Uchiha girl, ignites a group pet war in Konoha

On this rainy night with thunder and lightning, rain and fog covering everything in the world, the slightly drunk Madara had a rare dream about his mother.

Those memories that he deliberately forgot were repeated in his dream. In just a moment, Madara returned to his youth, walking on the road to his mother's room, stepping on the autumn sunset that seemed to be shining through a handful of old ashes. As a child, he pushed open his mother's door nervously.

In the room, the mother sat facing the window, her withered back was as thin as a flower that was about to wither. Even if her father and the tribe tried their best to prolong her life, she was still like a flower planted in the sand dunes, delivering her only life bit by bit. Even if she was watered with more fresh water and love, she could not save her fate of withering.

Madara knew what death was early, but he was unwilling to believe that his mother would also have such an ending. He approached his pale and transparent mother anxiously, fearing that a breath would break her.

The knife wound on her abdomen became the last straw that broke the camel's back for a body that had already been hollowed out by war and childbirth. Since she was injured on the battlefield, she has been bedridden and has never recovered.

Even now, the unhealed knife wound is still oozing with an ominous red. Thin blood lines pass through the layers of bandages wrapped around her waist and spread on her white clothes. Life is also passing away bit by bit with the red.

Even if Ban doesn't want to admit it, his dying mother is almost relying on a breath to survive.

"Ban, you're here."

Sensing Ban's breath, the mother who had been in a daze turned her head. What surprised Ban was that her face was rarely ruddy, and her eyes were filled with a gentle and calm light. She, who had been extremely sleepy since the injury, was very energetic.

This situation, as if her condition had improved, surprised Ban very much. He even had an illusion and hope that his mother would get better soon.

"Mother, is your injury healed?"

The mother smiled and did not answer his answer. She just stretched out her hand and let him lean on her gentle but not warm embrace. Madara, who thought he was already an adult, felt a little awkward, but deep in his heart, he felt happy and nostalgic.

The mother's hand gently stroked his hair. At that time, he had not grown long hair yet. It felt like hedgehog hair, which should not be very comfortable, but she still stroked his hair greedily and carefully, repeating it over and over again.

"Madara, you are the strongest among the brothers. If it were you, you would definitely survive on the battlefield."

Immersed in the warm and happy feeling, Madara wanted to sleep directly in her arms, but when he heard his mother's words, a great pride mixed with shyness burst out in his heart.

No boy can refuse to be a man in his mother's mind, especially Madara. Although as an older brother, he always consciously gave his mother's embrace and love to his younger brothers, but he actually liked his gentle mother more than anyone else.

At this moment, Madara was undoubtedly happy, but soon, his mother shattered his little dream of happiness with her own hands.

"But my brothers are different..."

"The battlefield is too cruel. If no one protects them, they will definitely die."

The woman's words were as distant and hazy as a whisper for a moment, but the next second, the heart-wrenching pain came again.

Under the torture of this pain, her tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, her cheeks burned red, and suddenly became as pale as paper, but even in such pain, there was still no scream or cry from her throat.

"I'll call the medical ninja!"

Madara panicked and wanted to break free from his mother's arms, but a pale hand suddenly grabbed his palm, and she was so strong that his bones were clenched and hurt.

The woman's eyes were so bright that they were eerie, staring at his eyes, and she said:

"Ban,"

"I want to entrust my brothers to you, you can definitely protect them, right?"

Ban immediately swore solemnly, he stared into his mother's eyes, and every word he said came from his heart:

"Mother, I will definitely protect my brothers! The Thousand Hands can never hurt them!"

Ban thought, even if his mother didn't ask him to do so, he would definitely do it.

He had been to the battlefield and knew how dangerous and unpredictable the battlefield was, and how cheap human life was. If possible, he really didn't want his brothers to go to the battlefield and face all this cruelty too early.

When Ban was not the eldest son, he could still spend a short childhood under the protection of his eldest brother, but now that his eldest brother has died in the war, Ban must carry the eldest brother on his back.The son's responsibility, let him protect his brother.

Hearing Madara's promise, the breath that had been supporting this dying woman to barely survive finally dissipated. She staggered and fell into the quilt. The gloom of death climbed up this beautiful face little by little. Her winter is coming soon.

"Madara, I'm sorry."

Tears silently slid down from the corners of the woman's eyes, but they were not for herself, but for Madara who was at a loss in front of her. At this moment, endless regret overwhelmed her fear of death.

How could she let her young child carry such a heavy thing?

"I'm sorry..."

"Mother?"

Madara helplessly grasped his mother's increasingly cold hand, trying to support her increasingly weak body with his tender shoulders. He didn't understand why she was fine the moment before, but was taken away by death at this moment. He began to cry and screamed to call someone over, but his mother trembled and grabbed his hand again.

This time, the force on the arm was incredibly light. The mother shook her head weakly, and her eyes were empty. Her voice was so light, but so clear.

"Ban, Mom is going to die."

A thunder woke Uchiha Madara from the nightmare. His heart seemed to be torn apart, and his body twitched and stiffened uncontrollably until he lost the last bit of strength.

The scarlet Sharingan turned wildly in his eye sockets, but in front of these eyes, there was only the drunk old man lying on the side and the dilapidated old house, not even an enemy for him to vent his pain.

When his breathing gradually slowed down, Madara realized that those memories were so unforgettable and deeply rooted in his bones and blood. He thought he could forget them, but now he knew it was in vain.

At this time, Madara realized that his mother and Izuna died in the same way.

Perhaps because the old house had been in disrepair for a long time, raindrops fell on Madara's eyelashes. He blinked twice, letting the raindrops fall, while he was lost in thought -

Why did his mother keep apologizing to him at that time?

Were her tears at that time shed for him?

Outside the house, the endless rain seemed to never stop.

......

In the early morning of the next day, the heavy rain that had lasted for a day and a night finally stopped. When Shen Yue woke up from the bed in a daze, the long and warm sunlight was pouring into the house, illuminating the furnishings in the house.

Uchiha Madara, who had probably been waiting outside the house for a long time, pushed the door open and entered, holding a red-haired fox in his hand that had tried to escape but failed miserably. Looking at the dazed Shen Yue, he threw the fox in his hand directly into her arms.

Shen Yue took the fox, but still stared at Madara blankly. Madara sighed helplessly and came over to pat her face.

"Kamizuki, it's time to leave."

When the weather cleared up, Madara and Kamatsuki, two outsiders who had come here to avoid the rain, had no reason to stay here any longer. It was time for them to hit the road.

"Are we leaving?"

When Madara, who had packed up, took Kamatsuki, who was a little confused and reluctant, out of the house, the old man sat at the door, as if waiting for them.

Looking at the old man who seemed to have known that they were leaving, Kamatsuki's face showed a trace of guilt and reluctance, but she still nodded, determined to say goodbye properly.

"Well, we're going home."

"That's good, don't let your family wait anxiously."

The old man nodded dejectedly, and couldn't help but nagging, repeating some words of advice back and forth. The object of the reminder was not only Kamatsuki, but even Madara and Kurama could not escape the fate of being nagged.

"What a nagging old man, Shen Yue, let's go!"

When the old man once again said he was stubborn and awkward, Ban's face darkened for a moment, and he moved his long legs and walked out of the village without hesitation.

"Grandpa."

After Madara left, Shen Yue did not immediately follow him. She turned around and pulled the corner of the old man's clothes, motioning him to come over and listen:

"Master Fox told me that he would send a gift later."

After the two uninvited guests finally left, the villagers who had been hiding in the house finally dared to stick their heads out of the house. After repeatedly ensuring that the people had really gone far away and would not return, a group of shriveled old people dared to run to the old man and asked with concern:

"Yusuke, are you okay? Did those two ninjas hurt you?"

"We are fine."

The old people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, showing expressions of surviving a disaster. They sent away the ninjas and welcomed the sunny day. This disaster was finally over.

ButSoon, the faces of the old men and women were covered with a layer of dark clouds, and their bald heads drooped down like frost-bitten eggplant leaves.

"I don't know where the fox has gone. Alas, if it leaves, those hateful guys will come again sooner or later, right?"

The villagers discussed the uncertain future with worry. Yusuke, the only one who knew where the fox had gone, lowered his head silently. He knew that although the days were poor, at least no one would come to disturb them, and they were probably coming to an end.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and the old people shouted about the earthquake while fleeing to the open space in panic, but the earthquake stopped soon. However, the people who had just calmed down suddenly trembled again, because the scene before their eyes was far beyond everyone's imagination-

The dense and tall forest rose from the ground, like a mighty and unyielding general, surrounding their village, and the fruit trees closest to the village were full of fresh and plump fruits.

"This must be the blessing of the fox master!"

The villagers knelt on the ground in gratitude, worshiping the fox master who was still concerned about them even though he left. The coming winter was a terrible season when many people would die, but with so many trees and fruits, they didn't have to worry about this winter.

Recalling the words of the child when he left, Yusuke, the only one who knew the truth, gradually became wet in his eyes.

"Old man, old man!"

The old woman, who was still holding a basket of wild vegetables in her hand, ignored everything strange around her and stumbled straight towards her husband.

"Kaori, I..."

Yusuke looked at his wife nervously. He was really afraid that she would ask where their son and granddaughter had gone, and how he should explain to her that they had left them forever again.

"My son and granddaughter just told me that my granddaughter is going to a place called Konoha, to study in a certain school there, and my son is going to Konoha with her!"

"Oh, yes, that's right!"

Yusuke nodded repeatedly, Kaori threw the basket aside, sat down next to him, and complained angrily:

"I was wondering why you didn't come back in the past few years, and didn't even tell me, what a bastard son!"

Just talking about her cute little granddaughter, her indignant tone became relieved and gentle, her eyes full of expectation:

"It's good to have a book to read, my granddaughter will definitely have a bright future, oh, then Then we two can enjoy happiness..."

Listening to his wife's endless chatter, the old man laughed with relief and joy, but warm tears kept sliding down from the corners of his eyes. The old woman turned her head strangely and stared at his strange appearance, feeling very strange in her heart:

"Old man, are you crying or laughing?"

"Hey, it's because you think too much and make me cry with joy."

Outside the dense forest, Shen Yue, who was the cause of all this, looked through the forests built by Wood Release and traced back to the ruined village surrounded by the forest. Now with the protection of Wood Release, no one should come to disturb them.

"Let's go."

Letting Shen Yue do all this, Madara turned around and left again, as if he had no nostalgia for the land behind him.

He knew that this village had no future, and the only way waiting for them was destruction, but so what?

This is just the most common tragedy in this miserable world called the Ninja World.

Shen Yue has a different point of view. In her opinion, the old people stayed in the dilapidated village to protect the homeland full of memories and emotions where they lived with their families.

"Master, did you really promise grandma just now? Will we really come back?"

"...Yeah."

Madara was silent for a moment, but finally nodded. Although the object was just an old and confused old woman, it was a promise after all.

"I will come back."