[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] short story

"[Naruto] [Pillar Madara] Short Story" Author: Funeral of the Dead

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Madara┃Supporting role: Senju Tobema, Uchiha Izumi┃Others:

1. Snow toon

Snow camellia

"The one who stays is probably more miserable."

一

As the morning approached, it was snowing outside.

For the sake of the health of the sick people in the room, the sliding door has already been tightly closed, only a little dim blue light is reflected from the lattice, floating faintly in the room.After staring at it for a long time, even the lines on the opposite jacket shovel became blurred.No one opened the door for him, but Hashirama noticed immediately that it was snowing outside.

The moment the snow falls, the air is always cold and quiet.The delicate chill stuck to the skin, but it was moist and kind, like a hand that came over and landed on his cheek from a long time ago.

Hashirama sat up.The body was still clumsy and heavy, but the pain that was gnawing at the muscles and bones at that time seemed to be calmed down by the cold.He put on the coat that was draped over the quilt, got up slowly, and walked out.

At this time, the Thousand Hands House was extremely quiet.It was very late at night, and even the one who had been pressed by official business recently and could only stay for a short time even when he came to visit him, he might have already fallen asleep beside the pile of official documents.Thinking about the whole Konoha, there is only a little bit of light from the street lamp at this time.

At that moment, Zhujian suddenly wanted to go to the shadow rock and take a look at the leaves in the snow.Just thinking of the possible haste and panic of his family members, he finally brushed the snow that fell into the corridor and sat down cross-legged.

There is a camellia planted in the courtyard, with luxuriant branches and leaves, almost occupying half of the courtyard. It was specially sent by the daimyo of the country of fire when Konoha was first established.The gift is placed in a box decorated with five-color silk thread, and when it is opened, it is a seedling.There was a hint of arrogance in the messenger's eyes, and he said, when the toon flower falls, the whole flower falls to the ground, so the warriors think it is an unlucky thing, I think you ninjas have no such scruples.

At that time, Madara raised his eyebrows, and a little red light flashed in his eyes.Hashirama felt that the camellia would turn into dead firewood if he let it go, so he stepped forward to hold the seedlings in his hands, and said: The so-called good and bad when the flowers bloom and wither, are nothing but mediocrity.

As he said, he squatted down and put the camellia on the ground. In a blink of an eye, the seedlings rose up, branches and leaves scattered, and in an instant, countless white flowers bloomed.

Madara didn't look at the messenger's face that was almost as pale as the petals, but just looked at the flower and smiled.

Hashirama knew that Yu Madara probably meant joy.

Later, Konoha was built, and this camellia came into the house of Qianshou.In the first year of flowering, the camellia tree bloomed again. When Hashirama came home, he saw a Uchiha lying lazily on the porch, shaking the wine bottle in his hand.

——Where did you go again?

Hashirama walked up to him and sat down, and saw only a wine glass resting on the tray in front of Madaratou.Madara didn't mind, and poured the wine for him, saying: "It tastes good."

When Madara leaned closer, Hashirama smelled a bloody smell.He thought for a while, and said: You should do the most difficult task today.

Just a little thing.

Madara smiled nonchalantly, as if a glass of wine in front of her was worth more attention than the brutal fight.

I think the wine in this store is good.

Hashirama knew that this probably meant "you should like it".He smiled, took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, which was really smooth.

delicious.He praised it sincerely.

Madara closed her eyes and ignored him.The early winter sun shone warmly on the edge porch, and he was tired after all the running back.Hashirama saw that he was uncomfortable with his neck propped in the air, so he sat closer and let him lean on his lap.Madara then leaned over.

His hair, always messy, was softer than it looked.Hashirama stretched out his hand to touch it, and began to study the principle of the other party's messy hair. After touching it, Madara couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his hand to push him away, but Hashirama grabbed his hand and kissed him.

It was the refreshing aroma of wine, accompanied by a slight smell of blood.

two

In fact, Hashirama is not as worried about his physical condition as others.At least a few days ago, he took his little granddaughter to a nearby casino in good spirits—they were welcomed by the audience as soon as they entered the door, and there were four words printed in the eyes of the dealer and the people watching the venue:

Here comes the fat sheep.

Of course, no one really dared to kill Hokage's first generation.Hashirama hugged Tsunade on her lap like a usual kind old man, stuffed the dice into her chubby little hand, and said try throwing it.

Tsunade seemed to understand and threw it out.

Two points.

It seems that your granddaughter is really in the same line as you.The dealer said sweating.

Hashirama said: There is no way, luck is used in key places.Bad luck at the casino.

In the end, they didn't stay in the casino for too long before they were found by the Thousand Hands.When the two walked in the door hand in hand, they saw Uzumaki Mito sitting on the front porch, smiling kindly: Are you back?

Ah ha ha.Hashirama laughed rather guiltyly.Isn't the weather looking good today?

Usually, this kind of excuse cannot escape Mito's preaching to him to take care of his health.But this time the red-haired ninja just watched him quietly.What he didn't say out of the mouth tugged gently on his heart.

It won't happen again next time.

He ended up taking the promise quite seriously.

So no matter how much Hashirama wants to go to the shadow rock to have a look at Konoha now, he is just sitting on the porch at home, watching the camellia that is gradually covered by snow.

At the current age, it is long enough for a ninja.At least Hashirama himself was satisfied.But if this kind of thinking is known, it will only get a severe reprimand.Always having his own opinion, Tobima, who is slick and slick, only shows a little bit of panic belonging to his "brother" when talking about this topic. He said, big brother, don't think too much.You have the body of a fairy, and you have a wooden escape—at least you have to watch Tsunade grow up.

Bashirama didn't say much.

It's always good to have hope.

And he has been holding on to this hope for a long time.

Even though Konoha's medical level is ahead of the five countries, it has not been able to find out what kind of disease Hashirama is suffering from.His once plentiful chakra was almost exhausted at this time, like a bowl with cracks, gradually revealing all the vitality contained in it.Someone whispered in private that it was inconceivable that he was still alive.

Actually, that's probably it.

Hashirama felt that he had died at a certain moment long ago, and what remained after that was just an empty shell called "Thousand-handed Hashirama".Since Konoha still needed him, he had to stay here and wait—as long as he wanted, he could allow himself to stay as long as possible.The only thing is, how long can he force himself to persevere like this.He knew about this matter, and Mito knew it, and many people were vaguely aware of it, but no one dared to say it.

Presumably only Hashirama herself knew exactly that particular moment.

The moment he plunged the knife into Uchiha Madara's heart, he was seized by an irreversible sense of finality.It was as if something had left the core of his body, decisively, silently, never to return.

How wonderful.

Judging from the results, it is obvious that he killed Uchiha Madara.

three

Around the time Hashirama became Hokage, Madara gradually became estranged from him.

This was not noticed by the careless Hashirama at first.One day, he came home exhausted from the office and saw a tree of snow-colored camellias in full bloom, and suddenly realized that someone who often came to drink and enjoy the flowers hadn't appeared for a long time.This realization made his heart sink.Without hesitation, he left the courtyard and turned towards Uchiha Mansion.

Hashirama came to Uchiha without warning, but it was not a rare thing in the past. During the honeymoon period after the alliance between the two races, Hashirama did come to disturb him often-you can’t expect Madara to come to Uchiha every time. door to door.And he does have a lot of things to discuss with Madara.

But later Konoha's family became more and more, and more and more things needed to be coordinated, and it was no longer just a problem between Senju and Uchiha.But Madara is not impatient with all the meeting forms, and simply assigns assistants to attend each time, in the euphemistic name of training newcomers.As a result, Hashirama sees Madara less and less—and the times when he can go to Madara become less and less.

this is not right.Hashirama thought, a little annoyed why he didn't find out earlier.

However, when he walked into the Uchiha house, he still got some surprised eyes.The young clansman said that Madara was at the clan's shrine...yes, he's always been there lately.

Hashirama froze for a moment, then heard a familiar voice behind him.

Hashirama, are you here?

He turned around and saw Madara dressed in black.Maybe it's been so long since we haven't seen each other, so that the first time I saw Madara, I felt a little strange—or in other words, it was the expression in those eyes that seemed to be thinking about something, which made people feel different from Madara before. It's not the same anymore.

You haven't come to drink recently, and you haven't come to meetings.Hashirama became habitually depressed while talking,——when was the last time I saw you...

Why are you still like this? !Madara frowned when he saw him like this, and reached out to pick up Hokage-sama who had started to grow mushrooms.

Don't you know come to me?

Hashirama knew that this was probably just a complaint.He clasped his hands together in an apologetic gesture: I've been really dizzy recently.

snort. ...Have you had dinner yet?

The main dish of Uchiha's house is bean curd sushi-I don't know if it is to satisfy Madara's taste or just in time.Miso soup and asazuke are also delicious.Hashirama eat