[Hokage] My eldest brother is handsome and splits the sky

【Uchiha Tajima】

I'm dying.

this is nothing.In this era, the average life expectancy of a ninja is 30 years old. When most ninjas died, the children in the family were just born. They had no time to raise their children, so they had to die; when my life was dying, my family Those two boys, they have grown into real men who can stand on their own.I watched them grow up, so I know that with their outstanding abilities, they will be able to live as long as I do in this troubled world.

I am a very lucky man in terms of my longevity and the fact that I have two very successful children at the head of the family.

But death is still a very sad thing after all, and I still have nostalgia for the world of the living.

This nostalgia is probably the two children in my family, the eldest son is called Uchiha Madara, and the youngest son is Uchiha Quanna.These two sons are not only the greatest pride of my life, but also the greatest concern when I am dying.

I miss them!

In the dull room, I told Izumi Izumi all the advice and experiences I could give, and I asked him to go out and invite the eldest son Madara to come in.

The youngest son responded with red eye circles, and went out with red eye circles. After a while, my eldest son walked in.

Madara has always been a very good child. He is talented, intelligent, and has a strong temperament. He has a deep love for the Uchiha clan. Before I die, he can be an excellent Uchiha patriarch. And I believe that after I die After that, this child will also become a well-deserved Uchiha patriarch, leading the whole family to go down smoothly.

The eldest son is a very good ninja. His only shortcoming may be that he is a little emotional, so he did the stupid thing of letting Senjujuma go a few years ago, but as a Uchiha, no matter in terms of heart , From the perspective of the special requirements of Sharingan, it is a matter of course to pay attention to feelings. I will not comment on this. After all, Madara's self-control often makes me feel at ease.

What really worries me is the youngest son with red eye circles.

Madara sat on the edge of my bed with his knees bent, a face hiding his sadness, and a pair of painful blood-red eyes--if my death can further open his blood eyes, that would be really great!

I am quietly looking forward to it in my heart.

The knife between the Thousand Hands Buddha directly cut off half of my body. It is already a miracle that I can still open my eyes and briefly explain the funeral to my heir in time - at this time, I am only dying That's all.You can't force too much on people who are about to die. My mind is a little confused now, and it is difficult to speak, but fortunately, I still know what I want to say.

I swallowed the bloody breath welling up in my throat, and said to Madara in a low voice: "You and Quanna are still so young..."

I noticed that Madara's pupils dilated slightly, and he replied in a low voice, "Father, I will take good care of Quanna!"

Of course I know that Madara will take good care of Quanna, but it is one thing to know, and another thing to worry about in my heart.

There used to be five children in my family, each of them was so cute and talented, they all had a pair of Uchiha eyes, they knew how to call me "Father" softly, and then worked hard to learn ninjutsu so that they could serve the Uchiha clan on the battlefield potency.

They are good boys, but I have never been a good father.

Of the five children, three of them died on the battlefield, and the remaining two, one is Madara who is already sensible and knows how to survive on the harsh battlefield, and the other, the younger Quanna, he and his The mother looks so similar, she is smart, her eyes are so bright, her mouth is so sweet, she can only follow behind her brother and be a cute little tail——Quanna at this age has to go to the battlefield.

"Madara, you have to protect your little brother!"

That was the first time for me, as the head of the Uchiha clan, but I put my personal feelings above Uchiha. I didn't give Madara a task that was more suitable for him, but let him stay by Quanna's side on the battlefield to protect him. His only remaining brother.

At that time, Madara answered me in the same way: "Father, I will protect Quanna well!"

Quanna is my youngest child, and perhaps my favorite child.

Madara and Quanna have always been good boys, but I have not been a good father so far.

I held Madara's hand beside the bed, squeezed it tightly with all my strength, and asked him: "From now on, Quanna and Uchiha will be handed over to you..."

Like a qualified Uchiha patriarch, he held my hand with his backhand, and at the same time accepted my request: "Father, I will!"

The mouthful of hot blood in my throat was finally unbearable, and warm blood flowed from the corner of my mouth, but I didn't even have the strength to raise my hand to wipe off the blood.I opened my eyes wide and looked at the eldest son who was backlit beside me.In his blood-red eyes, there are gouyu spinning rapidly—as expected, my death is worthwhile!That old guy in the Thousand Hands Buddha Room, do you think I can weaken Uchiha's power by dying?snort!Maybe my death will bring pain to my son, but it will also bring him a powerful force that matches the pain, and this power will one day be able to act on you Qianshou!

Thinking of this, I feel relieved.Even though there was more blood pouring out of my throat, and the wound in my abdomen was so painful that my eyes turned black, it still couldn't stop the joy in my heart.

"Father!" a mournful low cry.

I can't see his expression clearly, but it's not a big deal anymore, I want to continue talking, but my voice is like a murmur in my throat: "The guy in the Thousand-Hand Buddha Room...has the treatment in the pillar room, I'm afraid..."

I remember that on the battlefield, a face-to-face fireball almost burned half of Fuzen's body, but the old guy's eldest son is the best medical ninja in the entire ninja world, if the medical ninja can save him—that kind of Injuries, even if Qianshou Buddha was rescued, he must be half disabled, and his combat power will be greatly reduced...

"Father!" Madara interrupted me softly, and said, "Before I came in, I received news about Senshou Buddha's injury, even Hashirama felt powerless, he won't make it through tonight..."

I:"……"

The last stone that was pressing on my heart was also taken away, I felt that my whole body was light and light, the wound in my abdomen seemed to have been completely separated from my consciousness, and the blood in my throat seemed to subside.I raised my eyelids with difficulty—the halos in front of my eyes messed up my vision, I couldn't see everything around me clearly, but I could see the light coming in from the window, the light was bright and clear , took all my attention.

"Father……"

Someone beside me called me softly, but I didn't have the energy to respond.

It is said that when a person dies, he will see the epitome of his long or short life. As a ninja, I should not believe these unrealistic rumors.But at this critical moment, I did see something firmly occupying my sight in that bright and clear halo, and I was stubbornly unwilling to leave.

I thought I would see my wife who died young, and she would probably bring my three young children, and maybe I would see other dead Uchihas, and I always thought they would bring the familiar The round fan family emblem, waiting patiently for me in that world...

But when I forcefully opened my eyes and looked at the halo: there is no my gentle and virtuous wife, nor my three smart and lovely children, nor the amiable family members with round fans...

——Only a hateful clan crest and a hateful figure holding a big knife!

"Tajima! We haven't decided yet!"

I lost a lot of blood, and my ears could not hear anything, but I seemed to clearly hear what that figure would say.

--snort!This Senju's idiot!

Although I am a little dissatisfied with the world after death, I have to admit that the blood belonging to ninjas has started to run in my heart again.

With the last bit of my strength, I rolled my eyes and looked at my eldest son.

Probably because of the backlight, my vision became clear for a moment, and in this short moment, I did see clearly, that pattern, that legendary pattern that can only appear when the Sharingan is more powerful than the Sangouyu...

"..."

My eldest son, how painful he must be now... I am just an unqualified father, but I got such an excellent child...

I:"……"

I want to say to him:

——Don't be too sad, life, old age, sickness and death always happen like this...

——I am not a qualified father, you have to be better than me...

——Also, don't cry... This is not what a ninja should do...

But I have no strength to speak.

Looking at the figure weighing the sword in the corner of my eye, I finally closed my eyes peacefully.

--snort!Nemesis, here I come...