[Hokage] I'm Madara Uchiha

Although the imperial mausoleum is only a secondary space between the world and the underworld, it can be considered a different space anyway.People who have experienced it twice certainly know how painful it feels to travel through time and space... I won't say much, if I say too much, I will cry.

This time the conditions were even worse, the connection channel between the secondary space and the main space was not easy to stabilize, and a little carelessness would be torn and swallowed by the cracks in the space beside him.The hands of the two were separated abruptly in the turbulent flow of space. Fortunately, Hashirama reacted quickly, otherwise they would have lost a few fingers.

The power of time and space is beyond human control.Madara looked at the increasingly chaotic spatial cracks around him, put out his thoughts of acting rashly, and looked back to see Hashirama looking around in panic, looking for him.Madara looked in that direction, his black pupils shrank suddenly, as if he saw something that shocked him extremely.He opened his mouth to say something to him, but couldn't make a sound.Then the whole person fell into endless darkness.

Don't get me wrong, Madara didn't pass out.As soon as the hands of the two were released, he hurriedly searched for the lover who had disappeared into the darkness, but he only caught a piece of broken cloth—the one on Mottled's sleeve.Before he had time to figure out what was going on, the dark and broken streamers around him suddenly burst into strong light, accompanied by countless loud roars.

The roar came from all directions, penetrated into the skin and eardrums, brought the sound into the mind, and then exploded!Hashirama's alert eyes froze for a moment.The eyes see nothing but a white light; the ears hear nothing but a roar.There is a vast expanse of space around, and nothing can be touched, except to let the disorderly space storm engulf and drift.

At this moment, there is no connection between the world and the ground, and it is not appropriate to use Chakra rashly, and you don't even know what kind of bad situation you are about to face.More dreadful than danger is the unknown.He only claims to be the number one master in the mainland and a legend in the ninja world, but he is helpless about it.

A strong sense of suffocation surged in his chest, and he bit the tip of his mouth and tongue hard. The smell of blood spread in his mouth, and the sharp pain pulled back his sanity a little.

My heart is like pouring a basin of ice water on my head, half of it is cold and half of it is hot.Hashirama found that things were far beyond expectations. How many years has this feeling of helplessness not passed?

——Where is Madara?Will bee be okay?

——No, the cat promised again...

——Is the tailed beast believable?

... A series of chaotic thoughts flashed through my mind, and my thoughts became more and more chaotic.The sense of threat was approaching again, and the ninja's intuition warned him to calm down and not think too much.His hands trembled uncontrollably because of the pain in his soul, he restrained the trembling, groped for the shuriken at his waist, and charged up to stab fiercely in a certain direction.

There was a soft laugh in a trance, and the other party took advantage of the opportunity to dodge the shuriken that was as fast as lightning.At the same time, a force rolled up Hashirama's right arm in that direction, making him unable to move.

The space was so white that nothing could be seen, Hashirama simply closed his eyes, and shook the shackles with his backhand, the invisible murderous aura swelled around his body, like an invisible barrier, the shuriken in his left hand came first, with Intuition pierces directly to the source of power.

Hashirama really wanted to kill, but the opponent stopped.

"Very good." The erratic voice echoed in my ears, and it dissipated as soon as I blew. "But...it's a little worse than Six Paths."

"Who are you?" Facing the void, Hashirama asked coldly.

There was silence in response to him.However, whether the impact of sound or strong light is getting bigger and bigger, his drifting soul gradually finds a strange rhythm in this chaotic chaos, which is slow and magnificent, bringing some comfort to his painful soul.

The other party's silence made him more vigilant.He bit his lip to stabilize the body that was out of control due to the roar, and forced to run the chakra, only to find that the power that used to flow like water could not be controlled at all.On the contrary, because of this tossing, blood overflowed from his throat, dripping continuously and staining his collar red.The whole space is crazily seizing his power again.At this moment, his body and soul have reached their limits.

For the first time, Senshou Zhujian tasted the feeling of being slaughtered by others.The momentum around him gradually weakened, and he finally fell into a coma uncontrollably.

On the other hand, Madara's situation is much better.After being separated from Zhujian, the terrifying cracks and turbulence in the surrounding space slowly subsided.Drifting in the twisting darkness for a moment, his feet finally touched the ground, and the feeling of weightlessness disappeared.

That's right, the ground.

A slender road, floating in a chaotic space, leads straight to the dark depths of the unknown.

The dark void is dotted with clusters of light, floating slowly, their light is not dim, it can almost be called brilliance, but they are all cold, only light, no heat.From time to time, there are light clusters dragging long tails like meteors across the boundless dark sky.

So -- cold, barren, even eerie -- beautiful.

Madara looked at it coldly for a moment, then stepped on the long and narrow road.

His footsteps were unhurried, and the world was so quiet as if there was only one person, which was true in a way.The only thing he could hear was his own shallow breathing.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a giant dark red door appeared in front of my eyes, not attached to any wall, standing strangely at the end of the road.Madara stretched out his hand and pushed gently, and the door, which seemed to weigh more than ten thousand catties, folded inward silently.

Sunlight came out from the door, and after walking in the darkness for a long time, Madara narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.After adapting to the dazzling light, he opened his eyes again, and saw a child with short straight hair, about seven or eight years old.And he himself was in a dense forest.

The child was standing by the stream, arguing with a boy with a cut-off doll's head.The two children didn't notice Madara's presence at all, and Madara couldn't hear what they were saying.

The high sky is as blue as water, the trees sway gently, and the river flows slowly, but there is no sound.

— like a silent movie.

After watching it for a long time, Madara realized how the inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.This boy with prickly hair looks exactly the same as himself when he was a child—only his face is exactly the same. Madara remembers that he has always combed the standard black and long straight hair, and his long hair is meticulously groomed. He has never been so flamboyant like a hedgehog. Same hairstyle.Moreover, he was reincarnated. He had a city in his chest since he was a child. He was calm, cautious, and prepared. He participated in the decision-making meeting of his mother's political affairs at the age of seven.The most obvious expression is just a reserved and appropriate smile, there will never be such an emotional expression.

However, this boy may also be "Uchiha Madara"!Thinking of that wonderful trip to another world, Madara curled the corners of her lips thoughtfully, continuing to enjoy the silent movie.

Not having a voice is not a big problem. Madara is proficient in lip language, and based on the few words he sees and their movements and expressions, he can roughly clear up the front and back of the incident.

To Madara's surprise, the doll head with a cold face and a serious look was actually Hashirama's childhood!He stared at the child for a long time, interested in discovering the similarities between him and the Qianju Zhujian he knew, and finally came to the conclusion with regret: Hashirama is definitely a typical example of the eighteenth male transformation.

Hmm... the doll head is pretty cute too!

Madara stroked his chin regretfully, and sighed.

——Bamboo horse, bamboo horse or something, it’s very loving just thinking about it!

It's a pity, I have been living in the Water Country Water Pavilion Poyangju before the age of eight, and my communication is very strictly controlled. I rarely go back to the Uchiha clan, and I go out casually and meet the children of the feud and make friends with them. It is even more impossible to happen.

Besides, if he really met when he was young, he didn't think he would fall in love with Senju Bashirama as much as he does now.At that time, the young Hashirama looked serious and mature, but the arrogance and rebellion inside was actually comparable to that of Uchiha Madara at that time-this is understandable, young and promising, valuable status, and outstanding talent, which boy is not proud?

The mottled skin is young, but the soul inside has already gone through a lifetime of mortals. Such a cold and arrogant young man who shows his sharpness is really not his type.The Senshou Zhujian he likes is just the man who has experienced the baptism of conspiracy and the test of war, who holds his edge in the depths, is arrogant but not arrogant, advances and retreats in a proper manner, can calmly face all situations, and insists on his bottom line.

The adult Senshou Hashirama has grown to be qualified to make Uchiha Madara tempted, and meeting Madara prematurely is likely to be unfortunate for Hashirama—of course, only for Hashirama in this world.No matter which world has helped the juvenile Zhujian deal with the relationship with the future boss, from this point of view, Qianju Zhujian is indeed the son of the goddess of fate.

In a flash, the scene turned into an old Japanese-style inner room. The stern and serious man warned the child kneeling opposite him. The boy tried his best to argue a few words, and finally bowed his head.

The same thing happened at Uchiha's house.

The warnings of adults cannot stop the affection between children.The two children protected each other, protected each other against the wishes of adults, and made an agreement in private.

The secret relationship between the offspring of feuds... the ninja version of Romeo and Juliet?

Madara immediately realized that he seemed to be thinking a little too much. The relationship between himself and Hashirama does not mean that Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama are like this in all worlds.After all, there are far more pure friendships than impure love among men.

The environment in the ninja world is naturally more complicated than that famous drama, but fortunately, the two children are not ordinary people.What happened next was both unexpected and reasonable.The war took away the relatives of both sides, the shadow of death enveloped the ninja world, and people's desire for peace became stronger and stronger.More than ten years of honing has made the young Hashirama's mind more stable, and Madara Uchiha has shown great strength on the battlefield.The power between the two is not too much to give up, and they act with one tough and one soft, which greatly deters the hostile forces.

How can the so-called victory heal the pain of losing a loved one?The death of Uchiha Quanna became the final blow to break Uchiha Madara's psychological defense.He finally agreed to let go of the past with Qianshou and jointly create Muye Village.This achievement has laid the foundation for peace and checks and balances among the five major powers in one fell swoop.

Konoha, the beginning of all origins.

— is just the beginning.

The brilliance of heroes and great men illuminates the dark night sky, making history look bright forever.A few words can sum up the whole process. Of course, there is nothing to say about the killings that come and go, the darkness behind politics, and the transactions. The heart-wrenching tears in the dead of night, the hoarse shouts and the fright and melancholy of dreaming in the middle of the night, how can words express it all?How can glory comfort the hazy feelings, lost love, premature friendship, and irrenewable family affection?

The people of Sri Lanka have gone, the past is over, and what they have done is only sincere.

The establishment of Konoha indicates a new round of system reform and power division in the ninja world. Behind every strong man and every family, there are complicated forces standing in line and confronting each other.The momentum of the foreign enemy was slightly weaker, and the internal fighting started quietly again.

Senju Zhuma and Uchiha Madara gradually became involuntary.

They can't be sorry to Konoha, and they can't be sorry to those who follow their will.

Ideas are the most difficult to distinguish between right and wrong. Upholding peace can be appeasement and balance or weakness and short-sightedness. Conquest can be to cut off future troubles or be cruel and easy to kill.Even if there is a difference between kingly and overbearing, it is just that the beneficiaries are different.Only the history of the future is qualified to judge this.However, as far as the political struggle at this time is concerned, choosing one side will inevitably abandon the other side, and those eliminated by history cannot be proved by history, the fact is so cruel.

Both sides in this battle have their own losses, and Uchiha Madara gradually falls below.The factions in Konoha are complex, not only the two founders.If things go on like this, Konoha will inevitably decline.At the same time, the stubborn and arrogant Uchiha Madara is neither dissatisfied with Konoha Ninja's external concessions, nor willing to give in to the rejection of the village.

So there was a battle between the two at the cliff waterfall, which ended with one dead and one injured.

It was Uchiha Madara who died, and fell off the cliff without a trace.Senju Zhuma, who was seriously injured, also passed away soon.

The world in front of him gradually darkened, returning to the polar night void.The door disappeared, and the path under his feet came to an end.

Madara stood in place and watched the big show, her relaxed smile disappeared completely, and her face sank like water.His dark eyes were as deep as the night, and he couldn't see any joy or anger.

"……What do you want to tell me?"

A voice came from the void: "Fate."

"The fate of me and Hashirama?"

"The fate of the whole world."

"Oh! How can Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama control the whole world?" Madara sneered, "I have never seen Hashirama when I was young, and I will never go that far in the future!" Seeing Uchiha Madara fall There was nothing at the time of the cliff, because he knew that the other party was not him, but when he saw Senjujuma was extremely weak and still supported his work, and finally bid farewell to the world alone at dusk, his heart throbbed uncontrollably.

——Heartbroken.

The voice was silent for a moment, but the voice was still so calm and unwavering, as if calling from the bottom of the human heart: "That is the future without you, the soul from another world."