[Hokage] I'm Madara Uchiha

No agreement, no testimony, just a word.The truth and honesty in it give the commitment its weight.The two understand that at this moment is the real beginning of trust.

Holding the other's extended hand, Hashirama and Madara looked at each other and smiled.

There was a sudden exclamation from the side, accompanied by the child's happy cry: "Fireworks! Look at the fireworks!"

The crowd became agitated and rushed to the place where the fireworks were set off.Hashirama and Madara looked sideways at the southern sky at the same time, a red firework bloomed in the dark blue night sky, after a moment of splendor, the grayish white smoke curled away.People waited with bated breath, and after a while, three or four clusters of vermilion fuzes rushed into the night sky as expected, overlapping with the shocking brilliance of the effect of blooming.The crowd burst into cheers.

Hashirama looked at Madara: "Do you want to go together?"

Madara shook her head: "I'm not interested in these fireworks."

Thinking of all kinds of exquisite fireworks in the Muyun City fireworks feast, Hashirama had to admit that Madara had the capital to say this.Different from civilians who survived the troubled times, what novelty and uniqueness have you not seen for people like Madara who live at the top of the pyramid?It's weird to run over to see it as excitedly as everyone else.

Looking around, there were not as many people in the shop as before, and Madara said with satisfaction: "It's finally a bit cleaner. It's rare to come here, let's try the characteristics of Konoha."

Hashirama explained: "It wasn't long before Konoha was built. The so-called characteristics of Konoha are some folk things from various countries, such as takoyaki, goldfish fishing, puppet shows... You should be familiar with it."

"Well, but I haven't tried it." Receiving Hashirama's surprised gaze, Madara coughed lightly and turned her head away, "...the Patriarch also needs to maintain his image."

Hashirama was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."

So a strange scene appeared in front of a pavement somewhere on the street: two top ninjas squatting □rolling up their sleeves—fishing for goldfish!

The owner of the store had a embarrassed face, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ninja, our place is not suitable for you..." What kind of physical fitness does a ninja have?Quick eyes, quick hands and chakra!A ninja can bankrupt such a small shop!It has become the default rule that such stores do not accept ninjas.

Madara asked knowingly, and joked with a smile: "Reject ninja? Is this considered alternative discrimination?"

Seeing the owner's expression feeling uneasy for a moment, Hashirama pulled his sleeve helplessly, and then smiled at the owner: "The goldfish we caught will be returned to your store. This is the compensation for the damage to the paper net." After finishing speaking Hand over a wad of money.

The other party breathed a sigh of relief, and respectfully offered a bunch of paper nets.

Madara picked up one and tried it out, swishing a few goldfish into the net, the paper net was not damaged at all.The corner of his lips twitched slightly, he turned his head to Zhujian and said, "The difficulty is too low, why not change the game."

Zhujian said: "You say."

Madara pierced through all the paper nets, and lifted the remaining empty ring, "Use Chakra to form a net and catch a goldfish. The time limit is ten seconds."

Hashirama looked back at the past, also raised the empty ring and smiled: "Ah, accept the challenge!"

The two people here had a great time, not to mention how the Senshou and the Uchiha people who passed by occasionally went crazy and petrified, and they couldn't believe it.On the other side, the first generation walked around the streets half-playing and half-inspecting with Fuji and Tobima.After the fireworks started, Feijian liked to be lively and went with the crowd.The first generation asked his younger brother to watch the venue for any accidents—after all, most people gathered there at this time—saying goodbye to him temporarily, and walked against the crowd to the dimly lit place.

Unexpectedly, she turned around, lowered her head, and met a pair of bright black eyes.

The first generation was surprised: "Tengzhi?" Didn't this child follow Feijian?

"You're going to look for him again." The boy said firmly, looking straight at him with the same eyes as the first generation.

This brat... the first generation had nothing to do with his elusive, candid, and slanderous son, so he leaned over and pinched his face, "You go too!"

Qianshou Tengzhi raised his head and blinked, enjoying his father's rare warmth: "It's not that he doesn't want to see me."

The first generation smiled and said: "As an excellent ninja, you must learn to identify the authenticity of information."

Qianshou Tengzhi suddenly hammered his palm and nodded: "I understand, this is a question of attributes, right?"

First Generation:"……"

Uchiha Madara sat alone on the height of Hokage Rock, overlooking the lively and lively village at his feet.Tonight's bright moon is as round as a silver plate, with bright and clear light, illuminating the rock walls even more rugged.He sat in a recess on the rock wall, his long hair hanging down blocked the only gleam of moonlight that leaked in, and his whole body was sunk in the shadow.Darkness and light separated him from the village into two worlds.

"spot."

You don't need to turn your head to know who it is, "You can find it here, does it have the nose of a canine creature!"

The first generation smiled, said nothing, and threw a pot of wine in his hand to him.Uchiha Madara patted the mouth open, and the strong aroma of wine came out.He took a sip from the jug, and the pungent pungentness rushed straight to his forehead. He couldn't help coughing, and wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth casually.

The first generation found a place next to him and sat on the ground, looking at the brightly lit place, whispering lowly in the evening wind. "How could I not know where you are..."

Madara Uchiha tightened his fingers holding the jug, turned his head slightly to avoid his tentative peripheral vision, and casually changed the subject: "The wine is so strong, aren't you going to do business tomorrow?"

The first generation lowered his eyes, and replied following his words: "Don't worry, you can drink as much as you want, and I will give you a vacation tomorrow. I have a special constitution, and alcohol has no effect on me."

Uchiha Madara sneered: "Senju's physique is excellent, but this is not good."

"Yeah, the spicy taste gets more sober the more you drink it." The first generation said with self-deprecation. "The Senju Hashirama who is always awake."

"Isn't this your choice? For Konoha." Uchiha Madara turned his head to the side and raised the jug to him, "Forget it, what are you talking about at the summer festival night-I'm drunk first."

The first generation also raised the jug, "I will accompany you."

Alcohol is not really good, at least for the first generation.Under normal circumstances, he doesn't drink alcohol, and even at banquets, he will politely decline other people's hospitality.Only when facing Uchiha Madara, he would willingly accompany him to pour pot after pot.He could clearly feel the strong wine burning from his mouth to his stomach like a thread of fire, and a different kind of pain churned in his heart, rolling up an indescribable taste.As if that was the only way to share the pain of being alone with this person.

Uchiha Madara also doesn't like drinking. Alcohol paralyzes the ninja's nerves and affects the flexibility of action.But he also occasionally needs to blur his reason and release his inner pent-up.The only thing that can help him, other than killing, is wine.

As we drank and drank, the jug of wine soon emptied.Uchiha Madara turned to the first generation, and threw the empty jug over, "Is there any more?"

The first generation pulled out a pot from behind and threw it back.

Uchiha Madara caught it accurately, looked at the full jug, and then at the other party. "So many? How did you bring them up?"

The first generation just smiled, and changed the pot himself and opened the seal. "By the way, Fujizhi wants to see you."

Madara's face immediately became unnatural, but fortunately, he couldn't see his face clearly when he was sitting in the shadow.He took a sip of wine, controlled his voice and tried to be as normal as possible, "Oh? Isn't that brat very moist outside?"

"It's always been you who rejected him." The first generation stared at someone in the shadows, "Otherwise he wouldn't have left the village, in order not to appear in front of your eyes as much as possible."

"Are you blaming me?" His face sank into the darkness, and Uchiha Madara's tone couldn't hear joy or anger, "He has got so much, what he should have and what he shouldn't have... What else does he want?"

"It was my insistence at the beginning, and it has nothing to do with him." Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, the first generation still stared at him, and whispered, "He is innocent."

Forced by his gaze to turn his head, Uchiha Madara closed his eyes, "...Then, what attitude towards him is my insistence, and it has nothing to do with you."

Hearing Uchiha Madara's answer, the boy behind the rock let go of his tightly clenched hands, and the circles of his eyes, which had always been calm, were a little hot.He hesitated for a while, as if he wanted to walk over, but finally stopped, turned around and left silently.

The scene fell silent.

After a while, the first generation whispered: "You know that he is..."

There was only a cold snort from Madara in the shadows.

The first generation sighed, "Knowing that he's coming back, I'm actually looking forward to it, Madara...you obviously care about him, why do you always put on such a gesture?"

"Senjubashirama!" Uchiha Madara finally turned his head and looked directly into his eyes, the black pupils facing the moonlight reflected a sharp cold light, "Stop making self-righteous guesses! Lastly, I don't want to get involved with that brat. Any relationship!" Sneered, "If he still wants to hang around in this world, remember not to provoke me!"

Senshou Zhujian looked at him silently.

The surrounding area was finally completely quiet.

The noise in the village spread to the high Hokage Rock, only the faint and vague noise remained, which seemed to be dissipated lightly.Fireworks continue to bloom in the opposite night sky.And those excitement has nothing to do with the two people here.

Relatively silent, with only the clearly audible breathing of the two of them.He drank one gulp after another, and after a while, the jug was completely empty.Empty wine jugs were scattered here and there, rolling around. One of them rolled down the edge of the rock and shattered with a snap.

Uchiha Madara, whose limbs were weak and whose mind was in chaos, finally fell out of the shadows, his face covered in bright moonlight was flushed red.The first generation quickly helped him up.

He reflexively blocked the reaching hand, but relaxed his guard the moment he touched it.Uchiha Madara tugged on the cuff of the opponent, squinting his eyes to carefully examine the face of the person in front of him.

"Thousand-hand pillars?"

"Well, I'm here."

"Among the Thousands of Hands."

"Ah."

"Among the Thousands of Hands..."

The man finally fell into the arms of Tentacle.The first generation half hugged him, gently rubbed his red face with his fingers, and sat quietly blowing the evening breeze.

Uchiha Madara's slightly frowning brows gradually smoothed out, and he blurted out a name in his sleep: "Quenna..."

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