[Naruto] The irreversible world

Under the Gobi, the Ninja Alliance and the Army and the Heijue clones were fighting fiercely, and on the Gobi, it was even more chaotic. The originally flat ground had been blasted by large ninjutsu, and large rocks were turned over.

The current form couldn't be better for Madara. Yakushidou and Shirasakura teamed up to draw with Obito, but there was Kakashi who appeared unexpectedly. The soil was also beaten a little bit hard. With the mentality of watching a movie, Madara avoided the battlefield and secretly accumulated energy. His plan was to keep taking off until a certain moment, and only at the most suitable moment can he complete the most perfect one-off. At that moment, the whole world was under the eyes of the moon. Thinking of this, Madara couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

It's just that the smug smile didn't last long, when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Wood escape · Thorn killing technique!" The voice came powerfully, and several thorny wooden sticks protruded from the ground and quickly attacked Madara, forcing him to quickly jump away from the spot.

Flipping back a few times with one hand, Madara stood steadily not far away, raised his head and stared at the person in front of him intently, just like the flat smile in memory.

"Hmph, long time no see, Senshou Bashirama." Madara crossed his arms and said coldly, "He still has the same annoying smile as always."

The first generation looked at his former friends and opponents and suddenly didn't know what to say. Hearing what the other party said, he also slowly withdrew the smile that was automatically shown by the other party.

You can only laugh when you see you, the first generation sighed silently, and then slowly said, "I thought you were dead."

"It is indeed dead. Don't you and I appear in this world as dead people now? The moment you killed me back then gave you the pleasure of being a strong man."

"Madara, I didn't want to be your enemy, it was you who started the war." Hashirama recalled the time when Madara asked to fight him in the Valley of the End, which made him feel very sad now, "You have always been My friend, best friend."

As if hearing something absurd, Madara widened his eyes and laughed loudly, "Friend, do you think you and I are friends, Senju Hashirama, you are so ridiculous and self-righteous, I never put you As a friend."

"spot……"

"Don't call me by my name, you don't deserve to call me by my first name." Madara pointed to Hashirama, "You are Senju, and I am Uchiha, don't erase these two opposing surnames, it's like meeting for the first time If you didn’t hide your surname and get along with each other with an intimate name, you wouldn’t have come to this point, and I wouldn’t have a deep friendship with you, leaving memories that I hate.”

"Disgusting...memory?" Hashirama's eyes dimmed, "Do you really think so?"

"I've always thought so."

"Since you hate it so much, why do you still miss it? Isn't it better to forget?" Hashirama smiled again and said to Madara, "That means Madara still thinks that memory is good in his heart, the first time you and I met."

The two people standing opposite each other fell into memory for a moment.

By that ordinary river, two teenagers met as if drawn by fate, so many people, why did these two people meet together, with different personalities, but they still walked together.

Every time we meet by the river, the friendship will be strong, and every time we meet, we will get closer.

"Do you still remember that the stones kept by each other were exchanged in the last float, and you told me to go quickly." Hashirama laughed, "Madara doesn't want to hurt me."

"That's all just being young at that time, blinded by the so-called friendship." Madara snorted coldly.

"Why did you become like this?" Hashirama asked seriously.

Madara's hand was unconsciously clenched, "There is no reason, it's the fate of Uchiha and Senshou to be in conflict."

"It's not the reason. We've been together for so long."

It's not the reason... Maybe, Madara lowered his eyes, and the wind gently blew through his hair, just like the day Hashirama got married.

Not long after forming an alliance, they worked together for the future dream village and urgently needed more ninja support. Hashirama decided to marry Uzumaki Mito of the Uzumaki clan.

I was invited to stand under the tree, looking at Hashirama not far away, with a smiling face, I held the hand of the bride in white.

"Madara, come quickly." Seeing him, Hashirama shouted happily, "This is Mito."

"En. I wish you happiness." He nodded indifferently. It should be because the lively congratulations around him drowned out his voice, or his voice was too soft. Hashirama couldn't hear clearly and wanted to push away the crowd to walk towards him, but was caught again. The newcomer turned around with a cry.

The receding figure is shaking.

A gust of wind blew his hair, and the cherry blossoms fell on the black hair. He raised his hand to remove the petals from his head, covering his sore eyes.

The guests dispersed, and he sat alone in the independent building prepared for him. The dark room on the second floor with no lights on was filled with loneliness. He lay on the tatami and thought a lot. The pain of his brother's death in the war appeared in front of his eyes. With a comforting and guilty smile, the pain disappeared, but the pain was even more acute when thinking about the wedding banquet during the day, it seemed that Hashirama was more than just a friend.

The melodious sound of the flute came into the open window, he got up and opened the window to look, facing the cherry blossom bushes on the second floor, leaning against the tree trunk, playing the flute between the pillars, looking at him who opened the window .

There was no conversation, waiting for the end of the song, Hashirama wearing a black kimono, the wind blew up the wide sleeves, the cherry blossoms fell like rain, and the moonlight flowed through that time like water

.

After the song was over, he couldn't help asking, "What are you doing here today as a newlywed?"

"Look at Madara, you look unhappy at the banquet," Hashirama said, throwing the flute in his hand to him, he took it, and looked down, "This is the wooden flute I made for you last time , you forgot under the tree you stood during the day."

It wasn't that he forgot, but he wanted to discard it there, so he didn't answer, and acquiesced to Hashirama's words.

"It was you who blew it to me last time, but I couldn't imitate it well. Madara is much more elegant than me. Although they are all ninjas, Madara really has the feeling of the young master of a big family." Hashirama grinned smile.

"Go back quickly, don't let... make the bride wait too long."

"No, I want to accompany you. If you are unhappy, I want to accompany you and make you happy. I don't know why you are unhappy, but you won't tell me if I ask." Hashirama touched his head, " At least if you’re in a bad mood, you need someone to accompany you.”

"Why do you want to accompany me?" My heart trembled when I asked.

"Because we are good friends."

"Oh my friend."

"Well, forever friends, good friends."

The cherry blossoms and the snow under the moon are just the sad memories in my heart that I want to erase.

Later, the family, Konoha, many, many, have come to today.

Madara opened his eyes, and said to the human being opposite, "Stop talking about that, don't ask me why, it's better for me to just oppose each other like this, and this is the result I've always wanted."

A look of sadness or pain flashed across Zhujian's face, and he raised his hand to make a mudra, ready to fight, without further questioning.

The battle between pillars and spots is imminent.