[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

If it can only stop here, she will probably feel regretful.

It is still far from reaching Cheng's preset end point. If the fate with this world ends so abruptly, Cheng will leave a deep regret in her heart... no matter where she went later.

Could it be the same for Madara and Quanna?

"They should be used to goodbyes."

Cheng could not convince himself with these words.

In the world of the living, people come with nothing, walking alone in the dust, and every encounter with others is a gift, and then they learn to have it, and then they start to be attached to it, but this is the kindling of pain. After losing, people will realize that the cruelest part is not the moment of farewell...

It's that I, who has been deprived of important things, still have to continue walking in this world.

How will my death affect their path?

Cheng couldn't help thinking about it.

Will the gentle Quanna blame herself for this inevitable accident?What about Madara?Will there be anyone who can support and understand his ideals in the future?

"If you are worried, go and see for yourself."

A voice suddenly broke through the chaos, and Cheng's consciousness came to her senses. She found that she was standing in a boundless pure white space, besides herself, there was a phantom in front of her that was gradually solidifying.

It was an old man in white robes whose appearance was very different from that of ordinary people, his eyes showed a swirl pattern, which was different from any of the characteristics of blood inheritance that Cheng knew.

"I'm Otsutsuki Yuromo...or in other words, the name Sage of the Six Paths is more familiar to you."

"...Is it the legendary Six Paths Sage who is the ancestor of Ninja sect?" She said, "Although I was very surprised to see you...but this is the first time for me to stay in the original place after death world."

"You're not dead yet."

Cheng revealed a surprised expression, and Hagoromo continued.

"My chakra has kept your body at the moment of death. From the perspective of others, you are probably in a near-death coma... But I also know that you do not belong to the soul here, so Doing may be your bondage."

He walked towards Cheng slowly.

"However, you once made such a wish."

Cheng remembered the bell ringing when she passed the torii gate, at this time the old man stopped in front of her and raised his hand.

"So, next, it's up to your will to decide how the future will unfold."

His fingers lightly touched Cheng's forehead, as if a huge force washed her whole body, the surrounding scene was instantly shattered like glass, and when she opened her eyes again, what appeared in front of her was a completely different scene.

Now Cheng is not standing on the ground, her soul is floating, overlooking everything that is happening below.

As a spirit body, she couldn't catch the flying sand particles, and couldn't smell the mixed smell of blood and iron.

But what the eyes told her was enough.

What exists on the ground at this moment is the battlefield.

"spot!"

The slash from Madara was not delayed by Hashirama's call, Hashirama had no choice but to leap away to avoid this merciless blow.

"I didn't come here to fight you...!"

Madara laughed at his words.

"Look behind you, Hashirama."

Hashirama was stunned for a moment, and looking back, Madara's first attack became the signal for the start of the battle. At some point, the clansmen of the two sides had already fought together.

It's no different than any previous time.

"You are the only one with naive thoughts."

Madara told him that there was no expression on his face, and every line was cold and tense.

However, Senshou Zhuma still tried hard to find traces of the boy beside Nanga River who told him his ideals on that face.

"Madara, I know this is a naive idea—" Facing Madara's blade, he just backed down blindly, "But don't we both believe that it will be realized one day?!!"

"What kind of fantasy do you still have in your heart until now! Hashirama!!"

At the distance where the blades intersected, Hashirama could see that Madara's eyes were blood red.

The emotion in those eyes was too intense, but beyond the burning flame of hatred, Hashirama saw something deeper than that, a heavy mourning from the soul.

"It's the Thousand Hands!! It took away the person I swore to protect!!"

This deep sorrow almost shocked Hashirama, and at this moment he suddenly realized the weakness of his own words.

The next time Madara swung the sword, Hashirama faced him straight up, raised the sword to meet it with all his strength, the blow from Hashirama had a huge power beyond ordinary people's imagination, this impact bounced the two of them away, and also delayed Madara's attack.

"All Thousand Hands—"

The Chakra between the pillars suddenly spread out, and his voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Stop fighting! Get behind me!!"

His power was like a torrent rolling from the sky, shocking everyone on the battlefield.

Quan Nai's sword was half a minute slower, Tomona looked at him silently, left the battle without hesitation, and went to where Hashirama was, Quan Na chased after him.

In a very short time, the ninjas gathered around Hashirama and Madara, and tensely confronted each other according to their camps.

"What else do you want to do, Senju Bashirama?"

Madara said.

"What I want to do has never changed...I just hate why I didn't make up my mind sooner."

Hashirama closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only unshakable firmness and determination in his eyes.

"Let's make an alliance, Madara."

Madara was silent for a moment, and the anger in his chest burned even more.

"Why do you have the courage to say such things at this moment."

"I understand your anger, and I know that I have no position to make such a request... But, Madara, this kind of thinking has been going on for too long, so none of us took that step, and the dispute has continued to this day— —”

Hashirama let go of his hand, and Tomona watched his weapon fall to the ground with a shocked expression.

"Big Brother!!!"

"Brother! Don't be fooled by Qianshou's rhetoric!!"

Hashirama ignored the commotion and continued.

"As long as I can appease your anger, I am willing to pay the corresponding price, as long as you can agree to the alliance request..."

"You said, the price."

Madara said.

"I have no interest in killing you, Hashirama—what can your death change?"

You are dead, can you make her open her eyes, stand in front of me, and smile at me again?

"Your death is clearly useless, so what right do you have to say that this is the price—"

"spot……"

"She did nothing wrong."

The blood in his eyes gradually showed pain and madness.

"She has never seen a battlefield, and she has never had anyone's blood on her hands... If there is a gentle and innocent existence in the world, it will not be anyone other than her."

If I can realize a new world where people can understand each other, as I once hoped, there will be a corner built specifically to shelter her happiness.

Now, a corner of Madara's ideal collapsed because of her, and the whole world collapsed with it.

"Why, she must die!!"

"That child shouldn't have died," Hashirama said, "precisely because I don't think that child has any reason to suffer misfortune, so I regret it so much, why didn't I end everything before that... Madara, I don't want to see it again More deaths like this."

He takes a step forward.

"So, in order to realize a future where that child can be happy too..."

He said.

——"Let's form an alliance."

"..."

Madara looked at Hashirama's face, and suddenly remembered the time when they talked to each other many years ago.

"Who should be responsible for the misfortune she has suffered?"

"Then kill me..."

Madara interrupted Hashirama.

"Let the murderer pay with blood."

His eyes fell on Feima, his expression indifferent.

Hashirama also immediately understood what he meant, and subconsciously tried to stop him.

"No, he..."

"Big brother."

Tomona stepped out and drew the knife.

He stared at the blade, as if feeling some kind of weight, and then he looked straight into Madara's eyes.

"Can Senju really coexist peacefully with Uchiha... I still doubt it."

Said between the doors.

"But, I accept."

It's just because of her.

"Before I kill myself, there is something I want to know." He asked, "When she left..."

There was a pause between the doors, and then he continued slowly.

"Cheng, did you shed tears because of the pain?"

A handful of kunai was thrown violently, and the door was only slightly turned towards the face, and a bloodstain was drawn.

"You are not qualified to call her by her name, Thousand Hands."

As Quanna said, she looked around Senshou's ninjas coldly, and finally fixed her eyes on Hashirama.

"I can't accept this result, stepping on her blood to meet your so-called peace."

"Uchiha Izumi." Tokama said calmly, "How much do you know about her wishes?"

"I will kill you with my own hands, Thousand Hands! Return our grievances, together with her pain - I want to end everything with suicide..." Quan Nai's pupils trembled because of strong emotions, "It's too easy!"

"She's still alive."

Madara spoke suddenly.

Fei Jianshu was shocked by this sentence, and immediately looked up at him.

"Therefore, I cannot yet make the choice for her," he said. "If she dies..."

Madara glanced at Hashirama.

"That's immortality."

"...Did they think so?"

Cheng said to himself.

"Why, Madara, didn't you have such a wish in the past..."

"You understand."

Yuyi stood beside her, becoming the second bystander that no one could see.

"Uchiha has a strong love. When that feeling turns into hatred, it probably can only be stopped after burning everything."

"Yeah..." She was stunned, "I know this, so I wanted to be a guidepost to prevent them from going astray."

"Then get out of here and go see the present."

Hagoromo raised his cane, and the scene of the battlefield in front of the two began to fall away, and Cheng found himself back in the Uchiha clan.

Then, she saw her pale, dead body, and Quanna's back.

Cheng turned around again, Yuyi was gone, it was difficult for Cheng to think about his disappearance, and her attention could not be taken away from Quan Nai.

Cheng approached him from behind and couldn't help but reach out to him.

"Cheng."

His voice made Cheng stop his movements.

But then, she discovered that Quanna had not discovered her spirit body.

Quanna gently held Cheng's hand who was in a coma.

"That day, I was not injured... Even in the subsequent battle, I managed to restrain my emotions."

he said lightly.

"However, the limit is almost reached."

"Will you still talk to me?"

"Cheng, I told you."

"No matter what kind of wish you have, I will fulfill it for you."

"So, please don't..."

His voice choked.

"Quinai."

Cheng hugged him from behind.

"It's okay, Senna, I'm right here."

But this hug in the void cannot be known to him after all.

Senna stood up and walked out.

When the door was opened again, it was Madara who came.

He sat down beside "Cheng" and checked her heartbeat and pulse.

Cheng guessed that he probably didn't get the desired result, otherwise he wouldn't have tried so many times before slowly withdrawing his hand.

Madara stayed there alone, quietly, for a long time.

"Cheng."

... After a long time, Cheng almost missed his whisper calling her.

Just a little bit, she was about to miss the moment when the tear fell.

It slid across the man's cheek, fell, penetrated Cheng's fingers, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Annihilated like a hallucination.

"As an outsider who is excluded from this world, you should not have a natural blood connection with anyone in this world... It is just my own idea to make you a Uchiha race."

"If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't have met them...so I'm thankful."

"Have you decided yet?"

"Yes, however briefly, I must go back to them."

"Then, go back."

Otsutsuki Hagoromo casts the pupil technique, and at the same time wraps her soul with his own chakra and sends it back to her body.

"This time...maybe it will bring about a different ending."

Madara didn't know how long he had been by her side, but maybe, it had been a long time.

During this time, the words Hashirama said to him flashed repeatedly in his mind, but as long as his eyes touched the girl's pale cheeks, those words he believed would open up hope now only made him feel deep despair .

"Well……"

The girl suddenly groaned, she seemed to be enduring great pain, curled up and trembled slightly.

"Cheng?!"

Madara immediately leaned down and inserted his hand between her fingers to prevent her nails from scratching his palm.

Her hands were so cold that even chakra couldn't warm her up.

Madara could feel her vital signs fading.

"Cheng, can you hear me?"

he whispered.

"Don't go."

Cheng trembled violently, she struggled, and once again, opened her eyes.

"……spot."

Her voice had never been so hoarse and weak.

"I, I went on a short trip...but because I miss you, I came back here again."

She raised her hand with difficulty and stroked the other person's face.

Madara embraced her, closed her eyes, and felt the sound of her heartbeat gradually becoming clearer.

"spot."

she says.

"The so-called ideal is probably something that is hard to reach... But its remoteness must be because its beauty is beyond people's imagination."

"Remote is by no means unreachable—but, when a new path appears, no matter what, you have to take that step."

Finally, the girl whispered in his ear.

——"Let's form an alliance."