[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] short story

It is a calm face.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and after a while, an untimely thunderstorm poured down.

"It's good that you don't remember."

Madara used these words as a summary of the past.

They sat side by side under the eaves of the temple, watching the rain roll down from the eaves in silver threads.In fact, those stories in the past are complicated and complicated, but simple and extremely simple: hatred and love are intertwined, and short-term cooperation is not worth the difference of ideals.When the last one died, the other died many years later, and now, their ideals have long since become irrelevant in the passage of time, and no one remembers this history.Except for a rural legend, there is nothing to witness the endless blood and tears and great ideals of the past era.

"When did you remember that?" Hashirama couldn't help asking.

"It was very early. In fact, it's not like a memory, it's more like watching someone else's dream." Madara said, his face looked flat under the dim light, just like a Noh actor facing the state directly, "Now I don't want to think about it anymore. Wake up. . . Times have changed."

Hashirama reached out and took Madara's hand.The wars and displacements that Madara mentioned are like a novel, but he is not surprised.The suspicious iceberg came out of the water and gradually melted.

Now there is no more war in this world, there is no need for such painful questioning and giving up, and there is no need for moths to throw themselves into a final plan that does not exist.Now they can sit here, sit together as lovers, and look back at the stories of the past in peace.

"At that time, the reason for having long hair was...?"

"Will it be easier to recognize?" Madara said with a smile, "I was so young at that time. I didn't expect you to forget."

Hashirama gripped his hand a little harder.

"Sorry. I'm late."

"It's not too late," Madara said, "...not too late. Now."

Either you come to me, or I find you.

no matter where.where.

We can all find each other.

Until now, only this will not change.

And that's enough.

Not long after they waited there, the rain stopped.The two walked out of the temple, and the aroma of the earth after the new rain became rich.The mountain forest has washed away a layer of dust, and it looks more green and lovely, but the rain clouds that have not dissipated are still lingeringly wrapped around the half waist of the distant mountain.

"Will there be a rainbow?"

"If the sun comes out."

They gossip casually.And the sun did come out from behind the clouds: the brilliant light embraced them gently, shaking off all the shadows of the past.Hashirama and Madara stood together, overlooking the valley, as if wanting to hold all the rolling mountains in his chest.After a long time, he turned around and called Madara solemnly.

His lover stood there, casting a slightly questioning look.

And the young novelist saluted respectfully.

"Please teach me more in this life."

The End.