[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] short story

Same face.With his eyes closed, his breathing was so soft it was barely audible, and it was only by holding his hand that Madara knew he was alive.Someone came in to see Quanna's condition and advised him to go out to rest, but Madara turned a deaf ear.

They say maybe Quanna won't wake up again.

Madara stared blankly in the direction of the sound.His eyes were already blurred in the evening.

Will not.

He said, like this, he can believe it.

Senna won't...

That night, Senna woke up.He moved his fingers, realized that it was Madara beside him, and called: Brother.

Madara tried hard to see Senna's face, but the oil lamp was too dim.He had no choice but to hold Quanna's hand tightly: it's late at night.You should rest well.

However, Quanna resolutely pulled her hand away.

Brother, I'm about to die.

Not like this.Madara said.He reached out his hand, lost because of the loss of vision.He heard Quanna smile slightly.

...This is the last I can leave you.

He stretched out his hand in a panic, but in his blurry vision, there were only dark traces that continued to expand, as if trying to swallow him whole.

four

Obito actually never heard of Banna mentioning Quanna.The old man didn't have time to tell him such details. Hei Jue told him about the kaleidoscope sharing sharingan.

This thing that Madara calls the incarnation of his own will is actually not very similar to the old man's style.He seems frivolous and malicious, and seems to be always spying and thinking about something in secret, but he understands Madara's plans and strategies, understands the secrets of the Uchiha family, and understands how to guide Obito to manipulate the situation from the dark—even in the process Obito didn't trust him, and he didn't trust Obito either.

When he mentioned sharing eyes, he was just understating it.

Madara's younger brother volunteered his eyes to Madara, but such sacrifices are rare.In many cases, in order to maintain strength, Uchiha can only snatch the eyes of his tribe...but you don't have to worry.Heijue said maliciously, anyway, you have many eyes now.

Is the Uchiha such a cold family?

Obito said dispensable.In fact, he has no feelings for this family anymore, after all, he can even give up his own name, let alone a surname.

Hei Jue giggled:

The Uchiha revered power.We don't love people.

Obito glanced at him.

Madara didn't actually say that.

He just told Obito that love is illusory and perishable.Everything in this world is like this.Peace is built on sacrifice, and sacrifice breeds new war.What will not be crushed before this endless wheel?

Just like me and Zhujian.You know, I believed him for a while.

At that time, Obito sighed listlessly.He already guessed what was going to happen after that, and it was another development of the clichéd second topic-such as "I used to believe in him but under the pressure of political struggle to save the Uchiha we drifted away and finally had to Turn your eyes and look at Konoha and you now" and so on.

But that time Madara seemed to be silent.

Just when Obito thought he was asleep, the old man shook his head and repeated the sentence, subtly substituting the object of the verb.

I used to trust us.

五

Decisions often seem to be instantaneous: an opportunity, a word, a goodbye.But more often, what supports that moment is a long time that cannot be summed up in words—even the person who made the decision doesn't know when they went astray.

For Madara, the only thing he can recall exactly is Hashirama's face when he heard that he was leaving.The man panicked, as if he wanted to stop him with simple words.The shadow cast by the Naruto hat covered Hashirama's bright expression.Before Madara's tough determination, he seemed to be able to only show a shocked expression - it was no different from when he was a child.

At that moment, Madara suddenly realized that in the relationship between the two of them, it was always Madara who made the decisions.Whether it's the breakup when you were young, the alliance after that, or the farewell now.This seems to be a little sorry for Hashirama, but Madara has no time to take care of this.

He was under no obligation to tell Hashirama what he was looking for.There is no need to understand between the pillars.If Infinity Tsukuyomi could come, then Hashirama would get everything he expected, and the current pain would also cease to exist.

The thought pleased Madara.

No one can follow behind me. *

He said that leaving Hashirama like this, he left the village alone.

For Hashirama, this is probably a sign of a breakup.But Madara just found an excuse to fight with Hashirama. After all, he spent most of his life on the battlefield, and fighting is more suitable for his nature than peace, and it is suitable for the flames rushing in his blood.

Since this real world is about to be abandoned, what can't be done?

While he was studying reincarnation eyes and tail beasts, he also began to plan how to get the power of Hashirama.To be honest, if Madara is willing, this matter could not be easier-he just needs to go back to the village quietly, tell Zhujian that I was wrong, I have reflected on my decision to return to the village, and Zhujian will fight against all opinions like an old friend Leave him and trust him as before.The chances of doing it like that are not rare - think about it, they used to be so close.But Madara had never considered it this way.

In front of the ideal he was looking at, the reality became light and lost its due weight.So why not have a big and gorgeous dance under the moonlight.

Only him, and Senshou Zhujian.

—and the result was still partially unexpected by Madara.

He thought that he would lose, but he never thought that Hashirama would actually insert the knife into his chest from behind.

After all, he trusted this man to the point where he lost all instinct.He fell down, and saw Hashirama's cold expression in his vision from far and near.

That almost pitiful grim look.

Look at Hashirama.

This world of yours, the world you have sacrificed everything to maintain, can only push you on such a cruel road of no return.

You have changed, Hashirama. *He said that while enduring the severe pain in his chest, his mood was surprisingly calm. ——This is putting the cart before the horse. *

You told me with your sword.

The world is wrong.In order to protect something, something must be killed. This cruel logic runs to ruins in the end.The only way, the only way is——

Madara didn't really die.He escaped, huddled in the underground base, dormant in the darkness where the sun couldn't reach, spent a long time slowly recovering from his injuries.The intercolumnar cells he seized did not have an immediate effect, and the legendary myriad phenomena seemed far away.It seemed that he could only wait slowly.

And while he was waiting, he got a piece of news.

The first Hokage was ill for a long time.People said he was dying.

六

Sometimes, in that long gap between waking and dreaming, he would catch glimpses of the dream.

On the cliff overlooking Konoha, he sat with Hashirama.The moonlight paints the dense forest with a blue color, and the little lights are like countless fireflies inhabiting the village of Konoha.They sat there, forgot to bring wine, but they were not in a hurry to leave.

Madara, said Hashirama, in a voice even softer than the moonlight,—how beautiful the moonlight is tonight.

Madara stared at this small illusion, the countless dreams that washed away a bit of foam left by reality, a pebble, a beam of moonlight that fell in from the past.

Perhaps this is his Yuedu illusion.

Who knows.

As the person performing the technique, it is impossible for him to know.

The next moment, he was awakened by sudden footsteps and bloody smell.

Obito Uchiha stumbled in.Like a badly wounded beast holding on to its last bit of territory, he looked nothing like the boy he had been before.

This is true of every Uchiha who has lost a lover.

Teach me how to create a dream world, Madara... *

He no longer hides his smug smile.

The last piece of the puzzle is also ready, did you see it, Hashirama.

Seven

In the winter when Hashirama passed away, Madara finally went to Konoha.

If he tried to cover his whereabouts, no one would be able to find out, not even Tokama.But he didn't take any risks, he just used fire escape to sneak into Thousand Hands House.

He didn't expect to meet Hashirama so easily.

The man didn't seem to have changed much, and his smile was still as gentle as he remembered.However, even Madara, who is not good at sensing, can feel that the formerly strong chakra in Hashirama is only a trickle, and it will dry up in a blink of an eye.

He stood in the former courtyard, staring at the man he regarded as his only opponent.Perhaps because he was too shocked, he couldn't completely hide his whereabouts.

spot.

Hashirama called his name.

He stood there motionless, listening to the man muttering something to himself.This Hashirama is like an old shadow cut from Uchiha Madara's past, so thin and fragile, so unreal, as if it will fly away in the heavy snow the next moment.At that moment Madara was finally convinced.

There is one and only one road.

Hashirama smiled and held out a hand towards him.He stepped forward in a mysterious way, and held the man's cold fingers tightly.

That was decided even before we were born.

At that moment, Huo Dun turned into countless fireworks and scattered.The fierce flames burned the toon flowers in the courtyard in an instant, but all that was out of Uchiha Madara's consideration.

He rushed towards the end of the snowy night, holding his hand tightly