[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] short story

The rice balls that came were still warm, and I once held the hand of the lost child at the festival and sent him home. Sometimes I encountered a long procession of honor at the funeral, and the sound of crying from afar floated from the other side.After the war subsided, everything became peaceful, like a pool of warm water in summer, it seemed that people could plunge into it without any suspicion.

However, in such an era, there are also death and parting, loss, and wars that fluctuate in the dark.When Hashirama received the news from Konoha, he never avoided Madara: there is no point in concealing it, and how could Madara not know what he wants to know.Sometimes he also leaves alone to deal with difficult problems - sometimes Madara follows, sometimes not.

During the battle, Madara regained the grace of his life, swinging his scythe like a dancing god of death—perhaps from the result, he was a little more merciful, but maybe it was just because he was impatient with this level of enemies.

Hashirama didn't ask him these things.He just watched Madara patiently with his eyes, waiting for his old friend to make the final decision, or to tell him the decision he had already made in clear words.

All this does not prevent them from kissing, hugging, and achieving the most intimate relationship between two people.

Their journey ended on a winter day.

At that time, the snow was falling too much and the road was closed, and there was nothing urgent, so the two stayed in the hot spring hotel.

Madara is used to sitting by the window watching the snow, sometimes drinking a little wine, sometimes just watching.Nandina was planted in the courtyard of the hotel, and it was specially surrounded with straw to prevent the snow from crushing it, but a little coral-like fruit still appeared.Hashirama saw it from a distance, and vaguely thought it was Uchiha's eyes.

After it snowed heavily for seven days and seven nights, Madara said to Hashirama:

"Let's go back to Konoha."

Hashirama reached out to pull the quilt tighter: "Isn't there still a place to go?"

"Do you think I'm just hiding in the cave?" Ban Chi laughed, and then said after a while, "However, I don't have the leeway to enjoy the scenery like this."

"...I wish I found out sooner." Hashirama said, thankful that the darkness could hide his expression, "Did you know? I saw your phantom when I died. I thought—"

"That's not a phantom."

Hashirama's eyes widened for a moment.

"I thought……"

After he said these three words, he couldn't continue.Madara's hand reached out from under the futon, touched his a few times, and took hold of his.

"Do you think I hate you?"

"I never forgave myself."

Madara seemed to be smiling - Hashirama wasn't sure about that.Only the hand that held him was tightened tightly.

After that, they ended their journey and returned to Konoha, which can be called their hometown.

four

"Do you think we can be considered alive now?"

When Madara asked this question, the two were lying in the room, most of the bathrobes had been undone, but since there was no one around, there was nothing to cover up.Madara was leaning against Hashirama's chest, with a blush still on his face - so the question was always a bit abrupt.

Hashirama had been playing with the two people's hair for a while, as if he wanted to find out the root cause of the two people's different hairstyles, and he seemed to want to tie a knot.When he heard this sentence, his expression was slightly solemn, and he was not surprised, but had a feeling of "finally speaking".He thought for a while and replied:

"Probably in between. Maybe the immortals really felt that we were a little anxious as their reincarnation, so they gave us some extra time."

"Hmph." Madara snorted, but judging from his attitude, he seemed to accept the answer.

"Have you been thinking about it?"

"You have to confirm what's going on with this situation, right? I've already said goodbye to you at that time."

"Sounds really ruthless." Hashirama complained with a wry smile, "It's as if he wanted to get rid of me sooner."

Madara reached out and took his hand.

"Probably... this time I want to see to the end. I also decided to endure what your dream can become, and use these eyes to confirm to the end.——What are you for?"

Hashirama took his hand back.

"Didn't you agree? We want to drink together as comrades in arms."

五

The first festival was held in the first summer after their village had the name "Konoha".The merchants in the shopping street are all active, and when it comes to the night market at night, many nearby villagers also bring their children.

When Hashirama came to look for Madara, the young man from the Uchiha family was preparing for the fireworks display later. He searched for a while among the bustling people, only to find that Madara was hiding beside him. Read official documents in the room.Hashirama had never realized that his old friend was so enthusiastic about official duties.

"It's too hard to stay here and work overtime for the great festival." Hashirama said, "How about going to see it together?"

"too many people."

Madara said without even raising her eyes.

"It's such a difficult festival... I'm looking forward to going with Madara..." Hashirama saw that mushrooms were about to emerge from his body, Madara sighed helplessly: "Your problem of getting depressed easily will never be cured." huh?—let's go."

So the two went to the festival wearing masks.It seemed that the first summer festival couldn’t be more lively. There were various snack stalls, but it would be a bit miserable once the game stalls were targeted by ninja children——witnessing a five-year-old kid shooting three kunai in a row Bullseye then took away the first prize doll, Hashirama shook his head helplessly:

"It seems that the difficulty should be increased next time."

"This is the basic level." Madara narrowed his eyes, "I should be glad that no more children came over."

"It's because there aren't that many children in the village yet." Hashirama said, "But it seems that many families have started to have good news recently."

So Madaramoto's critical expression also softened: "When necessary, arrange for the husbands to rest more."

"You're right.—I'll ask Tobima to pay attention."

The two walked around the night market and Madara said they were going back, but Hashirama insisted that he watch the fireworks before leaving.

"Shadow Rock should be full of people now. And it's our clan's fireworks—"

"If it's on the river beach of Nanga River, the viewing angle will be good. Madara, let's go." After Hashirama finished speaking, he took Madara's hand and walked out of the village.Madara clicked his tongue, but in the end he still didn't shake off the man's hand.

The level of fireworks after Uchiha's shot is naturally quite good.In addition to all kinds of colorful fireworks, it ended with the family emblems of Senju and Uchiha in the end—Madara and Hashirama saw at a glance that it was not a real firework, but a graphic composed of exquisitely manipulated fire escapes. .

"These boys." Madara shook his head.

"You don't know about this arrangement?"

"Young people don't tell me everything."

"At least their Huodun practiced well." Hashirama said with a smile.

"Is it only used in this kind of place?"

"What's wrong with that?" said Hashirama. "Like this—look."

He stretched out his hand, Mu Dun's chakra danced in his palm, and finally shaped into a lotus lantern.

"Make a wish, Madara."

"Lighting up the water lantern?" Madara glanced at Hashirama, "...you really did a complete set."

Hashirama smiled and insisted: "Come on."

So Madara lightly picked up a fire.He held the flame and put it into the heart of the lotus flower, like an unquenchable candle.

"That's fine."

So Hashirama put it into Nanhechuan.He and Madara stood by the river, watching the light of the fire get farther and farther away with the passage of the water waves, and prayed that the peace at this moment would last as long as possible.

They were still young then, and still willing to believe that the sad and irreparable things they had experienced up to then were all the pain they could encounter in this life.

六

"...There is a tendency of perfectionism in our blood." Indra said to his descendants, "Because he couldn't bear the shortcomings of reality and was overconfident in his own power, he tried to use his own power to go Change—but this kind of thinking may be too arrogant."

Madara did not admit or deny this statement.He stared at Hashirama after saying goodbye to him—the smile that was so bright one moment had disappeared the next moment.

"Your wish will never come true." The defeated ancient god asserted, "—even if you have to endure this failure, are you willing to return to this world? Even if all I can give you is just A short and false life?"

"That doesn't matter." Madara said, "If my dream has failed, then let me see where the dream of Hashirama, which I have always denied, can go."

"What if you decide it's still a failure?"

Madara raised his eyes and looked directly at the opposite god: "We have always been too proud-didn't you warn me? Just in this short time, let me trust him."

Asura stared at his descendants, and said mockingly: "I thought you should have no regrets."

"One thing is enough to regret for life." Hashirama shook his head, "I thought I had experienced it once, and I wouldn't be so sad again, but it is still... very sad."

"So you choose to go back?"

Hashirama smiled and nodded.

"Just once. I don't want him to wait alone again."

The End.

5. The Absent Person

He hadn't dreamed of him.Or, because he has been watching him, the dream also