[Hokage] Mrs. Hasuma

Many years later, Uchiha Madara recalled the first meeting with that person, and couldn't help but feel that it was also an arrangement of fate.

During that time, the war was raging. Hundreds of families on the mainland fought against each other without end. Even children from the age of six had to go to the battlefield with weapons in their hands.On occasional respite, 12-year-old Madara likes to leave the house and walk a few miles, through a small forest, to the river to go swimming.The dappled light and crisp birdsong make him feel at ease, the river is also very clear, and there are many flat stones on both sides of the river that are suitable for swimming.

The weather was pretty good that day, and the west was full of red rays of light. Madara came here as usual, hung his backpack on a branch beside him, bent down and picked a stone, and then set up a posture, gesturing at the angle and strength, and threw it towards the water. Go out with a look of hope.

The river more than ten meters wide flows quietly, with seven or eight ripples spreading out one by one, but the bouncing stone finally loses its momentum less than a few feet away from the river bank and sinks, just like Madara's depressed heart at this time .

"There is no way to throw it at this angle, you have to press down a little more."

A childish voice suddenly sounded behind him, Madara looked back and saw a child about his age, wearing a traditional gown, with a watermelon hair, with delicate features.

"Huh? Are you capable of throwing it over?" Madara gave the child a disconvinced look.

Watermelon head smiled, stooped to pick up a stone, stood by the river, and waved his hand.Madara looked at his posture coldly, this guy used the way of throwing shuriken, it seems that he is also a ninja!

The stone bounced happily all the way to the other side, the watermelon head looked back and smiled at Madara: "Look."

Madara couldn't help being a little annoyed, always feeling underestimated.Madara is the eldest son of the patriarch's family. He has been placed high hopes by the family since he was a child, and his performance has never disappointed the clansmen.Madara looked down for a flat stone carefully, then took a deep breath, and threw it out steadily.

Madara's technique also imprinted in the eyes of the watermelon head who watched silently.

Madara's heart beat slightly faster, and she stared closely, hoping that the stone would jump to the other side this time.Unfortunately, the facts let him down.The watermelon head on the back pouted, making Madara even more annoyed: "It's all because of you standing behind me! I'm a super sensitive type!"

"Hey!" Watermelon head was suddenly depressed, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had this kind of physique, so you couldn't throw it over, it's all my fault, I'm so sorry..."

Seeing how guilty he was, Madara felt guilty, scratched his head, and said, "You, you don't have to be so depressed, everyone makes mistakes..."

Watermelon head became more and more depressed: "To express my deep apology, you can throw me like a stone, of course, the premise is that you can throw it..."

"Hey, what's the matter with the last sentence! Are you really depressed or do you want to quarrel with me!" Madara roared, feeling a little helpless, "You really are a strange guy..."

But Watermelon Head suddenly changed his expression, and quickly ran towards the river, and Madara looked over in surprise, only to see a corpse floating down the upper stream of the river, still wearing armor.The watermelon head walked on the ground like walking on the river, came to the corpse, squatted down and observed carefully for a while, when he saw the family crest on the armor, his face became solemn.

Madara looked at Suzuki's gait and felt a little frustrated again.

Watermelon head stood up, turned his head and gave Madara a fixed look, his tone became sad.

"I'm going back. My name is Hashirama, and I can't say my last name for some reason. What about you?"

Madara understood the meaning of the other party, smiled wryly, and replied: "My name is Madara, and also, the surname cannot be said for some reason."

Because I don't know whether the other party is a hostile camp, in order to avoid trouble, people cannot be honest with each other.

Watermelon head jumped to the opposite bank, took another deep look at Madara, and then walked into the dense forest.Madara watched him disappear, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

I don't know if I can meet that person again.

I really hope that the next time I meet each other, it's not on a hostile battlefield.

Madara turned around, suddenly feeling disinterested, he sighed, threw away the stone in his hand, and left as well.

As the sky darkened, Madara walked the night road, feeling at a loss.

Where is the light?

The world is always in turmoil.Years of war have left people with an average life expectancy of only [-] years, because a large number of children are forced to put on armor, take up weapons, and then disappear vulnerable.

As the son of the patriarch, Madara has also been holding kunai since he was six years old. While trying to survive, he doesn't know how many people he killed.His mother gave birth to six children, and Madara was the oldest. However, at the age of 12, he had already lost four younger brothers, leaving only his ten-year-old brother, Izumi.

Only this younger brother, Madara must protect no matter what!

Lights flicker faintly in the distance, which is Uchiha's territory.Thinking of his cute little brother, Madara brought a smile on his face and quickened his pace.

After returning home, Madara finished dinner and was told that there would be a war with the Senju family in a few days.

Spotted nodded: "I see, I will get ready. Izumi just stay at home."

"Brother, I want to go too!" Izumi waved a big knife, which didn't match his small figure so much, but he still looked eager to try, "I want to protect my brother too!"

"Be obedient, stay at home!" Madara stroked his furry head, then walked towards the training ground.

He can only win.No matter what the situation, he can only win!

This is a weary and tiresome war.The Uchiha family and the Senju family were on par in strength, and each other suffered heavy casualties, and then temporarily died down.

After a hasty lunch, Madara went out again.He wants to go to that river.

Every time watching the clear river flow slowly, troubles and sorrows seem to flow away with it, and Madara can finally forget all the unpleasant things for a short time.

Besides, the figure of that person is always lingering in his mind.

Madara hopes to meet that person again.

But Madara didn't expect that when she really saw that child, her heart would light up like a small firework, instantly brightening.

"Sure enough, you are here too." Madara suppressed her excitement and walked quickly to Hashirama.

However, the other party did not answer for a long time, Madara was a little puzzled, and glanced at him quietly.Hashirama pulled his face, apparently very depressed, hugging his knees, pursed his mouth, and looked like he was about to cry.

"What's wrong with you, you're so depressed again, what happened?" Madara couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing..." Hashirama replied in an unusually heavy voice.

"You don't look like you're okay, what's the matter?" Madara asked.

"It's really nothing..." Hashirama's voice choked up, he looked up at Madara, tears were streaming down his nose, "Really, nothing happened..."

Madara roared impatiently: "Enough, tell me quickly!"

Zhu Jian wiped away his tears, and finally replied: "My brother is dead..."

Madara was startled, and immediately realized: "War?"

Hashirama nodded: "Yes...by the way, Madara, do you have brothers and sisters?"

Madara looked at the river, and took a while to answer: "I have five younger brothers. But now there is only one left."

Hashirama was stunned, his red eyes filled with shock, then he lowered his head and murmured, "I don't understand, why would children go to the battlefield and be sacrificed for nothing in this world? Why can't children grow up well?" Big, you have to face death since you were a child?"

Madara didn't answer right away.He was surprised and happy because Hashirama said what he had been thinking.

Sure enough, we can talk...

Madara thought about it for a while, and said: "There must be a problem with this. Those adults keep talking about war and victory. I think it can only be solved by us children."

"That's right!"

Hashirama's sudden high-pitched voice startled Madara, and seeing Hashirama's eyes shining brightly, he excitedly supported his shoulder and said loudly: "I think so too! My lord is too stubborn, we have to rely on this Only the children of the next generation can change this situation!"

The mind is connected... Madara suddenly remembered the word, and was infected by Hashirama's emotions, couldn't help laughing, and said loudly: "Yes!"

Hashirama nodded desperately, his eyes were very eager: "Madara! I believe that one day people will understand each other, just like us!"

"Hmm! I think so too!"

Madara said, in a very good mood, he looked at Hashirama so happy, for some reason he wanted to hit him, so Madara raised his eyebrows, gave Hashirama a sideways look, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, even if you don't understand some things You can also see it. You, whether it is hairstyle or clothing, are all out of place."

Hashirama's smiling face suddenly froze, and soon turned into frustration: "Really, really? I think it's pretty good... Sure enough, there is still something that people can't understand each other..."

Seeing that he was really hit by himself, Madara was secretly proud: "You guys are really easy to get depressed! Forget it, no matter how much it is, let's throw it in the water!"

"Then Madara, I have to say it." Hashirama returned to normal, kept gesticulating, and said seriously: "Listen to me, lower the angle a little, and you will definitely be able to throw it over!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Madara snorted, picked up the stone, and put a cushion in his hand, "Don't underestimate me!"

But Madara later threw it away according to Hashirama's method.

Of course he wouldn't admit it even if he was killed.

When it was getting late, the two bid farewell to each other and agreed on a date to meet next time.

Madara looked forward to meeting Hashirama more and more.It was a pleasure to spend time with Hashirama.The two were in trouble, competing with each other, comparing rock climbing, tree climbing, and long jump.Tired, they sat together and imagined the future.

"I think that they will listen to us and act according to our ideas only if they are strong enough and stronger than adults!" Hashirama took a sip of water and said, "First of all, they must master more ninjutsu than others! "

"That's right!" Spotted nodded in agreement, "Those grown-ups won't talk to us just by talking about it!"

"In the future, I want to build a village where children can grow up happily, and they won't go to the battlefield at a young age!" Hashirama said more and more vigorously, "Madara, tell me, what conditions are needed to build such a place? "

"Conditions..." Madara said, walked to the river, untied his belt, "At least don't fight so many battles..."

There were ripples in the river, but the ripples soon became irregular.

"You really have a sensitive constitution..." Standing behind him, Hashirama looked narrowed.

Madara was holding his trouser belt, and he was so aggrieved that he couldn't urinate, "So don't stand behind me!"

Hashirama smiled and said, "I found your weakness!"

Madara raised his fist angrily: "Believe it or not, I threw you into the river where you just peed!"

"Hey, can you do it?"

"You really deserve a beating! I will throw you into the river if I say anything today."

Madara, who fell into the river together at the end, thought hard, the only unpleasant thing about Hashirama is that he is a little stronger than himself.

The days passed and the weather became hotter.The next time they met, Hashirama took off his gown, wore a black sleeveless dress, and ran towards Madara, waving his hands and grinning.

"Madara! I learned a super powerful ninjutsu! Let's master it together!"

"Hey, what kind of technique is it?"

"Physical profundity, super fire escape, illusion, slashing big shuriken, two-stage shooting down!"

Banpu smiled: "You, you can't even think of what it is."

"In detail, it is..."

Madara didn't bother to listen: "It's so noisy! Let's compete vertical rock climbing today!"

Hashirama was so shocked that he couldn't lift his head: "It's too much... This is a ninjutsu that I finally learned..."

Madara taught: "As a ninja, how can you be depressed at every turn? This is your weakness-hey! You bastard, you actually sneaked away!"

Hashirama kept walking, and laughed loudly: "Naturally, the ninja will be caught by surprise!"

"You bastard!" Madara chased after him desperately, and shouted, "You actually pretended to be unhappy!!"

A few minutes later, the two half-kneeled on the cliff, out of breath.

"Again, I won again..."

"Sneaking away is ashamed to say such a thing!" Madara roared again, almost breaking his voice, "If it's a test of eyesight, I won't lose to anyone!"

"Sight?" Hashirama was a little strange.

"Yes, because I have written..." Madara stopped suddenly, he paused, and said, "It's nothing, just better eyesight than ordinary people."

Hashirama didn't think much about it: "Oh, that's it. After all, the scenery here is pretty good..."

You can see everything from the cliff, the mountains in the distance are stacked, and close to it is a large lush forest, with various shades of green undulating in the wind like waves.Looking up, there is a clear blue sky.

Hashirama took a deep breath of fresh air and sighed: "Madara, let's build a village here! The children grow up in school and become stronger. After graduation, they become ninjas, accept tasks to make money, or do other jobs. What do you think about building a village together?"

"This place is really nice..." Madara feels the coolness of the wind comfortably, looking forward to it, "If there is such a village, it can protect my brother..."

"Of course! I want to create an environment in which all children can grow up smoothly. Not only schools, but also hospitals, dormitories, and guards to punish troublemakers!" Hashirama said one by one, very enthusiastically.

This person in Hashirama is both hot-blooded and depressed easily, how strange!And what's even more strange... Madara glanced at Hashirama's chest, hesitated to speak several times, and finally caught Hashirama's attention.

"What's the matter, Madara? Is there something wrong with my assumption just now? I am indeed naive sometimes, so please tell me!"

The strange thing is not Hashirama's words, but...

Madara suppressed the extra thoughts, and finally asked: "Why is your chest bulging? Is it a bandage from an injury?"

"Eh?" Hashirama looked down at himself, and laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not injured, it's just that I haven't fought a war recently, and I'm puffing up after eating and sleeping well!"

Madara jumped up and took a few steps back, tongue-tied in shock.

"You, you are actually a woman!"

"That's right!" Seeing Madara like this, Hashirama was a little confused, "What's wrong?"

"Women are also called Hashirama! Isn't this a male name!" Madara was confused.

"Oh, you said this, it's because I'm my father's first child, and he was very strong, saying that his child would not have a girly name, and the eldest daughter should be like the eldest son, just use The name 'Hashirama'." Hashirama explained.

"You, you watched me pee last time!" Madara felt ashamed and annoyed at the thought of getting along without taboo before.

"What's the matter? During the war, men who urgently needed to urinate would unbutton their belts. I've been used to seeing it since I was a child." Hashirama said indifferently.

"Wait...the watermelon head! And your dirty men's clothes!"

"The watermelon head was cut by my mother because I was busy fighting and didn't have time to wash my hair. The men's clothes were cut by my mother because of the lack of supplies. After me, several younger brothers were born. In order to save money, my mother simply made men's clothes for me. , I will wear it for my younger brothers when I can’t fit, and she is a role model for the family in this respect!” Hashirama’s tone is full of praise for his mother’s thrift and thrift, as well as the pride of being the first child, “So I all It’s wearing new clothes, haha!”

Madara was silent.I actually look forward to meeting a girl every day, and regard a girl as a bosom friend!

What a shame!A dignified man!

Often play with a girl!

Still very happy!

fraud.The big liar!

So he turned and left.

"Where are you going?" Hashirama chased after him and asked.

"Go home." Madara was too lazy to say much, just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"I haven't taught you that ninjutsu yet." Hashirama held him back, "Let's go after learning it!"

"Let go!" Madara shook off her hand all of a sudden, and said coldly, "I'm not interested!"

Hashirama was so anxious that his voice changed: "Are you upset that I am a woman? Do you want me to be a boy?"

Madara could hear the discomfort in her tone, but she was only impatient, so she said bluntly, "Yes!"

Hashirama didn't speak any more, nor did he catch up again.

Madara continued to stride forward, although deep in his heart, there was a faint voice stopping him and persuading him to stop.After all, it was Hashirama, the Hashirama who hit it off right away, the only Hashirama who could talk about common ideals with him.

Does it really matter if it's male or female?

Madara returned home angrily, and was greeted by his anxious younger brother and his gloomy father.

"You've been going out a lot lately." The father sat up straight, with a serious tone, "Do you know that the girl you went to meet is from the Qianshou family!"

Madara frowned: "Father, are you following me?"

"Madara, don't get the point wrong!" Father's eyes turned into blood-red Sangodama, "I can see clearly! That girl is Senju Hashirama, I have seen it several times on the battlefield, that guy killed us Uchiha There are many people in the family!"

"The Uchiha family also killed many members of the Senju family..." Madara said softly, and was slapped severely by his father.

"I think you are fascinated by women! Don't be fooled by Senshou Bashirama!"

Femininity?The flat-chested woman in men's clothing with a watermelon head cut is not feminine...but Madara didn't refute her father's words.

"Madara, you go and make an appointment with that guy, and Izumi and I will go there and kill him that day!"

What, what!Madara was shocked: "Kill!"

"What expression do you have! Senju Hashirama is the enemy of the Uchiha family! Have you forgotten that you are from the Uchiha family!"

Madara didn't want to go to the river for the first time, he walked very slowly.

Maybe yesterday was the last time I met Hashirama, why didn't I talk properly?Why should you care about your own face and leave?So what if Hashirama is a girl!

Madara finally reached the destination.The two often use willow sticks as a secret to agree on the date and place to meet, and they will come whenever they can.To Madara's surprise, willow branches have already been planted here, and it will be tomorrow, by the river.

It seems that Hashirama is trying to make up.Madara was a little happy, but also sad.He thought for a while, gritted his teeth, picked up a stone and put it in his arms.

The next day, Madara, who hadn't slept well all night, went out at the urging of her father.

It would be great if Hashirama didn't belong to the Senju family... No, even if she belongs to the Sarutobi family, the Yamanaka family, and the Hyuga family, she is still an enemy of my family... Madara walked step by step, slowly approaching the river, thinking It is growing fear and despair.

On the other side of the river, stood Hashirama with a gloomy expression. She changed into a wide ninja outfit.

Madara felt his eyes hurt a little, he took a deep breath, and took out the stone in his arms: "Hashirama, I'm sorry yesterday, I shouldn't have quarreled with you. Let's follow our old habits!"

Zhujian also took out a stone, forced a smile and said: "It's okay, I won't always be depressed."

The two sides looked at each other from a distance, and finally shot together. The stone bounced briskly on the water, and rushed to each other all the way, and fell into their respective palms with a snap.

With their own body temperature...

The father and younger brother behind him will come out soon.Madara felt sad for a while, and looked down at the stone in his hand, but was surprised to find that it was engraved with: "Run!"

Madara immediately jumped back, and at the same time, Hashirama on the opposite side rushed into the forest as he expected.

Hashirama, we always think of one...

However, before he could relax, he saw two people in full armor, one big and one small rushing out of the opposite forest, Qianshou Buddha Jian and Qianshou Feijian, Zhujian's father and younger brother!

Sure enough, in this regard, both sides also thought of going together!

Here, Madara's father Uchiha saw the horse and his younger brother Izumi also rushed over, and the two sides fought.Fojian and Jianma are equal in strength, and they are very clear that if their son is injured or even dies in the war, he will inevitably be distracted, so at this time, it is up to whoever shoots the opponent's child first to determine the outcome!

The dagger and kunai shot out from the hands of the two fathers and flew towards the two fighting children!

"stop!"

"do not want!"

With the unanimous exclamation, the weapons were knocked down, and fell into the water together with two stones.

One stone was engraved with "Run" and the other was engraved with "Go with a trap", and they sank deep into the bottom of the water and fell into the mud.

"Brother!" Izumi exclaimed happily.

The water splashed high, and Madara and Hashirama jumped in front of their younger brother, conveying the same meaning.

Never allow you to hurt your brother!

"Hashirama, I take back what I said yesterday, whether you are a man or a woman, I am very happy when I am with you."

Madara said quietly, his past experiences flashed in his mind, and he felt more and more pain in his eyes.

"And what you said before, it seems that it will never be realized..."

Hashirama's eyes flickered: "Madara...it's still possible...as long as..."

Hashirama tried to say something more, but was interrupted by Madara's father: "Three against three, how about it, Madara, do you want to fight?"

"No need," Madara said expressionlessly, enduring an increasingly severe headache, "Hashirama is better than me, there is no chance of winning, let's withdraw."

"Is there a child who is stronger than my brother!" Izumi's eyes were full of disbelief and doubt.

Ban hummed, not wanting the other party to see him enduring the pain, turned around and left.

"Madara!" Behind him, Hashirama shouted: "I have always regarded you as a close friend! No matter what happens, I will continue to walk according to my own ideas!"

Ah... something seems to be broken in my mind.Madara's vision became clear, but the more he saw something, the more uncomfortable he became.

"Hmph, as you please."

Madara turned her head, and there was Dan Gouyu in her red eyes, Zhujian was taken aback by seeing this, and was speechless immediately.

Madara looked at Hashirama and could see her chakra flowing.Sure enough, there are a lot of them. I don't know what it would be like to have a real battle.

"Anyway, the next time we meet, it will be on the battlefield. I am looking forward to the battle with you, Senjujuma, don't let me down."

Hashirama looked into those eyes blankly, wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.

Madara turned back decisively, followed his father and younger brother, and strode away.

Farewell, my only friend, Hashirama.

The author has something to say: Romance has the pain of romance, and danmei also has the embarrassment of danmei.

There is no difference between the two emotionally.

Even if Hashirama is a woman, it doesn't mean that she will be able to grow old with the grizzled head.

After all, the world is still that cruel and turbulent world.