[Hokage] Long Night Shimmer

Uchiha Mao is dead.

To be precise, it disappeared.

The kind that can't see people alive, and can't see dead bodies.

I thought it was just a simple mission, but I didn't expect it to be a conspiracy of the enemy country. No matter how famous Uchiha Mao is, he is useless to face hordes of ninjas.

When the reinforcements sent by Konoha arrived, they saw corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood, but the people they wanted to support had disappeared, only the leftover saber still stained with blood was found.

Qianshou Feijian hadn't reacted when he got the news, the hand holding the writing brush froze there, and the ink dripped onto the paper with a thud, blurring a shadow.

Looking down, the ink just covered half of what he wanted to write, and this piece of paper was wasted.Feijian sighed, tore off the edge of the paper, and threw it into the wastebasket.

I don't know why, when I heard the news, I didn't have much emotional fluctuations. On the contrary, I felt a feeling of "it's still here".

Uchiha Madara is probably going crazy.

As he thought, Madara came back from the outside with the reinforcement team silently, holding the small sword picked up on the battlefield in his hand.His eyes were piercing, as if burning with flames, and the murderous aura around him was so sharp that one couldn't avoid it.

——Like Shura reincarnated.

When the knife loses its scabbard, everything runs in an irreversible direction.

The opinions of the two founders of the village gradually began to diverge. This was fine in the past, but recently the contradictions have become more and more intensified.

Finally one day, Uchiha Madara left Konoha alone, without a family to follow, no matter how Ren Senshouzhuma stayed, he could not change his decision, and abandoned the village of their dreams without hesitation.

Fei Jian didn't know what happened between them, but he knew that if that person was still there, it would be impossible to just watch him leave like this.

I thought it was crazy what the other party said to me before leaving, but I didn't expect that what he did a few years later made me even more unbelievable.

Madara controlled Kyuubi to attack Konoha, Hashirama stepped forward as the head of a village, and started a fierce battle with his former best friend. The battle lasted for three days and three nights.When Toika arrived, what he saw was the unrecognizable terrain and Uchiha Madara lying in the water. Senju Hashirama stood aside, his expressionless face made people shudder inexplicably.

The two brothers were relatively silent.

For a moment, the scene in front of them overlapped with the great battle before the alliance between the two clans, but no one named Mao Uchiha stood in front of them anymore.

"My brother and I will treat your people well, for Mao's sake. So... rest in peace."

After all, the coffin lid was closed between the doors.

Uchiha Madara died, and his body was hidden in the deep mountains of Konoha.

Uchiha has been in decline for a long time due to this series of changes, and it slowly improved after the Konoha Guard was established.

Kyuubi was taken into custody by Konoha after the Great War, Uzumaki Mito voluntarily became Jinchuriki, and sealed the Tailed Beast in his body with a unique sealing technique.

Senju Zhuma proposed to distribute the Nine Tailed Beasts for the safety of the ninja world, and the five major powers agreed to unite the front.

Everything seems to be back on track again.

Senju Hima continued to study his ninjutsu, and began to compile and improve history books in his spare time, trying to record true and effective information so that it can be passed down from generation to generation.

When writing to a certain place, his pen stopped for a while, thinking of the specious conversation between that person and himself back then, he began to hesitate again.

"If you want to record the history of Konoha, remember not to put my name on it."

"why?"

"There are so many reasons, it's better not to know too much about some things... promise me, Tobima?"

"..."

"...Okay, I'll keep an eye out."

After thinking about it again and again, Feijian still picked up a pen and wrote a paragraph. In just a few lines, he finished introducing a person's biography, and then started the next round of writing.

Following this incident, a major breakthrough in the study of ninjutsu was completed, but as soon as the study was successful, it was banned by the elder brother, and it was not allowed to be used except in special circumstances.Tobima had no choice but to be his Naruto's deputy and take on the responsibility of teaching the six little radish heads.

In the middle of this year, Senju Bashima had a little granddaughter named Tsunade.I also love this new little life, Fei Jian, which is one of the few happy events among these tedious things recently.

But the news that came immediately hit him in the head and left him in a daze.

After being examined by the doctor, Senju Juma's body was gradually declining, and he might die soon. If Tobima hadn't noticed it and hurriedly asked people to see the situation, he might be kept in the dark when he died.

As strong as Senju Hashirama, there will be a day when the hero ends.

He should have known earlier that Uchiha Madara was not the only one who died in that battle.

"Did you already know this..."

The man looked at the ninjutsu that failed again in front of him, and finally accepted the fact - an astonishing and vulgar fact established in his mind.

"Sure enough, you are not dead. It seems that Madara is not wrong. Compared with him, I am crazy. I have verified the fact that you are alive over and over again..." Feijian covered his face and smiled softly. There was a bit of madness in it, "So, where have you been, have you returned to your own time?"

He muttered to himself, as if dazed.

The book at hand fell to the ground, bent over to pick it up, and happened to see a few lines at the beginning of this page, and couldn't help but think back to what the woman said.

His impetuous heart immediately calmed down, leaving only deep helplessness and complicated emotions that even he couldn't tell.

"It turns out that you have expected this a long time ago, you have already expected that they will have this day... you are worthy of the cunning Uchiha."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter where you go, as long as you're alive..."

The person left, but the book was spread out on the table at random, lying there quietly, and some crumpled paper recorded various outstanding figures during the war.

"The number one female ninja in the Warring States period, the Uchiha clan, her name is unknown, she is good at using swords, and she has a beautiful appearance. The world calls it the flower of the battlefield."

Five years after the history book was compiled, its relevant content was personally removed by the editor, Second Hokage.

The flowers on the battlefield feed on corpses and blood, and the more they drink blood, the more beautiful they become. They are not flowers that can be produced by peaceful soil.

The world will regret her withering, but will not remember it.

A few years later, when people of the older generation talk about this matter again, they will only remember that there was such a person who was active on the battlefield, and a look in his eyes amazed the time.

After the death of the first generation of Hokage, the ninja world was in turmoil. The other four countries took advantage of the vacancy and pointed their finger at Konoha.

The flames of war have not subsided, and it will break out again not long after each ninja war.

In an underground cave in the Kingdom of Grass, a white-haired old man sat quietly on a stone seat, leaning against a huge sickle, and pinching an old yellowed photo with his skinny fingers.

He gently wiped the surface, trying to show that strange yet familiar face more clearly, but the photo was already distorted due to the age, and it was not a problem that could be solved by simply rubbing it a few times.

Madara sighed softly, and finally gave up his stubborn behavior.

"Banban! The cherry blossoms in the land of flowers are blooming, I secretly broke one for you~"

A voice with a strange tone came from the depths of the cave, and a humanoid creature whose body was so white that it didn't look like a human poked its head out from the ground, stretched out its hand and handed the flower branch to him, and shook it triumphantly.

"Noisy." He frowned, his hoarse voice full of impatience.

Bai Jue shut his mouth abruptly, and his expressionless eyes showed a little bit of grievance strangely.

Banmo paused for a moment, glanced at the dazzling pink color, and said lightly: "Let's go after putting it here, don't bother me."

"Understood~" Bai Jue received the amnesty, quickly put down the cherry blossoms, and then disappeared into the ground with a whoosh.

He was speechless for a long time, and looked down at the flower branches at his feet with a complicated expression. The flowers were lush and vigorous, and it could be seen that they were newly bloomed, but how long can the broken cherry blossoms last?

In such a dark underground, there is no soil and no nutrients, and no matter how bright the flowers are, they will not survive long.

Madara bent down to pick up the flower branch on the ground, carefully placed it on her leg, and unconsciously twirled the soft petals with her fingers.

The cherry blossoms in the country of flowers bloomed again, but the person who accompanied me to enjoy the flowers was long gone.

After he figured out Mao's true origin, he began to prepare his own plan, not only for the ideal but also thinking that one day he could witness her birth.

He waited and waited, until he was dying, when he was old and withered, and when he was about to give up, he suddenly heard that person's name again on the battlefield.

But I have lost my glory, and the gap between them is not only the age but also the age.

Even so, but...my time is running out.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

For "his" ideals.

For "their" ideals.

All the long wait is worth it.

When the ideal is realized, it will be the time when they meet again.

Thinking of this, Madara clenched the flower branch in her hand, and closed her eyes slowly but firmly.

The author has something to say:

The Warring States Chapter is over, and this chapter contains a bit of information. To be precise, both Madara and Toboma have guessed Mao's identity.Congratulations to the male lead, he hardly has any role in the future.

Because I want to write a big heroine article, so the heroine was completely eliminated by me. The veterans said that I did the right thing? (top the lid and run)