The Uchiha we chased in those years

There are vague diplomatic letters from various ninja villages piled up on the table, and the cautious and formulaic diplomatic rhetoric cannot well conceal their imminent ambitions.

A pair of red phoenix eyes in the doorway became scarlet red under the high-intensity and high-pressure work without sleep for three days and three nights, as if they could bleed, and the serious facial paralysis became more and more gloomy.

When Qianshou Momoka entered the office with the latest information, he didn't even lift his eyelids: "How is the situation of big brother?" Qianshou Momohua's voice was as serious as ever: "There has been improvement...but it is still there. During the observation period, I'm not sure if the situation will repeat... still have a high fever, semi-comatose, unconscious, and keep calling for that person."

that person.Qianshou Taohua's words were vague, but the two people present knew that person's name well.

That is a man whose name cannot be mentioned. His name is Ninja World Nightmare. He is the shivering Shura on the battlefield, and a demon wearing a beautiful skin licking blood and smiling under the gorgeous flames soaring into the sky.

Uchiha Madara.A name that represents absolute power in the ninja world, a man who would make countless people lose their will to fight just by hearing his name and watching him sneer and raise a scythe.

A month ago, in the Battle of the Valley of the End, Uchiha Madara died at the hands of the ninja god Senju Hashirama.

This valley of the end, which changed the world's color and caused major changes in the terrain left by the decisive battle, not only brought people an unspeakable shock, but also brought countries around the corner.The strongest Konoha The split between the two top powerhouses directly led to the fall of one and the serious injury of the other, causing Konoha to lose two pillars at once, shaking Konoha's position as the strongest all along.

These persevering temptations are really tiresome, Qianshou Feijian thought a little tiredly, stood up slowly, and nodded to Qianshou Taohua: "I'll go and see my brother, the rest of the work will be troublesome. You, Taohua."

After Taohua nodded in agreement, Tobima directly used Flying Thunder God to arrive at the ward of Qianshou Zhujian.

I have to say that Senshou Feijian was very lucky, he ran into a rare time when Senshou Zhuma was sober.The god of ninja lay quietly on a white hospital bed with his eyes open. Soft sunlight leaked in from the window, carrying the fragrance of flowers and dewdrops. Looming, even the leaves are trembling in the joyful and beautiful singing.

But all these beautiful scenes have nothing to do with Senshouzhujian.He was lying on the bed where the sun couldn't shine, smiling expressionlessly.It was really a deadpan smile, that kind of indifferent and calm smile.The corners of the lips are raised as always, but those black and gloomy eyes are indifferent and lifeless.

It seems that there is an invisible wall separating him from the world, submerging him alone in the wave of despair, and he can only watch the spring blossoms outside and the sweet laughter.

Tobima has always been used to his elder brother's silly and sweet style, and he is inexplicably confident at all times, just like the feeling his chakra brings to people, warm, powerful, and vigorous, although he will be cheap from time to time, Depressed, but he has never seen a big brother with such a weak smile and a breath of death all over his body.

"Why did you remove the doctor who was taking care of you?" After a long time, Qian Shou asked in a low and tired voice.It is impossible that there is no Yiren staying in the house to take care of him. Even if the village's combat power is a little tight these days, there is still no shortage of people who will take care of the God of Ninja World. The only possibility is that Senju Zhuma himself ordered Yiren to leave.

Senshou Zhuma seemed to have just woken up from a big dream, blinked, with a little bit of sleepiness remaining in his expression, and a big smile on his face: "Yeah, it's Tokaima."

"..."

Hehe, you just noticed me now.Toikama looked at Hashirama blankly, his lips moved a few times but he didn't say anything in the end.

Hashirama sighed for a long time, staring intently at the hospital wall, his gentle, almost crazy eyes seemed to be looking at his lover.

"It's time to wake up," Qianshou Feijian said suddenly, his right eyebrows raised slightly, "This more than a month of self-willedness is enough... Even if he dies, you still have to live. The clan needs you, and Konoha needs you." You...don't forget, our surname is Qianshou."

Our surname is Senshou, and we are destined to give up our little love for the big love. We cannot be as selfish and crazy as those Uchihas.Since we can let go of our hatred for righteousness, we can also slay our lovers for righteousness.

Uchiha is a sober lunatic, while Senju is a deranged sane person.

Brother, from this point of view, you and I are the same, we are both qualified Qianshou and guilty lovers.

Senju Hashirama said gently and calmly: "It's okay, this is the last waywardness of the first generation." The bodies of the Senju clan have always been special, and their resilience is extremely abnormal. He is the best among them, no matter how serious the injury is, he can fully recover within a week, and this month's "serious injury has not healed" is just that he tore the wound again and again when he was awake, and then blocked the wound. Carat prevented the wound from healing itself.

Only when the wound Madara left him is still painful, can he feel the temperature Madara left him from such severe pain, can he breathe temporarily from the crazy suffocating thoughts, and survive like this.

This is not self-punishment, he is just using it to miss him.He is not qualified to say his name again, nor is he qualified to occupy his relics, so he can only miss him so humblely.

Letting out a burning sigh, Senju Hashimama's voice was extremely low: "This is, the last, self-willed." After today, he is only Konoha's first generation, and Hashirama died with Uchiha Madara long ago in the end In the Battle of the Valley, after today, the dying Senshou Bashirama also died.

He is the first generation of Konoha, and he can only be the first generation of Konoha.

————————————The dividing line after a few years———————————

Haori, who was wearing Hokage in the first generation, sat on the head carved on Yanyan, but what he saw in this place overlooking the entire village was not Konoha.

Countless memories surrounded him, and the first generation let himself be immersed in it.

Due to the deterrence of the God of the Ninja World in the first generation, Konoha still maintains an absolute leading position in each ninja village. Peace is no longer imagined at the beginning. It finally quietly descends on this land amidst the raging flames of war. They all wept with joy.

Children can go to the battlefield with weapons at a young age, and all ethnic groups don't have to fight endlessly for hatred.The flower of peace is blooming, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood is no longer carried in the wind, but the sweet fragrance of sunshine and candies.Crisp laughter came from the village from time to time.

Beautiful like a dream.

The first generation twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't smile, his eyes were burning, but he didn't want to cry either.He just suddenly missed the person who sat with him and said that he would put his brother in the village and protect him.

The best years of Senju Bashima's life are spent endlessly entangled with Uchiha Madara, whether he loves or hates him, his whole life cannot be separated from Uchiha Madara.

Without Uchiha Madara, there would be no Senju Hashirama.Their fate is doomed to death. Love is the closest to the relationship between them, but it is not the whole thing. Their bond is deeper, more suffocating, more desperate and more... sinking than love.

Over the years, the power in the village has been slowly handed over to his younger brother Tobima by the first generation. In the past few years, Konoha has developed very well, and he is no longer needed as the god of the ninja world to deter the countries, and he is becoming more and more frequent. I can see his spots all the time—on the street, on Yan Yan, in the attic, in meetings, many times he can't even tell whether it's reality or hallucinations, no, no, he doesn't want to make the distinction at all, he I am willing to sink into the dream of Uchiha Madara without waking up.

He should go to Uchiha Madara.After all, Madara will not wait for him on Huangquan Road, and if he goes late, he may never be able to catch up.Even if he can no longer walk side by side with Madara, even if Madara hates him, he still wants to see Madara again, even if it's just from a distance.

When the dusk was getting heavier and the warm breeze became bitter, he finally woke up from the big dream many years ago and prepared to go back to Hokage's office.

On the road, I saw Madara wearing a navy blue national uniform and looking at him coldly at the corner of the street. First Daime greeted him with a smile, and told Madara that he would come to him soon, ignoring the terrified faces of passers-by.

When I opened the door and entered the office, I saw Tsunade. Her light-blond hair was tied into two short upside-down braids. When she saw him, she excitedly waved her fat little arms, and her fleshy little hands were still scratching. Son, looked at him expectantly.

Ah, he instantly understood Tsunade's intention, that he wanted to bet with him.

So, let's have a game.

He smiled, watching Tsunade skillfully shaking the sex gu in his hand, and then slammed it onto the table.

"Guess the size, place your bet." Facing Tsunade, who is obviously not good at speaking, but is already familiar with gambling terms, the first generation can only touch his nose embarrassingly when he just entered the office and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Well... then what hahaha... I'm overwhelmed."

Feijian looked at the big and small gamblers with a headache, and finally chose to put down the file and leave without seeing anything.

Tsunade didn't pay attention to this little episode, she excitedly uncovered the sex gu, then clapped her hands and laughed loudly: "One point, hahaha! I win!"

He leaned over to take a look, and laughed heartily.Tsunade looked suspiciously at his grandfather, who did not grow mushrooms when he lost as usual, and suspected that he had lost.

"Grandpa, I lost." She murmured, a little confused as to why grandpa was so happy when he lost.

"Yeah, I lost, hehe." He scratched his head against Tsunade's eyes, "It's over, grandpa's brain is twitching again, this time it seems to be particularly serious", revealing a foolish and yet innocent expression that Tsunade has never seen before. With a big smile that was so happy that it dazzled: "Your grandfather and I have used all our luck to meet the most beautiful person. I can rest assured that my luck in gambling is still so bad. This shows that my luck is still accumulated." I want to use it to meet him again."

This was the last time Tsunade saw the first generation smile.

That night, the first generation of Konoha, Kaoru.

The only request before death is that Nidaimu builds a statue of him and his sworn enemy Uchiha Madara in the Valley of the End.

Uchiha Madara once asked the first generation whether his relationship with himself is an old enemy or a close friend?

What did he say then?Oh, he said that Uchiha Madara was inspired by God and his brother.

But after spending so long in the years without Uchiha Madara, he realized that Uchiha Madara had rubbed into his life with a sharp and profound gesture, and they were inseparable.

He has always loved Uchiha Madara deeply, but it took him his whole life to understand, it was too late.

What if Uchiha Madara asks this question again when he gets there?When Senju Zhuma was confused, he thought that he must tell Madara with the best and best love words——

You are the illusion in a dream, you are the supreme ideal, you are the wings that rise steeply when you fall, you are the only edge left on the sword, counting the stars with me in the wilderness at night, you are the stormy waves on the sea, dragging me into the whirlpool /co-voyage.

you are mine

It's a once in a lifetime ups and downs.

The only thing I dare not say is love - I am not qualified to kill you with my own hands.

The author has something to say:

Ah ha ha ha, I haven't been able to read the main text these days, so I don't care about it, let's start with a chapter.I was going to write an article about abuse, but I was already driven crazy by several big knives, and now I am in a state of madness of "come and hurt each other", but after writing it, I found that it was not abuse at all. No newspaper talent orz, no matter what, I want to post pictures to stab the knife.By the way, Amway posted the video "Four Sides of the Frontier" at station B, which is very good.The last few sentences in the article are the lyrics of the four sides of the border.