Fuyuki Canteen

Went to the wrong set again today.

It was early morning when Uchiha Madara was driven to wake up by the biological clock in his body.

He fell asleep leaning against the wall in the reception area of ​​Konoha's mansion last night.The memories before being completely overwhelmed by sleepiness, the only thing that was clear were some business files handed to him by Senshou Zhujian.

Uchiha and Senju have formed an alliance for less than a month so far, but the construction progress of Konoha Village is very fast, and now it is almost to the point where people can live.

Madara saw the dossier that fell asleep unknowingly last night. The specific content was the application and requirements of families, large and small, invited by the Senju Uchiha Alliance to settle in Konoha.

Thinking of those miscellaneous requirements for the new family residence, Daquan picked up the scroll that had slipped from his hand and fell to the ground without changing his face, picked up a pen and scratched some excessive requirements, and was too lazy to give specific instructions, but After closing, it is ready to be handed directly to the column room.

Hashirama will understand what I mean when he sees this.

Uchiha Madara, who knew that his best friend would not be sloppy in this kind of thing and was sure to understand his true meaning, sat on the ground and moved his back muscles that were a little stiff and sore due to poor sleeping posture, and stretched out his wearing The black gloved hand opened the sliding door.

The sky suddenly brightened.

Outside the door, there is a well-maintained and exquisite Japanese-style garden.

A light fragrance flowed into the dull room with the morning breeze.

The black-haired Uchiha Patriarch narrowed his eyes to adapt to the sudden bright light, and then stared at the blooming Yae Sakura in the garden in the twilight morning light sprinkled on his body.

When I saw it last night, it seemed that the branches were only decorated with pale pink flower buds.

After the night passed silently, Kazuki cherry blossoms quietly bloomed in the tired night when Madara fell asleep unknowingly.

Like light-colored clouds falling on the branches, soft and beautiful like brocade.When the cool breeze blows, the flowers will ripple slightly like the ocean, and then the pink snow will fall silently, petal by petal, never ending.

Madara just admires the beauty of the cherry blossoms.

Uchiha's old house is also full of cherry trees. Madara has been used to seeing the beautiful scenery since he was a child, and he also understands the buried bones under it, and dismisses the beauty that is too fragile like a bubble.

It's another one who likes to watch.

"Quanna..."

Madara muttered the name unconsciously, as if her younger brother was still alive.

When the cherry blossoms are blooming, Madara and Quanna sit on the promenade of the old house, and the two drink wine and enjoy the cherry blossoms together during missions and wars. That is a rare leisure time for the Uchiha brothers.

Madara stared at all this with sore, eyes that once belonged to her brother.

A strange poignancy welled up in his heart.

Madara once said with a smile that "I like wine more than flowers".Now alone seeing Feng Fuixue's splendor and elegance, Madara still understands one thing: Whether he likes flowers or wine, the loved ones who were by his side will never come back.

Madara sat on the porch, recalling his younger brother's voice and smile, silently looking at the cherry blossoms.

It wasn't until the morning light gradually shone that he barely suppressed the sadness and hatred in his heart, stood up and walked into the courtyard.

The place where Madara is now is naturally not the old family land of the Uchiha family, but a mansion specially allocated to him by Senjubashima inside Konoha.The layout is according to Madara's preference, and the courtyard he designed impatiently is all handled by Hashima himself, which is unexpectedly meticulous.

This cherry blossom tree must have been planted by a close friend who took time out of his busy schedule.

It should be because of the layout of Uchiha's old house.That guy from Hashirama is always paying attention in strange places.

Although thinking this way, Uchiha Madara didn't mean to dislike it, but showed the first smile of the day.

He has been the eldest son of the patriarch since he was born, and he is cautious in his words and deeds in the family.War, death, and the responsibility of the patriarch have made him wild and cruel, but his gentle side is only shown to a few people.

Now among the few people, there is only one Qianshou Zhujian left.

Quan Nai was killed by Senshou Feijian.The reason why Madara finally violated his younger brother's last wish and also formed an alliance with the Senju family who killed so many people is precisely the common ideal that he and Hashirama have had since they became friends when they were young, the ideal of peace and the desire to end the war.

Madara originally buried this dream deeply in his heart because of the thoughts of his clan and his younger brother, but Hashirama, who had invited him to form an alliance countless times on the battlefield, made his hope unable to die.

After Senna left, Madara was so sad that he almost went crazy, but it was Hashirama who woke him up again.

It was Hashirama who defeated him.The man had no hesitation in choosing the most altruistic of the two demands—suicide.

At that moment, Madara finally understood that as long as his ideal can be realized, Hashirama can give anything, and the first thing to bear the brunt is his own life.

I have lost so much.Madara lay on the ground, thinking numbly.In the final analysis, both Quanna and his father died because of the war, as did he and his younger brothers who died young in Zhuma.Now that Madara has only his close friend Hashirama left besides the Uchiha clan, how can he let Hashirama die on the eve of the dawn of peace?

Although, the death of Senju Zhuma is the best way to check and balance the Senju family, so that the Uchiha family that lost Quanna can be evenly matched with the Senju family again.

Senshou Zhujian committed suicide by his own choice, and no one else can comment on it.Undoubtedly, this is also the best revenge for Qian Shou Fei Jian——

But at that moment, Madara's emotions still prevailed over reason.Only at that moment of lightning and flint, he didn't understand why, but instinctively grabbed the hand of Senshou Zhujian who was about to commit suicide.

"Enough, I have already felt your sincerity."

Madara who said that was more tired than ever.

He understood what he gave up and what he achieved.

In Hashirama's bright eyes, which were still full of tears, he saw a faint light that belonged to the future.

This is Konoha today.

The rock wall that he and Hashirama used to compete with each other, the forest they overlooked when they laughed and talked about their innocent dreams.

The forest land was cleared of trees, and the foundation of the village they named as Muye Village was reclaimed. The houses with wooden and stone structures popped up like mushrooms after the rain. The forests stood on this land, and the prototype of the village was formed.

This is the product of his and Hashirama's dreams, the place where peace is made in this era.

Uchiha Madara walked to the street, quietly examining everything here with these eyes.

There are still very few ninjas stationed in Konoha Village now, and only a part of Senju and Uchiha have been relocated, but the core leadership has already lived in the mansion in the village to do things, including Senju Bashirama and Senjuban two brothers.

With the flow of people, there will naturally be business.

There are already several shops in operation on the street, daily necessities stores, restaurants and other daily shops. Although it looks a bit depressed, it is not difficult to imagine this street when looking at the closed shops that have begun to install signboards. The prosperity after that.

Madara, traveling alone in her high-necked Uchiha robe, didn't attract anyone's attention.

In the initial stage of building the village, there was a lot of waste to be done, and the elites of all ninja clans were in a hurry. They had a lot of things to do, and no one would pay special attention to whether there was a ninja Shura who was famous in the ninja world among the people walking on the street .

Madara didn't care either.

The first priority now is to settle lunch. After eating, I can go to Hokage Building to find Hashirama to deliver the scroll.

Madara lifted the noren curtain of an izakaya she frequented recently, and walked in.

To his surprise, the people standing inside the table were not the boss who had seen some familiar faces in the past few days, but two unfamiliar faces that he had never seen before.

Madara narrowed her pupils slightly, and looked sharply at these two strange youths who had never met in the village or on the battlefield.

One has white hair similar to Qianshoubeijian, with light brown skin, tall and tall, looking down at the menu, with a handsome but cold face, steel-grey eyes and lightning-shaped eyebrows that match inexplicably; the other One has rare long blue hair, very bright in color, tied into a thin bundle at the back of the neck, looking at Madara with bright red pupils, then showing a hearty smile with canine teeth, and greeted naturally:

"My guest, is there anything you want?"

The clothing styles of these two people are very strange, which is out of tune with this place.Madara has seen people from many places because of missions over the years, but none of them have similar styles of dress... If it is a ninja who has settled in recently, it is not at all similar.Madara, who had just read the relevant files, knew very well that the two in front of him did not belong to any of the families that had already settled in—not to mention that they didn't even have family emblems on their clothes.

Suspicion suddenly arose in my heart, but Madara didn't show any clues.

He strolled in, neither asking where the boss was nor who the two people in front of him were, but calmly sat down at the table where he usually sat, and ordered calmly:

"I want a bean curd sushi."

This time it was the white-haired man who said in a low voice, "Doubi sushi, I understand. Please wait a moment."

He raised his steel-gray pupils to look at Madara, and after a quick answer, he gathered all the materials behind the counter, washed his fingers, and started to make it on the spot.

The white-haired young man put the steamed white rice into a bowl to cool down, then skillfully prepared sweet and sour sauce with vinegar, sugar and salt, mixed it into the rice, and sprinkled white sesame seeds while mixing.Afterwards, cover the rice with a half-wet cloth towel, put it aside and let it cool naturally again, then roll it back and forth on the fried tofu with chopsticks, press them flat and carefully cut one side with a knife, and then use your fingers The fried tofu in the middle is unfolded into pocket-shaped bean curds, and quickly drained in boiling water to squeeze out the water. After that, put the fried tofu in the mixture of juice, mirin, sugar and soy sauce and cook for a while, then fish again Squeeze it out, dip your hands in salt water, stuff the cooled rice into it, knead it into a nice shape, and place it on a plate one by one.

Madara has been staring at this process without blinking, thinking that this guy is pretty decent at making bean curd sushi.

At this moment, what he didn't expect was that the curtain of the izakaya was lifted again, and the voice of the entrant was the first to catch everyone:

"spot!"