[Comprehensive] Mirror of Death and Life

He slammed the door behind him, causing the photo frame on the table to rattle.I looked into the photo frame, and in some yellowed photos, my father was holding Quanna, my mother was holding Ye, and my second brother and I were putting our hands on Madara’s shoulders at the front at the same time. The whole family was inside, except big brother.

When the eldest brother died, Madara and the others were not yet born, and only from the few words between my second brother and I knew that they had an elder brother who died young.

I took the photo frame off the table and sat cross-legged on the tatami.Wipe away the floating dust on the glass with your fingers, and the smiles of the people in the photos become clearer.

Not everyone was smiling, like me, I just looked at the camera with a blank face, and my father behind me also looked serious, but this seriousness was broken by Quanna who was giggling in his arms.Madara didn't smile either, he was pushed to the front by us, showing an awkward expression of embarrassment and holding back his indifference.

When I looked at his photos, I remembered that when he was a child, he had dark skin and short hair, and he looked completely different from what he looks like now.

The second brother, who put his hand on Madara's shoulder, with the other sleeve empty, showed a gentle smile to the person taking the photo. The handsome boy with black hair and black clothes, eyes like stars.

When I first met him, he and his eldest brother huddled together, competing to introduce themselves to me.

Looking at these people, I was told how to forgive Senshou and how to accept the olive branch that Senshou Zhujian handed over.

Although I know that his proposal is right...

Intellectually, I know I should accept it, but emotionally I can’t bear the Qianshou people walking back and forth in front of me. As long as I think of that scene, I can imagine that the Qianshou people and my people live happily and peacefully together, I feel uncomfortable clam down.

The living are reconciled, what about the dead?

Letting go of hatred means letting go of the past, letting go of the dead.

I want to let go, but I can't let go.

Yazhi, Hui, the eldest brother and the second brother, father and mother, Ye, and many others, those who died under my hands or were killed by others, I can't let go of them at all.

Covering my eyes, I leaned back and lay on the ground, looking at the ceiling.

The old roof has water stains in the corners, dust and cobwebs in many corners, and the room hasn't been cleaned in a long time, I thought.His body was lazily unable to lift any strength, and all his strength seemed to be absorbed by the cold photo frame in his hand.

I can't help but think back to what Senju Hashimama wrote in the letter just now. He described a very beautiful future to me.In that future, the two races will coexist peacefully, disputes will be greatly reduced, there will not be so many sacrifices, and there will not be so many innocent children. Under the guidance of my parents, I have enough strength to take on the task.Even they don't have to be forced to be a ninja, but are free to choose their profession.

As much as I hate Qianshou, I yearn for that future.

I can't let go of my hatred, so I can't accept Senjujuma's proposal, and if I don't accept his proposal, that beautiful future is like a beautiful soap bubble, bursting in front of me with a bang.

At this time, I really hope that Madara will be by my side and give me an illusion, just like what I gave Hagoromo Asako, at least let me see hope, even if it is false hope.

Turning sideways, I looked at the photo frame in my hand, and looked at the smiling or serious or awkward people in the photo frame, some of them were still by my side, and some of them had died.

Little Ye smiled at me with a bright smile on her pale face. If Ye lived in the village described by Senjujuma, wouldn't he need to be a ninja?Can he live his life quietly and peacefully?

Can the little girl who begged for mercy in my misery, like a clean snowflake, not die?Does Antaro still live in the clan without leaving his hometown?

Can I accept the Thousand Hands?Do people accept it?

I clenched my fists and told myself, "No, at least they can't right now." Neither can I.

Spreading his hands, the lines on the palm spread quietly. It is said that someone can see a person's fate from these lines.I want to find that kind of person and ask them what my future destiny is.

As a patriarch, will he eventually die in office like his father and second brother?Or like Elder Qi Mu, he could live until he was old enough to leave office, but his relatives were all dead, and finally he died alone.

I locked myself in the room for an entire afternoon, from the initial rage to the calmness later, I analyzed the contents of Senjujuma's letter over and over again.

On the one hand, I am afraid that it is his conspiracy, on the other hand, I know that Senshou Zhujian is definitely not someone who will use such dirty methods.

Then the question becomes, can the tribe accept the peace treaty with Qianshou?Can they let go of their hatred?Even if the covenant is really concluded, whoever will be the boss in the village at that time, there will always be someone who will be the leader, and that person will either be surnamed Senju or Uchiha.How would the other family think then, would they feel like they had lost, or would they feel left out?Forming an alliance with Qianshou is like walking a tightrope, no, it's not a tightrope, it's clearly a thin thread, not only do people walk on it, they are precarious, even the rope under their feet will break at any time.

How can we avoid this from happening?

Before I knew it, I started to think about ways to make the tribe accept the alliance with Qianshou and maintain the alliance.By the time I came to my conclusion and woke up to my change of heart, it was already dark outside.The lights were not turned on in the room, and I was still lying on the ground, with the cold air rising continuously from behind, I sat up and touched my lips in deep thought.

Even though I came up with a solution, I don't regret tearing up Senjujuma's letter before.One is that now is not the time, and the other is that my feelings have gained the upper hand now.

When emotion overcame reason, I hated Qianshou to the bone, and I could never agree to shake hands with Senshouzhujian.I can't make a covenant with Qianshou like this. This is not only a potential threat to the maintenance of the covenant, it may also make the situation of the tribe even more dangerous.

I'm not fit to be a patriarch.I have never realized this before, and I vaguely understand what the elder said to me—I am too self-willed and too selfish, and as the patriarch, I should think about problems from the perspective of my tribe, not from my own feelings.

But can't do it.

Just because I can think from an overall perspective does not mean that I can implement the plan I have thought about.

Because I still can't deceive myself, can't let reason completely overcome emotion forever.

With a sigh, I got up and turned out the window, and went straight to the family cemetery.

The bustling clansmen during the day have all gone, and the dark cemetery is lifeless. No one likes to come here at night, and neither do I.But this is the only place I can find now, the only place where I can be sure that no one will hear me and I can speak freely.

When I came to the tomb of the second brother, I found a bunch of sunset flowers in front of the newly erected tombstone. The white flowers seemed to be shining in the dark, but because they were too fragile, the edges of the petals had begun to curl and turn yellow.

"If it's a girl, I hope to call her Xiyan." Sister Yingzi's words echoed in my ears. I remember the flower language of Xiyan flower as eternal love.

Without touching the white flower, I sat directly on the ground, the soil was soft and moist, I carefully twisted the gravel clay under my hands, and hung my head for a long time without speaking.

The evening breeze was cool, and an owl flapped its wings and landed on a nearby tree. Its round eyes looked a little scary at first glance at night. It made a cooing sound from its throat, and turned its head to look at me.

A stone flew out of my hand, and I threw it at the owl as if it were a shuriken. What I didn't aim at was the branch under its feet.The nocturnal bird fluttered away annoyed that I had disturbed where it stood.

I feel so bored.

If the second brother was here, he would probably say me again.

"Jing, don't act like a child. If it were you, you would say so." I smiled at the tombstone carved by myself, "Today I received a letter from Senshouzhujian , he discussed with me that he wanted the two clans to reconcile and form an alliance, so I tore up the letter directly..."

"After tearing it up, I think about it and feel very tempted. I am really an indecisive person. If it were you, would you agree to Senju Zhujian? Since he had planned this long ago, why did he join hands with his brother to kill you? ?”

A dead man cannot give me an answer.I waited for a long time, but there was no sound except the sound of the wind, so I could only continue talking. In the end, I just wanted a tree hole where I could vomit quickly.

"The village he conceived is really an ideal land, even I yearn for it. It can protect children and reduce sacrifices, and the two clans can live together peacefully. And once Senju and Uchiha join forces, other families will not dare to disobey us. At that time, the ninja world really doesn’t matter what our two races say, in that case, we just need to find a way to escape from the daimyo.”

"Do you think it's possible? Ninjas don't act as other people's swords, but live for themselves. It's hard to shake the deep-rooted thoughts. The Six Paths Immortals originally wanted to protect ordinary people, but now they are trapped by the ninja law. Ninjas. If someone can make them realize that daimyo is unreliable and that they can only rely on their own strength, the status quo can be changed...if only there is such a person..."

"You are indeed here." With a youthful breath and a deep voice, I turned around, and it was Madara.

His long hair exploded like a hedgehog, and his bangs almost covered one eye. His face was fair and handsome, and a pair of dark eyes were restrained, and the wind and clouds were changing.

"What do you want from me?" I sat motionless on the ground, looked up to see him getting closer and closer, until he stood in front of me, staring down at me——

"I saw the letter."

I frowned, and understood what was going on in an instant. Normal people would not be able to spell out the original shape of the pieces of paper that I tore into shreds, but with the help of Sharingan, it might be possible to be patient.

"Sharingan is not used in this way. Is it just you or Quanna?"

Madara crossed her arms and frowned slightly: "Of course there is Quanna."

Yes, of course there will be Quanna, with Yiban's temper, he doesn't have the patience to do the delicate work of putting together letter paper.

Quanna is careful and calm, and she is very similar to the second brother in terms of personality, while Madara is more like me.

He is not fit to be a patriarch either.I made a decision in my heart.If only Quanna had opened the kaleidoscope too...

"What do you think of Senju Bashima's proposal?" Madara's words brought me back to my senses, and he held out his hand to me as he asked.

I stared at the knuckle-shaped palm for a moment, and felt that it was a turn of events. I still asked him to get up in the afternoon, but now the roles are completely reversed.

Standing up with strength, he patted the dirt off his pants: "It's a good idea, but unfortunately it's not the time."

Madara's eyes lit up, as if he didn't expect me to say that, he took a few steps to keep up with me: "You really think so?"

I stopped abruptly, turned my head and looked into his eyes seriously: "Although I don't like him very much, he is indeed a great ninja."

Madara was stunned: "I thought you..."

"what?"

"...No, it's nothing. You said that now is not the time, so when will it be?"

I turned my face away and continued walking towards the village: "When everyone is tired."

When the clansmen are tired of fighting and endless fighting with Qianshou, the resistance to reconciliation will be much less at that time, and I hope that by then, Quanna can open the kaleidoscope, otherwise the position of patriarch can only be passed to Madara.

The author has something to say: In the original book, it seems that Quan Nai does not agree with the alliance between the two races?It has been modified here. By default, if it is Quanna, she will be calmer and better at power struggle...

Open my mind tonight, I really want to write the story of my second brother and granddaughter——scratching the wall!

I'm going to start writing the outline, and if I can get it out, I'll save it and open it!