[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] short story

Is it the same as two beasts who are insatiable and shameless?It seems that those fiery passions can no longer be imagined by this aging body, so he seems to have become a third party who has nothing to do with it. He can lament the enthusiasm and blindness of his youth, and lament that he once believed so lightly in a man destined to be enemy -

No, not so.

He walked slowly to the phantom of the man.

That was never blind.They just ignore the inevitable end and indulge their bodies for a brief moment.Did Hashirama believe that this could save him?Was he trying to mask the undeniable truth with this simple passion?

"You know."

He whispered, the false pain in his chest manifested his existence due to the accelerated heartbeat.

"I love you, and you do too."

And that's—can't change anything.

At the moment when the words left him, he finally felt that fact clearly again.

Hashirama has been dead for a long time.

That was many years ago.

Few people can associate Senjujuma with death.He is too powerful—whether it is the unique wooden escape or the admirable vitality, it is difficult to match. While respecting him, the ninjas can't help feeling that he has surpassed the scope of ordinary people.But that death was certain.

He didn't know about it until a month after Hashirama's death.

Konoha will not publicize the death of the first Hokage.At that time, the flames of war were on the verge of breaking out, and no one wanted to announce that they had lost a strong support at this time.And he only occasionally heard this fact from the ninja's conversation when he sneaked into the country of fire.

So he went back to Konoha to check the cemetery in Hashirama—it was not a condolence, but a confirmation of vigilance.Compared with the reputation of the ninja god, the cemetery is too simple, and the real corpse of the man must not be among them—the Thousand Hands must be trying to decipher the secret that Mu Dun has been lost again.He sneered coldly at the fact, and then turned away, keeping it all in his mind as pure fact and intelligence.

He knew Hashirama was dead.

But because "Hashirama" is always hovering beside him, he never really understands this fact.

The shimmering light outlines the appearance of Senshou Bashirama.His youth is like a mirror reflecting Uchiha Madara's oldness and decline.He once hated and was jealous, but in the end he had no choice but to accept the curse.But now he finally understood that it was death that fixed Hashirama's image.He may still be black-haired and as strong as ever, but that's because he's dead.

There was no way Madara had ever seen a decrepit or aged Hashirama.

You are already dead, but I am still alive.

He spoke silently.Those countless years suddenly seemed to be solid at this moment, and the huge weight almost crushed him.He felt his heart throbbing in pain, and the place on his shoulder that was once implanted with flesh and blood was almost burning. His breathing became involuntarily rapid, and the focus of his sight drifted from far to near.

In that trance-like sight, "Hashirama" gradually approached him.

I am very happy.I finally don't have to be hostile to you anymore, we can realize our dreams together.

Words from long ago lingered.He stretched out his hand subconsciously, and was held by a gentle force.He wasn't sure if it was his hallucination, because "Hashirama" leaned over him the next moment and kissed his shoulder.

The burning pain disappeared.

The heartbeat also gradually returned to a calm rhythm.

He gasped, aware of the hallucination-like pain and the phantom between the pillars going away from him.He closed his eyes tightly, and it took him a long time to open them again.

He felt a power he had never had before.

He withdrew his finger that had fallen into the void, and swiped away the illusory warmth attached to it—there was no need to indulge in false illusions.He pushed away everything about Qianshou Zhujian, then got up resolutely, and walked towards the deep darkness.

Nothing can stop him now.

And to what extent can the resurrected dead tell their truth?No one who looks back can avoid being seized by a sense of closure.The love and hate in the past have been obliterated by time, like flowers caught in a thick book, leaving only a vague appearance.

Now he can declare to the ninjas many years later, peacefully, firmly, and without any doubt:

"The world in Hashirama is wrong."

It was as if the only man he had pursued and tried to deny so far was that one man.

The End.

7. Today Naraba

Now

Senjujuma always felt that when he first met Uchiha Madara, he had known him for a long time.

It was a divine power.

Although Hashirama is young, he has very old-fashioned hobbies (Taijianyu), not like a modern person, but rather like an older soul born in the wrong generation.But no matter how the younger brothers in the family make fun of him, Hashirama himself is still self-willed, as always, and doesn't seem to mind what others think.Although Senju Buddhama's original intention was for him to inherit the family business, Hashirama himself didn't want to do this. He has been writing since he graduated from the literature department at university, and soon won the newcomer award of a certain club. He debuted as a newcomer writer. The career of a novelist has gone down a single path.This made it difficult for his father to say anything.

And Hashirama continued to live his leisurely life: visiting historical sites, reading, and writing.He was invited by the magazine to write a series of Noh manuscripts before, so when his editor happened to get a ticket for Mikamino, he changed hands and gave it to Hashirama.

"I don't see the fun either, I'd better leave it to the teacher."

"Just don't let me write manuscripts." Hashirama joked.

Ojinneng has the nature of enshrining the gods, and the selected plays are often related to the gods enshrined in the shrine.As a branch of Itsukushima Shrine, the first choice of repertoire is naturally "Atsushi".

The Shishou of that day was a young actor from the Uchiha family: the son of Uchiha Tajima, the head of the family.Unlike Uchiha Tajima, who is well-known and known as a national treasure in the world, this new actor is still inexperienced and has not yet made a name for himself in the Noh theater world. Therefore, Hashirama still held some doubts, worrying that his skills were not yet mature. .

And the truth is just the opposite.

On the blank stage, the youth danced slowly and precisely.Even if everything is hidden behind the face that can't convey any expression, Hashirama can't stagger half of the line of sight, just like the clear sadness and joy between the fluttering sleeves, the unfolded folding fan and the subtle movements, it is also unstoppable Suppressed things sad.

Amidst the mixed drumbeats, lingering flute sounds and Huan Zifang's singing, he stared at the officials on the stage as if he was haunted.

--who's that person?

Even though he had seen the cast list before entering the venue, the name seemed to have passed through his mind, and he couldn't be picked up by the fingers of memory no matter what.This loss turned into a small anxiety, as if once you can't remember, you will lose something important.

After the performance, the head of the Uchiha seldom re-appeared with the samurai of the day.The young man in black stripes raised his long hair uncontrollably, his seemingly well-behaved etiquette couldn't conceal the overly sharp and unruly eyes.

At that moment, Hashirama suddenly remembered the name that had disappeared from memory for a short time, like a thunder of revelation exploding above the heads of the heroes in the epic, the three syllables rolled silently on the tip of the tongue, like a well-known prayer .

spot.

He called silently, as if calling a long-lost friend.At this time, the eyes of the young people on the stage swept over unintentionally, and briefly collided with the Qianshou Zhujian in the audience.

That was their first encounter.

A long time later, Hashirama and Madara talked about that meeting.He said that you may not remember, after all, you were on stage and I was off stage at that time, so there was no reason for you to see me.Moreover, the expression "it seems that we have known each other for a long time" is really too old-fashioned to strike up a conversation.

At that time, Madara was sitting on the veranda of Uchiha's old house, with his hands wrapped in the sleeves of his yukata, and his long hair was pulled back carelessly because of the hot summer, which looked a bit like a pineapple from a distance.He was originally fairer than Hashirama, but he seemed to emerge from the dark under the light green shade, so Hashirama couldn't take his eyes off, so he had to talk about the previous things casually, thinking that if Madara made fun of him, maybe he would The embarrassment is over.

However, Madara didn't sneer or sneer as he expected, but just said: What if this is really the case?

"Impossible. If I've seen Madara, it's absolutely impossible to forget."

Hashirama said.

A gust of wind came, and the small iron wind chimes under the eaves jingled twice.Madara gave him a brief, tangled glance at that statement.Hashirama couldn't understand the meaning in that look for a while, but he shuddered involuntarily, as if he realized he forgot to bring the key when he was about to slam the door, or suddenly found that there was a whole chapter to take on the morning of the exam I didn't read the content.

But he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Blaze didn't say anything more.His hair was not tied well, and it was uncomfortable to sit on, so his head was always tilted from side to side.So Hashirama forgot about the previous incident, and asked, "Do you want to retie your hair?" Then, without waiting for the young man's consent, he leaned over and untied the hair tie.

A big pile of hair fell down, and it looked very hot in this summer just by looking at it.Madara shook his head uncomfortably, and stopped Hashirama's plan to braid his hair with one sentence:

"Cut it off."

"So suddenly?"

"It's too hot." Madara said it as a matter of course, as if many days ago