one person.

Cold water attributes chakra.

how is this possible……

Madara froze on the tree, somewhat in a trance.

He watched the clansmen of Qianshou sobbing in the porch, watched Qianshou sitting on the side of the bed kneeling silently, he watched the great elder of Qianshou's family who always blew his beard and stared at him slowly wearing the patriarch's formal attire. Walking, the old face with ravines and criss-crossings became even more vicissitudes.He watched Qian Shou Fei pass the clothes directly, everyone left the room, and the second in command changed the patriarch into formal clothes.

The clansmen of Qianshou gradually dispersed, and only Qianshou was sitting in the room on his knees all the time, his face that had been paralyzed all the year round seemed to be covered with frost, but his eyes were a little hollow and directionless.

Sitting in the door of the thousand hands all night, Madara froze on the tree outside the house all night.

It was cold in the middle of the night, maybe the night wind took away the temperature, and Madara only felt chills.

When it was almost dawn, Fei Jian was called to deal with the Wen Han sent by the spies and daimyo from other villages, and the back of leaving was a little tired and slumped.

Those who stayed guarded the house.As soon as he leaves the room, no one here will notice his existence. Madara enters the house directly through the illusion of kaleidoscope.

Madara stared stiffly at Hashirama lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and slowly took off her mask.

At such a time, that idiot should suddenly get up, jump over energetically, pull him silly, and say with a smile, "I knew Madara would come back!"

But now be quiet.

There is a decaying smell in the room, and it is no longer the freshness of the grass and trees.

Madara's breathing was a bit difficult, as if something was tightly strangling his chest, and if he breathed a little too much, it would be painful.

"Hashirama?" Madara's voice was hoarse.

no respond.

Madara took two steps, and saw Hashirama's haggard and pale face, with sunken eye sockets, high cheekbones, white and chapped lips, long black hair that had become dull, and her originally robust body was emaciated and out of shape. Dress loosely on the body.

How can this be a high-spirited Hokage, he is clearly an old man who is dying!

Ban stood for a long time in a daze, and finally knelt down slowly.

He reached out and touched Hashirama's hand.

Icy.

stiff.

Madara held that skinny and cold hand, her drooping eyelids concealed her emotions, but the rise and fall of her chest gradually became apparent, and the cold Chakra in her body was violently agitated at this moment.

Madara only felt that his mind was in chaos, and the kaleidoscope was spinning uncontrollably.

what happened!

How could Hashirama's injury be fatal!

Then someone sneaked up on him?

No, it's impossible, the Thousand Hands Door is also there.

In the end what happened……

Madara's face is dark and unclear, he has indeed parted ways with Hashirama, but this does not mean that he can accept Hashirama's inexplicable death, and it is not at his hands.

Madara let go of that hand, looked at Hashirama for a long time, and finally got up to leave.

In the heavy night, a black shadow wandered in the Thousand Hands, passing through the bright or dark windows, listening to the choked sobs and helpless old sighs inside.

"...Why is the patriarch...obviously..."

"Kill... I'm sorry..."

"Oh... Nie Yuan..."

"I heard from the elder... that he is a close friend..."

"...There is nothing sadder than death..."

Spot a meal because of him?

"Totally stupid."

The low words were chilly, but a little unclear, and were quickly blown away by the night wind.

Madara walked out of Senju Mansion in a trance, and saw the brightly lit Hokage Building from a distance, thinking about Senju's state of desperation, a sarcastic smile appeared on Madara's stiff face.

Like him, a loner.

Leaping onto the roof, a few flashed down and appeared on the rocky mountain.

Madara overlooked the growing village.

between columns.

If I came a few days earlier...

The sky finally turned white.

Madara looked at his hands, and finally glanced at Konoha, the village he had built with his own hands in anticipation, turned around and disappeared into the shadow of the forest.

His only rival and best friend has also left, and there is no point in returning to this village.

Hashirama, I will bring your share together to realize our dreams.

In the eyes of the moon.

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The author has something to say:

I read it again and again, and I still feel that the previous writing is very broken, so I decided to fix it _(:з」∠)_