[Hokage] Long Night Shimmer

Early spring, when it is warm and cold.

The ice of Nanhechuan melted, and the river water was like a blue tendon, bending and undulating in the river bed, Zhang Weng pulsating, and finally merged into the other end of the invisible end.

The clear river reflected his pale and indifferent face, as if he had lost his soul, leaving only a cold and mechanismless body.

Mao picked up a stone to scatter the reflection, then hugged his legs tightly and buried his head deeply between them, the man's extremely weak face appeared in his mind again.

"Sorry, Mao, I know that you also want a truce in your own selfishness, but I don't trust Senju. Maybe Senju Hashirama can let go of his hatred, but what about others? Not everyone can be like him, but every Uchiha One wrong step will usher in an abyss beyond redemption.”

"Mao, I know I'm self-willed, so let me be self-willed again before I die, don't stop me."

"The last and the last... Please stay by Brother Ban's side and supervise him not to go astray."

"Even...he will run counter to my ideas, but he is my brother, I can only ask you..."

Quanna...

She still remembered the touch of that person's icy hand touching her cheek, it was so cold that it felt like her heart was about to freeze.

"I guessed you would come here."

A deep voice came from behind, so familiar that Mao knew who it was without turning around.

"Yeah, you found me again." She responded softly, raised her head to look at the calm water in panic, and spoke slowly after a long time.

"A person once told me that there is no need to cry for the dead, because it is meaningless. At that time, I deeply believed it. I was used to seeing all kinds of life and death, and my heart was already numb."

Years have passed, and bits and pieces from the depths of memory are presented before my eyes again, as if the next day.The dialogue between Orochimaru and himself at that time seems to have a different feeling now.

The visitor just stood quietly behind her, without speaking for a long time, only the woman's cold voice echoed in the empty woods.

"But people are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, but it's just not at the point of sadness."

"But, Madara." Mao stood up and casually patted the dust on his clothes, his voice was flat and unwavering.

"If one day I'm gone, there's no need to feel sorry for me, just think I'm just living in another world."

She figured it out, she was a person who shouldn't exist in this world, what will happen to her in the future is unknown to her, as long as she lives well in the present moment is enough.

Maybe she still has the luck to go home, but 14 years have passed, and no matter how strong the expectation is, it has almost disappeared under the test of time.

Mao quietly held the big calloused hand, the warmth from the palm made her feel extremely at ease, and she couldn't help but yearn for this feeling.

"Madara... From now on, there will only be the two of us, so let's live together with Quanna's share."

Seeing the woman's incomparably pious movements, Madara's heart trembled, she grabbed the soft and slender bare hand and pulled her into her arms, and lowered her head to rest on her shoulder.

The latter was taken aback by this sudden movement, and just as he was about to struggle back, he felt the wetness of the cloth on his shoulders. Mao was silent for a moment, sighed, and stretched out his hand to caress his back.

Listening to the thick and powerful heartbeat in her ears, her heart gradually calmed down, and she let the man embrace her as if he was venting.

"Mao, I will definitely... protect you."

There was a trace of choking in his voice, but there was sincerity in his words.Maou's eyes softened, he fondled the furry head on his shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Thank you, Madara, I've always believed in you so much."

Not long after, Uchiha Quanna was buried.

Before closing the coffin, Mao took one last look at the figure in white clothes inside the coffin, the young man had a relieved smile on his lips, and was as quiet as if he had fallen asleep.

It wasn't until the coffin was completely buried in the loess that she silently looked away, suppressing the sourness in her heart.

Before Quanna died, she handed over the kaleidoscope of her eyes to her elder brother. Maybe it was for the memory, maybe it was for the new power. The next day, Madara asked the medical ninja to arrange an operation to replace the eyes.

Madara, who has just undergone eye replacement surgery, can't devote himself to work, and Quanna has passed away, so Mao and Fire Core have to help handle the important affairs of the clan.If there is an undecided matter, the two of them will read it to Ban, and he will make a decision.

In this way, these cumbersome documents were approved in time.

After a few more days, the bandages in front of Madara's eyes were finally removed. Although he was still a little depressed after receiving the power of the eternal kaleidoscope, he was already doing his best to cheer up.As the patriarch, the most important thing at the moment is to stabilize the hearts of the people and guide Uchiha's direction again. There is no extra time for him to feel grateful.

Uchiha just remained silent for a while, and Madara's temperament became more and more unfriendly to strangers, and there was more cold determination in his eyes that was not there before, as if it would burst out in the next second.

Suddenly one day, behind everyone's back, he sent a battle invitation to Qianshou, and went to the appointment alone with a weapon.When Mao came back from a mission and received the news, Madara had already left the clan for a long time.

"What? Madara went to a one-on-one fight with Senju Zhujian! Did no one follow?!"

"Master Huohe led a small group of people to follow the patriarch!"

"How long have you been away?"

"About two hours."

She waved back the clansman, pinched the bridge of her nose impatiently, and slightly frowned her beautiful eyebrows, showing how irritable she was at the moment.

Madara has an eternal kaleidoscope, which has no side effects compared to ordinary kaleidoscopes, but after all Uchiha's physique is not as good as Senju with excellent battery life, Mao is very worried about any accidents.

Thinking of this, she immediately decided to take a look in person, because she hadn't had time to change her outfit just after she left the mission, which made her move more convenient.

When Mao rushed to the place, Senju Hashirama and Madara fought inseparably, the blue-purple tengu giant and wooden figurine got entangled together, and the ground under their feet trembled because of their fight.

Seeing her coming, Uchiha gave way one after another. The woman with a stern face went straight to the front of the tribe, and coldly glanced at Senshou opposite, until they couldn't help but take half a step back.

Tobima frowned unobservably, walked out of the team and stood in front of her, asking coldly, "What are you doing here? This is a battle between Big Brother and Uchiha Madara."

Mao caressed his blown hair slowly, and cast a sharp gaze at him: "I didn't have to make a special trip, but don't you know why? Besides, you're already here, I Why can't you come? You can't let Qianshou take advantage of you."

The frown on the door was further tightened.

"It's up to you, don't think about making small moves."

She snorted disdainfully, and threw the saber to the ground, not hiding the irony in her eyes at all.

"How come, we Uchiha are not that despicable."

Although she is a little tired now, if she really fights with Qianshoubeijian, she will not be afraid at all. As long as she stands here, he will not dare to act rashly.

Apparently the other party was also aware of this problem, even though she was ridiculed wildly, he just clicked his tongue, and it was rare that he didn't refute anything.

The battlefield over there was dark and dark, and the two sides were deadlocked.

While being vigilant about Senshouban, Mao has been watching the battle over there, a thin layer of sweat broke out in the palm of his hand due to tension, and the hand holding the handle of the knife unconsciously tightened.

This earth-shattering battle lasted for a full day, and finally ended in Madara's defeat.

Almost as soon as it was over, the two quickly came to their respective patriarchs.

Mao drew out his sword and blocked it in front of Madara, in case Senju Hashirama continued to attack.Seeing this, Zhu Jian stretched out his hand to stop his younger brother, shook his head, and turned to look at her sincerely.

"Mao, don't be so nervous, I just want to chat with Madara."

Hearing this, her expression moved slightly, and just as she was about to speak, she was stopped by the person behind her.

"Get out of the way, Mao, this is between me and Hashirama."

"But..."

Madara's voice sank: "Mao."

"...All right."

She took a deep breath, sheathed the knife, and consciously retreated behind Madara and squatted down, lifting him up from the cold ground, exhausted.

"Are you ok?"

Madara leaned on her and coughed a few times: "It's nothing."

Hashirama caught the gap between the two talking, and took the opportunity to say: "Madara, let's form an alliance, just like what we said earlier, you don't want any more casualties, right?"

Saying that, he glanced at Mao who was staring at the two brothers.

"Impossible, my brother is dead and won't trust you anymore."

"How can you trust us again?"

Madara was speechless for a moment, and looked at Senju Fumama behind the other party.

"If you want me to believe you regardless of past suspicions...unless you die, or...kill your brother."

The author has something to say:

Hiccup ha ha ha ha ha Izumi is out, and there are not many chapters left in the Warring States Chapter (scratching head)