[Hokage] I'm Madara Uchiha

I grew up in setbacks.Uchiha Madara is like this, and so is Senju Bashirama.

In that dangerous and chaotic era, every emotion a ninja gave was extremely cautious and precious.The beauty in memory is like a touch of bright color in a dark scene. Those family affections, friendships or specious ambiguities, those who persist are the light in life, and those who lose it will become a white knife piercing the chest.

Gain and loss, trust and betrayal, all in one's mind.

After this incident, both of them grew up.

Hashirama returned home depressed, and investigated the whole story of the Uchiha clan's attack. After learning about it, he didn't say anything, and locked himself in the house for a whole day.From then on, the whole person became much quieter and more stable, and began to actively contact the family affairs.

Tobuma was surprised to find that his cheerful but somewhat out-of-the-ordinary elder brother had become an heir. Although he was a little silent, he exuded a different aura than before.

Madara looked at his father who was holding his mother's body. The man didn't shed tears, but he aged a lot overnight.

Mei Xizi's elegant kimono was dotted with blood like scattered blood-colored cherry blossoms, holding the long knife tightly in her hand, the blood in the palm of the hand stained the handle of the knife, slid down along the edge of the knife, and solidified.Even though she was dead, her expression was still as serene as a deep sleep.

Quanna stood aside with tears in her eyes, Madara only looked at the man coldly, without any ripple in her eyes.

"You are late, my lord father."

The man gently wiped the blood off his wife's face without speaking.

"Is it worth it?" If it wasn't for him to reintegrate Uchiha, it wouldn't arouse the fear of other forces and cause such consequences.Is it worth losing your beloved wife for a family that is falling apart?

"Madara." He finally raised his head, fixedly looking at the son who hid the resentment well in his eyes, "... She is also, for you."

Quan Nai looked at her brother and father who were facing each other, suppressed her sobs, and blinked her big tearful eyes.He was keenly aware of his elder brother's murderous intent towards his father.

"...Don't quibble, Father." Madara's pupils shrank, and he returned to calmness.The clenched hands revealed the turmoil in her heart, "I won't believe you!" If it weren't for your ambition, how could mother...

The man turned his head and looked at his wife again, "The Uchihas have been intermarried for generations. In their eyes, your mother is just a weak ordinary person without chakra. Back then, I insisted on marrying her, which offended the elders of the clan. Your brothers were born with embarrassing bloodlines. , has not been recognized by the majority of the clan.”

"How could my mother's bloodline be inferior to a ninja!" Madara said angrily, "She is—but..."

"Few people know that surname." The man shook his head, not wanting to say more, "After this incident, the tribe will no longer have any doubts about your bloodline and strength." - During his lifetime, he stopped a large number of Jonin and four Phantom-level powerhouses with just sword skills.She is no longer a down-and-out aristocratic lady who relies on her beauty in the eyes of the Uchiha people.Can beat so many ninjas without chakra!This is almost impossible in ninja common sense.Her strength, which is almost comparable to that of a shadow-level ninja, has finally been recognized by everyone.

"I don't need their approval!"

"You will need it, my son." The man gently picked her up, then turned to his wife's old minister and said, "Please leave the funeral to you." There are parents she misses.

Wu Yuanbu Xing bowed and said: "His Royal Highness has an order before her death: I wish to live with you in the same quilt, die in the same hole, and be buried in the Uchiha ancestral grave."

Blood and tears oozed from his eyes, the man slowly closed his eyes, "...I see."

The reshuffle of forces has brought about another round of bloody battles, and the fighting has become more intense.Without her mother's home, Madara didn't want to stay here at all, so she went to the front line without saying hello.The man didn't say anything when he found out, and stopped his younger son, who was also eager to try, and helped Madara arrange for an experienced ninja to follow him far away.

Wars have been fought in various places for four years. Madara lingers on the battlefield, and the number of times he goes home during this period can be counted on one's fingers.He grew up from a child less than ten years old to a tall and handsome boy. He used the kaleidoscope Sharingan opened by his mother's death with such innocence that his reputation resounded throughout the battlefield.On the other hand, the integration process of the Uchiha family is getting closer and closer to a critical period, but the man's body is getting worse day by day under the torment of grief and old injuries, which makes Quanna, who was supposed to go to the battlefield, have to postpone the trip. Help him with some simple family affairs.

On the battlefield, I occasionally encountered Senju Zhuma. The boy was wearing a black high-necked ninja uniform, and he looked much calmer.Probably because of the complexity of the situation, he frowned slightly, while quickly judging the situation on the battlefield while orderly arranging tasks, it was very different from the appearance of jumping out of love and causing trouble in his memory.

No, it should be said that everyone is different...

Ban Yaoyao glanced at him, and left before he turned his head here.Senshou Zhuma looked at his back and seemed to want to rush up to say something, but finally stopped in silence.

Not far away, the back gradually faded away, and the long and flamboyant hair affected the bitter north wind and finally disappeared among the thickets and dense forests.Senshou Zhuma clenched his fists, suppressing the desire that almost broke out, and kept telling himself in his heart: It's not here yet, the time hasn't come yet...

"Brother?" Feijian also looked in that direction, wondering, "What are you looking at?"

Uchiha Madara is stronger than Senju Tomona, and no one except Hashirama noticed his appearance.

"...It's nothing." Zhujian bowed his head and took a deep breath silently, regaining his composure just now, "Tobima, the mission to the east is entrusted to you."

"no problem!"

"Also, if you meet the Uchiha clan, try not to have a conflict if the other party doesn't strike first."

Feijian frowned, "They? Huh, I can't guarantee that. And brother, it's not like you don't know Uchiha—"

"Tobima!" Hashirama shouted, "Do as I say!"

Overwhelmed by his elder brother's serious expression, he choked for a while, and finally turned his head and said, "Okay, I'll try my best!"

"The meaning of war is never to eliminate opponents, meaningless conflicts will only increase casualties." Hashirama shook his head, "Tobima, you are not a child anymore!"

Nodded muffledly.

Looking at the unwilling brother and the clansman who didn't know why, Hashirama sighed silently, but the thoughts in his heart became more firm.

Although the road is still long, but...

If the relationship between world enemies can only make us stand on opposite sides, then I will change it myself!

Do not follow the past history, do not inherit the so-called hatred.The future should be created by us!

Looking at the direction where the person left just now, Hashirama asked silently in his heart: I have already taken the first step, and I will continue to walk in the future. — Madara, how about you?

"Me?" Madara looked coldly at the half-kneeling clansman, "What did he ask me for?"

Because of killing too many people, his whole body was filled with an almost materialized hostility and blood, as if he had just stepped out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.In fact, this is also the case, but the 14-year-old Uchiha Madara has already become famous, and countless ninjas have died in his hands.

Kneeling Uchiha resisted the urge to tremble and lowered his head, not daring to meet those bright red eyes: "Master Patriarch is dying, I want to see you for the last time!"

Madara's hand holding the shuriken tightened, but the next moment he wiped off the blood on the tip of the sword as if nothing had happened, "Return to your life."

"... Master Madara?"

Madara turned and left without saying a word.

The man who was dying on the sickbed met his eldest son as scheduled.

"Brother!" Quan Nai hugged him sadly and joyfully.Madara hugged her younger brother, and looked at someone on the couch.

The man smiled gratifiedly: "As expected, you are here."

The look of "Your choice was as early as I expected" made Madara feel uncomfortable for a while, but his physical condition at this time made it hard to be angry.Madara tilted her head and said dryly, "It's just the last one."

"Yeah, the last side..." The man covered his mouth and coughed a few times, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.Madara was in a trance for a moment: Is such a weak father really the strong and wise man in his memory?

No matter how much anger was vented, it dissipated at this moment.Madara suddenly felt cold hands and feet.It suddenly became clear to him that after losing his mother, he was about to lose his father.

"Can you still blame me?"

"...don't complain." Because it doesn't make any sense anymore.Ban Dingding looked at the man's thin face, the light lines around the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes, years and illnesses had left marks on it, "I only blame myself."

The man was silent for a while, then turned to the other son and said, "Quanna, go and see if the medicine is cured."

Quan Nai knew that her father and her elder brother had something to talk about, and she could only tell her elder brother who was the heir.He closed the door, glanced back, and left alone.

There was a lot of silence in the room, and Madara spoke first: "...Quana has grown up a lot."

"When you're not around, he's the one who helps with family affairs." The man looked at the eldest son. The boy was a little taller, and his shoulder-length hair curled up like a hedgehog.When he left home, the baby's fat little face was elongated, his round chin was slightly pointed, and his eyes were sharp and imposing, and he could already foresee the future glory.This child grew up quietly in a place where he could not see.

"Madara, the family... I leave it to you."

"It won't last long in my hands." Madara's eyes dimmed, "Quina is more suitable."

The man shook his head, "Quenna is too paranoid to lead the overall situation."

"Paranoid?" Thinking about his well-behaved, sensible and gentle brother, Madara couldn't believe it. "You're wrong! How can Quanna have all kinds of personalities?"

"You are all my children, how can I not know." The man closed his eyes and smiled silently, "Quenna is gentle but stubborn, with emotions more than reason, and acts impulsively. Although you seem straightforward and emotional, in fact Everyone is sober. Clever, rational, strong, persistent... You have always been my pride."

These comments not only did not make Madara a little bit happy, but raised an ominous premonition. "Father...you...that prophecy..." Could it be that the person who died early in the prophecy was not himself, but Quan Nai? !

"Father……?"

"To fight against fate, you must use the courage to win and be prepared to lose." The ambiguity in the man's words made Madara feel uneasy, "Protect the family well, and don't wrong yourself."

"Also, try...to take good care of Quanna." The man slowly closed his eyes after speaking.The last sentence confirmed Madara's conjecture, and he rushed to the side of the couch, "Father! Tell me clearly! How could it be Quanna! How could it be Quanna! Father! ——Father? Wake up!"

……

Quan Nai sat alone on the swing, silently counting the fallen leaves under her feet.Hearing footsteps, he raised his head and immediately fell into a warm embrace.

"……elder brother?"

"Yeah." Madara buried her head in the hollow of his shoulder, the warmth and moisture penetrated into the skirt of his clothes, soaking her mind.

Quan Nai's heart trembled faintly: "Where's father?"

"Dead." Madara took a deep breath, raised his head for a moment, and his gaze returned to clarity, leaving only faint red circles around his eyes. "I will protect you!"

Losing his parents suddenly, the family and the clan are not in harmony, so Madara bids farewell to the battlefield for a while and comes back to rectify.Relying on the kaleidoscope Sharingan and the strength honed in the war, with the assistance of his father's old subordinates, he used iron and blood methods to subdue the ready-to-move tribe and establish his authority.

Maybe there are better methods, but he didn't feel good about the clansmen who caused his parents to die in battle and exhausted for a while.

Three years have passed, the internal affairs have been cleared up, and the new generation in the family has grown up rapidly.Banming Quanna stays in the family to handle affairs and stay away from danger.But the situation was worse than he expected. During an attack on Uchiha, Quan Na opened the Kaleidoscope Sharingan.

When Madara was considering another reason to prevent Quanna from going to the battlefield, Senju Zhuma came to him.

He fixedly looked at Madara, "Let's form an alliance!"

"Uchiha and Senju?" Madara hooked the corner of his lips sarcastically, "What do you want?"

Hashirama hesitated to speak, his hesitant look seemed to return to his boyhood - when Madara hit his head on the head and called him an idiot.This is the first official meeting between the two as adults.Now, Madara, Senju Hashimama is 20 years old, and the years go by so fast amidst blood and fire.

Some things have changed and some things have not.

Looking at each other, Madara saw firmness in the youth's eyes: "I don't want to lose the people I care about."

Use the power of the two clans to quickly end the war and create a peaceful and peaceful environment. ——For those who care.

"……it is good."

Hashirama for Madara, Madara for Quanna.At this time, the two people with simple goals did not know that they opened the prelude to another era.

In addition to speed, another advantage of iron-blooded methods has emerged, that is, there is no need to consider objections.Hashirama had been preparing for this alliance for five or six years, and Madara's three years of accumulating prestige settled all objections overnight.

The wind on the battlefield immediately changed after the alliance.Some ninjas who were afraid of the power of the alliance between the two clans began to withdraw from the battlefield, but more people concentrated their firepower on the two clans.There are many ninja families at this time, and there are also those who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Senju Uchiha.Even with Uchiha Madara and Senjujuma two top ninja masters in charge, the situation between the two clans is still grim.

In order to strengthen their strength, they expanded the scope of the alliance.Senju handed out olive branches to Nara, Yamanaka, Akimichi and other families, and Uchiha also reached a cooperation agreement with Inuzuka, Yume, Hyuga and other families.

"There's also the Uzumaki family." Zhujian rubbed Qingming's acupoint, he was exhausted after tossing back and forth between the battlefield and the office.

"Isn't the whirlpool a distant relative of your Qianshou?" Madara raised his eyebrows.

Hashirama smiled wryly: "The Uzumaki family has never been too involved in these matters. But the Seal Tail Beast must rely on their power."

Madara sneered disdainfully, apparently not liking the Uzumaki clan's low prices.

Hashirama picked up the cup and took a sip of water, "Let's not talk about this. There is a mission at the junction of the water and fire—"

"I go."

Hashirama frowned and stared at his eyes, "Don't make fun of yourself!" Madara glanced over coldly, he immediately realized that his tone was a bit aggressive, took a deep breath to suppress his anxiety, and said earnestly: "Madara, your body can't stand it!" So frequent high-intensity battles, and Sharingan..."

"What do you mean!" Madara stood up suddenly, his eyes like knives, "When will it be your turn to take care of my affairs! Senju Hashirama, Uchiha is not your Senju's subordinate!"

Qianshou Zhujian was stunned for a moment. "spot……"

"No matter what you know, shut up!" Madara held the flame fan tightly, and walked away without looking back.

☆、The lover who is going to the end · the last chapter

The unfinished words between the pillars are clear.

The use of the Kaleidoscope Sharingan puts a huge load on the body, no matter how powerful Madara is, it is only a human body, and if left unchecked, the consequences will be disastrous.

But how could he not hold on to the current form?Of course he has to hold on, for the sake of his brother and family behind him, for his own dignity and pride, no matter what!

Stepping onto the battlefield again, there was nothing unusual about Madara's icy face except that his face was a little pale, and he dealt with the two ninjas neatly with his backhand, dodging dozens of detonating symbols and the dense rain of Kunai.The gap raised his head, and the flames of Amaterasu swept across the area.The rhythm of the battle is consistent with the score and the second is not bad. In just a few moves, the surrounding enemies are cleared.

The scenery of the horizon became blurred from time to time, and the blood in his mouth reminded him that his body was collapsing from the inside.He supported the tree to swallow the blood rushing from his throat, and his mind was in a trance again.

Realizing something was wrong in his heart, Madara tried hard to stabilize his figure, and turned a corner in his footsteps.It's too dangerous... You must not fall here!

The family has a barracks five miles away from here. He smoothly killed the enemies who were in the way, endured the severe pain and arrived at the destination as if nothing had happened.The barracks are controlled by Uchiha and are very safe.He relaxed a little, and walked in while holding onto the door frame. Suddenly, his eyes went dark and he fell down completely.

Senju Zhuma received the news four days later: Patriarch Uchiha, blind.

The Uchiha family kept the news from the outside world, and Quanna temporarily replaced Madara's important position on the battlefield.Senshou was able to obtain information thanks to the long-buried dark thread and Madara's acquiescence.Madara would not lie to Senju Bashirama if she deceived the world, because that young man was the one who knew him best to some extent.

Avoiding the guards around the Uchiha Clan, the majestic Patriarch Senju jumped into the dormitory by climbing the back window. Before he could stand firmly, he faced dozens of kunai. Hashirama hurriedly avoided, "Madara, it's me!"

There was silence for a while, and a cold voice came: "What are you doing here?"

"I—" Zhu Jian pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I just want to come...to see you."

Facing Madara, the young man's tone was as sincere as when he was a teenager, with unfeigned worry and concern, and... distressed.

Madara was sitting on the tatami in a white yukata, her black hair was loose, and bandages were wrapped around her eyes.Compared with the black and blue that the Uchiha people often wear, the rare pure white yukata paired with his fair and handsome face and thin chin tip gives people a fragile and clean beauty like the first sun shining on snow.

He turned his head and raised the corner of his mouth coldly, "Look at me? See how embarrassed I am?"

"spot……"

"Okay, I've seen it, we have nothing to say." Madara lay on his back, feeling exhausted physically and mentally, "You go out."

There was no sound for a long time, just when Madara thought he was going to leave, Hashirama came to him.The next moment, the warm breath was close at hand.

"What are you doing!" Sensing that he was right above her, the distance between them was less than a punch, so close that the slight breathing sound could be heard clearly.Ban Xin was inexplicably flustered, raised her hand and pushed away the person above, "Stay away from me!"

"Why do you always refuse my approach?" Hashirama refused to let go, allowing him to push harder and harder again and again.Madara was both startled and angry, and simply picked up Kun Wudai and put it on his neck, "Thousand-handed pillars!"

"It was like this nine years ago, and it's still like this now." He stopped and looked directly at Madara below, "You like threatening me like this?"

Madara held Kunai's hand and froze, "...I will let you stop!"

"You never take the initiative. If I don't take a step forward, it will never be possible." Hashirama lowered her head, and the two of them were almost nose to nose, their breaths entangled and ambiguous.Thin lines of blood stained the kunai's blade red, Hashirama turned a blind eye and continued, "You can use this kunai to do whatever you want, and I won't avoid it this time. In exchange for this, I To know why."

The people below frowned and remained silent.Just before cutting his neck artery, Madarazuka Kunai growled: "Get out!"

There was no movement between the columns.

"Go away!" Madara finally broke out completely!He grabbed his collar tightly, stuck his neck, turned over and pressed him against the wall, "What's the reason? You need to know what's the reason! The reason is that you don't know anything! Master Qianshou! The pinnacle of the ninja world! You don't know anything! "

You don't know what it's like to fall from the clouds!

You don't know my worries day and night!

You don't know the fate I was born with!

"Because you are just a ninja! Senshou Hashirama!" Why do you interfere in my life again and again and shake my decision!

The pillars pressed against the wall did not look embarrassed at all, quietly looking at the person in front of them.

"...Although I don't know, and I can't say that I can help you share the burden. But, no matter what your choice is, I will be by your side."

Banana's hand holding his neck slowly loosened, and the corners of her lips curled up barely, but she couldn't smile.Satire?funny?joy?No, there was no emotion in my heart, only an indifferent calm.

"I lost my composure just now." He lay back on the tatami and said lightly, "Thank you, Lord Qianshou."

Hashirama suddenly leaned over and hugged him tightly, as if trying to dispel the cold alienation.Madara didn't struggle, "On the battlefield...help me take care of Quanna."

"Brother, do you feel better?" Quan Nai looked at him carefully. After only two months of blindness, my brother lost a lot of weight!

Facing her beloved brother, Madara's mood is very peaceful.He nodded, "The eyes don't hurt anymore."

Quan Nai smiled happily: "That's really great, it seems that my brother's recovery is just around the corner! ——Today's lunch includes fish soup, stewed mushrooms, and seaweed rice...all made by me!"

Madara showed some surprise cooperatively: "When did Quanna learn to cook?"

"I learned it specially for my brother! Brother, eat quickly! I have good news for you after eating!"

Madara started to eat with the spoon that Quanna gave her.Recently, his appetite has been very poor. Even if Quan Nai cooks, he only eats a few more mouthfuls, and he can't help but spit it out any more.Quan Nai also knew that even though she intended to let him eat more, she obediently stopped feeding after Madara shook her head and refused.

"Come on, what's the good news?" Madara asked slightly tilting her head.

Quan Nai raised a smiling face: "The cure for blindness has been found!"

Madara's breath stagnates, "What did you say?"

"I searched through the family records, and finally found a cure for kaleidoscope blindness! After the treatment, not only can the vision be restored, but it can also be improved to a higher level!"

"what way?"

Quan Nai's smile froze, and she immediately recovered as if nothing had happened, "Ah, it's not a 'surprise' if you say it! I discussed with the elders that the operation will be performed the day after tomorrow. Brother, you need to take good care of your body these two days! Also, the operation The younger brother can't go to the battlefield immediately, he needs to cultivate for a month!"

After a short period of ecstasy, Madara said calmly: "What's the price?" There is a price to gain any power, and Madara doesn't think the problem of Kaleidoscope Sharingan is so easy to solve.

Quanna dodged and turned her head, "Brother, don't feel bad, our Uchiha is the top family in the ninja world, what can't we afford? Don't worry, I have all the procedures for my review. Compared with my brother, I think that price A piece of cake"

Madara nodded slightly, "While busy with this matter, don't neglect other matters."

"I don't need to worry too much. After my brother recovers, I will hand over these matters to my brother." Quan Nai said with a smile, "And..."

"Ok?"

"Brother, you have to live well."

"Of course." Although she couldn't see it, Madara's index finger accurately touched Quanna's forehead, "Let's live a good life together."

Seeing Madara's unconcealable joy, Quanna smiled silently, her expression full of nostalgia.

Three days later, Madara's surgery began.

A dose of local anesthesia was applied, and within a day of the operation, the eyes could already feel the light.Everything went smoothly, so smoothly that Madara couldn't believe it.

"Master Madara, the bandage cannot be removed yet." The family doctor Ninja reminded.Spotted nodded, reaching out to touch his bandaged eyes. "How many days does it take to recover?"

"Adults are in good health, it only takes half a month!"

"Hmm. Where's Quanna?"

There was a moment of silence in the ward.Madara slowly frowned, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.His tone became tough: "Where is Quanna!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and a doctor said in a low voice: "Master Quan Nai..."

"I'm here, brother."

The young man who struggled to get down from the bed next door dragged his extremely exhausted body, followed the sound to find Madara's bedside, and held his hand. "I'm here."

"Quanna?" Ban Xinxia breathed a sigh of relief, and then noticed that his younger brother's tone was a little weak, "What's wrong with your voice?"

"I've been waiting outside for my brother all day, and I'm a little tired." The boy casually found an excuse, and tried his best to make his voice sound full of energy.What Madara couldn't see was that Quanna was wearing the same hospital gown as him, with mottled blood oozing from the bandage wrapped around her eyes, and the other hand holding the edge of the bed was shaking uncontrollably.

Madara frowned, "How can you not take care of your body? Go back and rest!"

"Well, brother should also take a good rest." Quan Nai smiled, let go of her hand, and fell directly on the bed next to her.

Losing the kaleidoscope and replacing it with a pair of eyes of ordinary people, Quan Nai's body began to weaken.

Sharingan is not something that can be changed at will. Unmatched Sharingan not only lacks strength, but also devours vitality.At present, there is no Sharingan in the whole family that can match Quanna.Sensibly speaking, it is better to let it blind even with empty eye sockets than to change a pair at random.

But in the current Uchiha family, their brothers are the only ones to look forward to, Madara is in bed, and Quanna, the "healthy" younger brother, needs to handle a lot of family affairs, and at the same time provoke the leader on the battlefield.Madara is careful and keen, and has strong intuition. In order not to arouse doubts in his heart, Quanna had to change his eyes and go straight to the battle, dragging his sick body to make everything perfect. ——If his brother finds out ahead of time, he has no doubt that Madara will dig out his eyes and give them back to him.In this case, wouldn't the previous decision be meaningless?

Under Quanna's stern warning, the whole family kept Madara a secret.The elders have no objection to this - Madara's value is much higher than Quanna's.

On the day Madara removed the stitches, Quanna went to the battlefield.

The joy of regaining the light was completely chilled by this news.Madara knew that with Iquanna's temperament, he would temporarily put aside the big things and wait for himself to recover.Therefore, Madara immediately determined that something happened to him!

No, it should be said that he had something to hide from himself before!

The strange feeling has been verified all the time, and the fan of flames is pulled out to split the ground, and the ground surface is cracked in a large area. "Speak!" The doctor couldn't bear the strong pressure, and he was sweating profusely on his knees, and finally couldn't help telling him the matter.

"Where is he now?"

"A mission in the northern battlefield..."

The spots disappeared instantly.

The huge murderous aura and the oppressive force of Chakra remained in the air, and Yiren clutched his chest for a few hard breaths, and staggered to report to the elder.

It was raining cold and clear outside the window.Hashirama had just finished bathing and was standing in the corridor wearing a loose coat.

This is the temporary camp of the Qianshou family on the border between Lei Zhiguo and Fire Nation, and the surrounding area is not very peaceful.The chakra fluctuations of various attributes came from the air far away, and the distant fire could be vaguely seen through the night.Continuous rain cannot quench the madness of human struggle.

"There are wars everywhere..." Looking at the night sky, Hashirama murmured.

In the rain curtain, a person came quietly, taking his time, letting the cold rain soak his whole body.Hashirama noticed the man's Chakra breath for the first time, his pupils shrank, but he said softly: "... Madara?"

"Ah."

Such a calm and normal answer made Hashirama almost flattered - Madara hasn't been so "friendly" to herself for a long time!

The person in the twilight approached slowly, the dark blue clothes on his body were completely soaked, and his unruly straight hair fell down obediently after being soaked in the rain.His face was pale, cold water droplets slid down his face to the tip of his chin, one drop after another, falling silently.The whole person reveals an indescribable sense of desolation and desolation.Those dark eyes looked at Hashirama, with a dangerous and unknown temptation like an abyss.

A nameless heat surged into his heart, and Hashirama suddenly felt a little out of breath.The door was behind him, but he couldn't move an inch as if he was frozen, watching Madara walk in front of him.

"Thousand-handed pillars." His eyes were as calm as a dead pool, and the whispers that fell into this quiet small courtyard were almost interrupted by the sound of rain, "Let's do it."

Before Hashirama, who was completely stunned, could react, Madara hugged him, bit his neck and gnawed kisses all the way up the curve.The wet clothes stick to the cold skin, and the breath of despair leaks from the soul.In the tight embrace, Hashirama could feel him trembling uncontrollably.

With a messy breath on his face, Hashirama held back the rushing lust | desire and hugged him tightly, "Be rational! Madara! What happened?"

The pupils of the man in his arms were empty, and he bit the tip of Zhu Jian's ear, and said lightly, "Let's do it."

Alcohol, sex, and killing are the three things that can relieve pain the most.Wine makes people intoxicated, sex makes people addicted, killing makes people addicted.Once a person's desire in a certain aspect is magnified to the extreme, occupying the reason and disturbing the memory, the pain will no longer feel so painful.

So he instinctively went to Senju Bashirama.

The impression of the second half of the night was vague, like a fight mixed with pleasure and pain, but it was on the bed.He entangled and swallowed all the words, and the callused palms lingered and stroked his whole body, and finally fell a soft and pious kiss.Hashirama's plenty of foreplay was disliked by Madara for being too gentle: between ninjas, roughness and pain are the best adjustments.The other party was kind, he put aside his rationality and no longer suppressed his desire, and was entangled with his whole body, and he was still calling his name over and over again in his ears in the confusion of lust.The moment he entered, there was a tearing pain in his chest at first, and after a brief pause, the other party successfully attacked the city and conquered territory in his body through the lubrication of blood.

Extreme pain brings extreme pleasure.Thanks to the excellent physical strength of the Senshou Clan, Senshou Bashima did it over and over again several times. He indulged in one-*** desire | all night, his muscles spasmed slightly, and he was so tired that he could hardly breathe.

The next morning, Hashirama woke up first.

Spotted red|Lying naked next to him with eyes closed, his fair body is covered with bruises and purple hickeys.Looking at his "masterpiece" overnight, Hashirama's breathing became heavy, and he got out of bed in embarrassment and got dressed, lest he couldn't hold back and pounced on him again.

Leaving the room lightly, ordered the clansmen to prepare breakfast, and entered the office next to him.

A new batch of files has been sent up.Before it was time for official work, Hashirama just flipped through it casually.The first document to write is Uchiha Quanna's death.

Madara's brother... is dead? !

Hashirama is unbelievable, Uchiha Izuna who has a kaleidoscope Sharingan can be regarded as one of the top masters in the world!But thinking about Madara's strange behavior yesterday... this matter is probably true.

That's the person Madara values ​​most!Any comfort seemed pale, Hashirama pursed her lips, not knowing what it was like in her heart.

Another document was pulled out, which was sent from within the family.A glance between the pillars...

Married with the Uzumaki Clan's...

Madara woke up the moment Hashirama left.The feeling of exhaustion came from the depths of his soul, and he didn't want to move at all.

After a while, Qianshou Zhujian came in with breakfast.Madara still had her eyes closed, and after a while, a warm towel touched her skin and gently wiped her face.After wiping, Hashirama didn't leave, just stared at him quietly with his head down.

Madara opened her eyes, just in time to meet those black eyes exuding tenderness and tenderness.

Hashirama was startled, "Madara, you're awake..."

Madara sat up half propped up, the blanket slid up to her waist to expose her upper body.Hashirama's breath stagnates, trying to look away.

Feeling something flowing from the lower body along the base of the thigh... Madara's face darkened, the air pressure immediately dropped by a notch, and he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Thousands of hands! Hurry up and prepare the bath water!"

Hashirama was not an idiot, and immediately thought of the reason, his face turned red up to his neck.If anyone from the Qianshou tribe saw the image of their Patriarch at this moment, they would definitely be disillusioned!

He twitched the corners of his mouth, but couldn't smile, grabbed the clean clothes Hashirama had prepared and put them on casually. "My breakfast?"

"Ah? Oh, yes." Hashirama brought the bowl over.Madara took it, and thanked lightly.

Hashirama watched him eat breakfast with etiquette and elegance, as if yesterday's depression and fragility were illusions.

"That... Madara..."

She didn't say anything, Madara didn't open her mouth, she nodded to signal him to continue.

Hashirama's rare embarrassment, the previous calmness is gone, as if he has turned back to the boy who didn't know what happened back then.The fiery emotion in my heart wanted to spew out, but it was blocked in an outlet that I didn't know how to vent, and the tips of my ears were stained with crimson. "...Let's be together, Madara!" After speaking, he held his breath and looked at Madara expectantly and anxiously.

He even thought that if Madara agrees, he can solve the pressure from Uzumaki and the family.Apart from marriage, any price is fine!

Madara froze, immediately regained her composure and put down the empty bowl, wiped the corners of her mouth with a towel, lowered her eyes and said calmly, "You want to do it again?"

"I really like you……"

"Just say what you want to do." Madara interrupted his confession, looked up at him coldly, "don't talk useless words."

There was only frost in those black eyes, and it was as if cold water had been poured on Hashirama's head, and his hands and feet were cold.

"Don't challenge my bottom line." Madara said word by word, "Patriarch of the Thousand Hands!"

After a night of lingering, they broke up unhappy.

When Madara returned to the clan, there was only indifference and sternness on his brows, and the rest seemed to be the same as when Quanna was alive.The people in the family were unavoidably relieved while trembling.they are afraid of this