It was dawn, and dense mist rose from the woods that had slept all night.

There was a rustling sound in the grass, and a few gray-black wild boars emerged. They burrowed in the mud, gnawing on the young grass leaves and fat white worms, without lifting their heads.

Suddenly, there were several sharp piercing sounds, and the wild boars died before they could react, and the flying arrows stuck in their eyes trembled slightly.

Animals that just come out to look for food in the morning are always at the moment when their vigilance is weakest.

Madara jumped down from the tree lightly, walked over and carefully pulled out the arrow, wiped off the dirt and put it back into the quiver, smiling with satisfaction.

Good harvest today, not too much blood spilled, and no howling to spoil the beauty of the hunt.

After handling the prey and keeping the part for his own use, Madara set off with the rest on his shoulders.The destination is a village more than ten miles away. Madara always exchanges game for salt, oil, grain and a little daily necessities, and sometimes two jugs of wine.

The food is rough, the life is hard, but he is free, and no one can restrain him.

Staying in Konoha does not need to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, but there are constraints everywhere, ubiquitous surveillance, and all kinds of gossip. It can't compare to now. You can carry out your own plans as much as you want. Those bad things in the ninja world have nothing to do with you .

It was already night when I returned to the cave where I was temporarily staying, and the stone walls were slightly cool.Madara built a fire and sat on a pile of dry leaves, drinking and listening to the howling of wolves in the distance.

The rising moon climbed to the top of the mountain, and it was still as round and white as before, as if looking back, I could see Zhujian sitting next to him.

Madara tore open the placket, letting the moonlight shine on her chest.

At the heart, there is a face that floats up.

Hashirama's face.

"There's nothing to stay here, tell me, where are you going tomorrow?"

The face closed its eyes and smiled lightly, but there was no response.

"Hmph, whatever—well!"

Madara shook his hand, and the jug fell to the ground with a slap. He clutched his chest, his body trembling violently, and he gritted his teeth without saying a word.

Another rejection attack occurred.

After Hashirama died, Madara had to hand over her body, but besides the skin, he left one thing behind.

A small piece of heart between the pillars.

Madara cut open her own chest and transplanted the extracted interstitial cells into it. From then on, the rejection reaction intensified with the gradual fusion, as well as the polyp growing on the chest like a sleeping face on the interstitial face.

"Ha... ha... are you blaming me for leaving Konoha?"

Madara gasped, his face was pale, his stomach was nauseated for a while, and he vomited hard while holding the stone wall, until his stomach was empty, and he couldn't feel any better.Madara picked up the flagon and drank it in a big gulp, using alcohol to suppress the pain.

"Hashirama, you are still my deadly enemy. However, you are just mediocre, I will not lose, and I will not compromise again!"

The pain seemed to be relieved a little, a strange force swirled in the body, and Madara eased up slightly, and couldn't help but think of the knot seal between the pillars back then, so she tried to do it.

"Wood Dun-Wood Dragon Technique!"

The ground was loose, and a few wood centipedes crawled out slowly, and stood still not far away.

Madara slumped against the cold stone wall, laughing at herself.

"Can it only be played to this extent... It seems that we have to wait."

A few years ago, he failed to suppress the rejection once, and the crazy climbing wooden escape almost destroyed the basement of Uchiha's house.From that day on, Madara realized that if she stayed any longer, Konoha would definitely know about the fact that she had obtained Hashirama's power, and she might accidentally hurt Izumi.

But most importantly, Madara couldn't stand being manipulated by Konoha.

As long as you are a ninja of Konoha for one day, you have to work for Konoha.When Tomona was around, he still held him down anyway, treating Madara, who was in his 30s, like a retired old man.When Tomona dies, Madara will definitely have to come out of the mountain due to various conflicts, and become Hokage's eagle dog.

Hmph, a group of yellow-haired boys also wanted to instruct him how to act.

The moon has risen to mid-air without knowing it, and this wave of rejection has finally passed.Tired Madara lay on the fallen leaves, unconsciously caressing his chest with his right hand, slowly stroking Hashirama's brows and eyes, with a smile on his lips.

"This time, I won again, Hashirama."

After leaving Konoha, Madara did not have a fixed residence, but wandered around.In order to prevent the power of the rampage from accidentally injuring people and causing information leakage to attract Konoha's attention, he hardly stays in crowded places.Of course, when he is in good health, he will still go to a tavern and listen to the latest news from various countries.

"By the way, the country of fire is really rich, and the poor people in the country of wind next to it can only eat sand, and those who go there to do business will make a lot of money!"

"It's the same in the land of earth. It's okay to ask for anything. I also plan to transport some goods with the people in the village."

"But the security seems to be getting worse. I heard that someone's caravan was robbed."

"Huh, those who are poor, why should the Kingdom of Fire give food aid to those poor ghosts every year? Why don't you give it to me!"

"That's right! Will they manage the country?"

Madara just listened, drank silently, and occasionally asked Konoha for news.

"Konoha's Uchiha? That is an amazing big family, especially Sharingan, everyone is afraid of everyone."

"Uchiha Izumi? I've heard that he is a very powerful Jonin. Married? Uncle, don't even think about eating swan meat. Such a beauty has long been taken, and the children are all in school."

Yeah, that's good.Madara looked in the direction of Konoha, and her daughter's immature and frightened face that night flashed in her mind.

Hmph, are you finally a parent too?

After getting the information he wanted, Madara left without hesitation.

Madara doesn't crave crowds and excitement, and even though he's alone, he doesn't feel lonely.One is for that purpose, and the other is the rejection reaction that occurs every now and then.

Despite the pain, it felt like Hashirama had never left, and was always fighting against himself in his body.

This is the favourite.He is more willing to fight and challenge the limit than raising a child sweetly with Zhujian.

Now Hashirama will no longer hinder him, completely following his will, fighting with his cells day and night.

Hashirama is alive, living in her body, and with each battle, her strength is absorbed by him little by little.

Compared with this kind of pleasure, it is better to burn the purely ornamental doll that cannot move or speak, so that the child can grow up.

The leaves turn green and yellow, and the flowers bloom and wither.

Madara gradually didn't bother to care about her age.However, in recent years, he has found that he likes memories more and more.

This is not a good sign.

Madara hates reminiscing about the past, reminiscing is something old men can do.

However, Madara has to admit that his body is not as good as before, and the result of repeated battles with the cells between the columns is to accelerate his aging.

One day, when Madara went to a village he had visited before to exchange food, he saw a little baby lying in the arms of a village woman who was now shirtless helping his father who was a blacksmith. Next to him was a young man with a red face. The girl helped pull the bellows.

Can't help but startled.

Has it been... nearly 20 years?

"Hey! The old man over there, please make way!"

Suddenly someone shouted impatiently, and then Madara realized that he had been blocking a truck for a long time.Although he was very unhappy with the title "old man", Madara reluctantly turned sideways to let the other person pass.

A mirror on the truck reflected light, dazzling people's eyes, Madara squinted slightly, then was startled.

Somber expression, gray hair, wrinkled face.

Madara and such an old man looked at each other, watching each other disappear on the edge of the departing mirror.

that's me?

When Madara woke up, he found that he had returned to the cave in a daze.

He raised his hand and looked carefully.The loose skin is limp, and the veins are exposed.

Hmph, he's really an old man.Madara smiled wryly, sat down slowly, and felt his joints creaking.

Once he realized that he was getting old, all the energy in his body was vented.

"Hashirama, I'm actually getting old. Heh, birth, old age, sickness and death, I'm almost dead right now. I agreed to meet you after reaching that goal—"

There was a sudden pain in the heart, and this time the rejection was so fierce that Madara felt like his whole body was being cut by a meat grinder, and there seemed to be an awl piercing his head.

"Ha...Hashirama...you...couldn't...let me die peacefully...but...this is the best...I can fight with you for the last time...I won't lose of……"

There has never been such intense pain.The pain was so bad that he forgot his age, his goal, and devoted himself to fighting against the cells in the column.

When reaching the limit, Madara only felt a "ding" in his head, extremely crisp, as if something was broken, and as if some boundary was opened.

The pain disappeared as if it had never existed, and Madara felt relieved for a while. He opened his eyes and found that the things in front of him had changed.

He finally fully integrated the power of Hashirama, opened the Samsarayan, the ultimate of Sharingan.

The ecstatic Madara laughed loudly, but before he could laugh, he passed out, and the lobe of his lungs was in severe pain.

Opening the eyes of reincarnation only increased the burden on this old body, Madara panted violently, and raised his hand tremblingly.

"Outlaw Golem!"

When the legendary powerful tailed beast appeared in front of him, Madara was very pleased.Although the heretic golem is only the shell of the ten tails, it has many abilities that Madara did not expect.

Madara's aging body can no longer produce chakra as before, but the golem of the heretics can transmit a lot of chakra. Madara is like a battery that is about to be scrapped, working hard to research new power.

Madara channeled a lot of white doll-like things, but with certain consciousness, Madara called it "White Jue". In addition, there was a black shadow, which claimed to be the conscious body created by Madara, so Madara called it "White Jue". It is "black absolutely".

Both Bai Jue and Hei Jue obeyed his orders, and they could move freely in the soil, which saved a lot of effort.Not only the Heretic Golem and Black and White Jue, but even the Uchiha slab showed different content under the eyes of reincarnation, further perfecting Madara's plan.

Madara didn't want to die.He hadn't finished his work and couldn't just die, but this old body was troublesome.

Madara decides to find an heir.

Originally, Madara wanted to use Izumi's daughter, the child named Mikoto, but unfortunately according to the investigation, this child's talent is very ordinary.There is no way, Madara ordered Bai Ze to collect information on the descendants of the Uchiha and Senju clans, eliminate them one by one, and finally finalized one.This child is called Nagato, and he is a descendant of the Senshou Clan and Uzumaki Clan. He is very talented and has inherited the strengths of the two families. Moreover, he is only two or three years old, and he can't tell if he does any tricks.

One night, Madara found an opportunity to hold Nagato out, dug out her own reincarnation eye and put it on him, and then put it back, the action was so quick that the child didn't even notice it.

Afterwards, in order to hide the huge golem, Madara selected a dry and thick location in Iwakuni, dug a deep tunnel, and dug a big hole at the end to place the golem.

After spending such a lot of effort, Madara was almost killed. He was so old that he couldn't live without the golem's chakra supply.

Madara simply stayed underground, concentrating on the research of golems and Baijue.

Anyway, since it was completely fused with the cells between the columns and connected to the golem chakra, Madara found that he no longer needed to eat.

It’s okay, save the trouble, anyway, his numb taste buds and residual yellow teeth can’t taste anything, so just eat it if you don’t eat it, and save building a toilet.

As for the eyes, Madara just used Nagato's at the beginning, and it was always inconvenient.A few years later, when the Second Ninja World War broke out, Madara instructed Bai Zee to drag a few Uchiha corpses to the battlefield, and then gouged out the eyes for use.

Madara felt that he was really old.

Facing the tragic corpses of his clansmen, he did not have any pity or sympathy, just like he had handled prey all these years.He was also not interested in the situation of the Second Ninja World War, he just arranged for a few obedient Bai Jue to lurk beside his daughter.

Anyway, that's not all.

Madara leaned on a sickle as a crutch, and walked slowly to the side of the golem, dragging a long chakra delivery tube behind him.

"Between the pillars..."

He stared fixedly at the half body of Hashirama cultivated by using the golem.Since the complete integration, even the rejection reaction is gone.So boring, but I have to endure it.

"If you saw everything today, what would you say? Since your death, it's the second Ninja World War. It is estimated that there will be a third time in more than ten years. Hmph, you will be very depressed admit defeat?"

It was just a living lump of meat in the shape of a column, so naturally there was no response.

"I can't die yet, I have to see what Nagato will become after this great war, and whether he can inherit my will..."

Madara continued to chatter, as if the opposite was Hashirama.

"If it doesn't work, I have to find another one. Hmph, anyway, I have to live..."

Even in such a ridiculous posture, with such a ridiculous imaginary partner, the sun will never be seen again.

To live too.

The author has something to say: Madara is my male god and I don’t explain it (lick)

even old

Next, is the last meeting...

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