Promoting Konoha's cup of wine at the Magic College

There was deep and dim light in the cramped room, and the air in the room was filled with the bitter smell of medicine and the faint smell of blood, making it heavy and oppressive.

Sunlight leaked in from the window and slowly flowed deeper into the house as time went by, flowing towards the pale and pale boy on the tatami whose face was covered with a white cloth, in vain to warm this body that had no warmth.

Uchiha Madara lay beside Izuna and hugged his brother's body tightly.

Quan Nai, his only younger brother who survived and grew up in the turbulent war, the younger brother who would stand behind him tenderly and firmly, the younger brother he swore to protect, eventually passed away in his arms.

Brother, brother. Until the last moment, Quan Nai still called him, live, live with my eyes, brother.

As long as you stay alive, anything is possible. His brother's bony hands grabbed him tightly, his voice was hoarse and he was breathless.

So live on, brother, take everything I have and live on.

The eyes belonging to his younger brother rotated into new patterns in his eye sockets. Izuna's eyes and power pulled him back from the abyss of Sharingan blindness, merging with his chakra to form the new Sharingan, the Eternal Mangekyō.

Unprecedented power surged through his body, roaring wildly, and the painful and twisted anger seared his soul. The tears in the corners of Uchiha Madara's eyes gradually oozed with bright blood.

Ah, Senju. he thought coldly.

"The story after that is a story about a miracle."

The kunoichi who was responsible for taking care of the girl put the trimmed bouquet into the bottle. Next to her stood a girl with her face raised like a small sunflower. The child gently tugged on the corner of her clothes and urged her Continue the story.

The bright spring sunshine illuminated the little girl's curious black eyes so pure and moving. The sheer brilliance in these children's eyes made this once battle-hardened ninja unable to help but want to laugh from the bottom of his heart. .

But precisely because of this, the history behind it that was full of hatred and hatred is not suitable to be told to a girl with such eyes. The kunoichi thought to herself, frowning in annoyance.

I don’t know which evildoer with ill intentions told the children of Madara and Hokage that Madara’s younger brother was killed by Senju Tobirama. What did they expect to see become of this child?

Thinking like this, the kunoichi unconsciously touched the small red and white fan earrings hanging on the girl's ears, and asked softly in her always gentle voice: "Hitomi-sama, why did you suddenly ask about Izuna-sama today? , did someone say something to you?"

The little girl pursed her lips: "I just want to ask! Sister Haruko~" She blinked obediently, her round little face glowing a healthy pink in the sunlight. Uchiha Haruko couldn't hold it back, and finally pinched Hitomi's tender cheek flesh.

Hitomi was not angry when her cheek was pinched. She has always been a good-tempered little girl: "Tell me, are you okay?"

Uchiha Haruko has never been able to do anything with Hitomi. Not to mention her, even the ninja Shura whose name can stop a child from crying at night has nothing to do with this little girl.

Haruko straightened her posture and looked like she was speaking slowly.

"One god desires peace, separates yin and yang, repels the two forces, and becomes one, giving birth to all things..." (Note 1)

Before Haruko could finish telling what was written on the Uchiha Stone Tablet, the little girl answered happily: "The power of Yin, which is derived from the spiritual energy imagined by the Master, creates form out of nothing; it is created from the body of the Master's life. The power of Yang, which is the source of energy, gives life to form. My father said that this is how I was born!" (Note 2)

"Yes, Hitomi-sama is so smart!"

Haruko Uchiha smiled so hard that she took a plum preserve from the plate on the table and fed it to the little girl. She smiled and watched the little girl puff out her cheeks and chew it like a little hamster.

"Back then, the clan leader went to the Senju Clan to seek revenge for the death of Master Izuna. However, because the Eternal Kaleidoscope he had just obtained was still unstable and tended to be chaotic, something went wrong during the Yin Escape. Due to a combination of circumstances, he had an affair with Master Hokage. The combination of their powers formed a new escape technique - Yin-Yang escape, and then, Hitomi-sama was born as a miracle!"

As if recalling the past, Haruko's expression became more unpredictable: "Afterwards, the two major ninja clans, Senju and Uchiha, formed an alliance and established the Konoha Ninja Village, ushering in the current era of peace."

Haruko swallowed up all the dangers and discords in her unfinished words. Even so, the peace in Konoha now is just a calm river on the surface, full of rapid undercurrents and whirlpools full of malice and danger.

She just smiled tenderly and touched the little girl's furry little head, "This is all thanks to Hitomi-sama! You are the cornerstone of peace between the two clans, Your Highness Hime-kun of Konoha, as long as you exist, , Konoha’s alliance is unbreakable.”

Hitomi tilted her head. She had an intuition that Haruko's smile contained some element of boredom and sadness, but she didn't reveal it.

I can't help it, because I'm an adult. Adults are so duplicitous, so what can children do but tolerate these adults who are obviously in pain but still smile.

Haruko and her father are both such idiots.

Just don't be so miserable anymore.

Hitomi pressed her little face against the calloused palms of the kunoichi due to her martial arts training, and looked at Haruko with twinkling eyes. Her voice was so sweet that it could drip honey: "So I'm so powerful, right? I can protect her well." Ours."

The pure and firm eyes of the child born as a miracle shined with dazzling brilliance, like stars shining in the dark night, "Please believe in me more, true peace will come."

Hitomi promised.

It was already late at night when Uchiha Madara returned to Konoha.

Although compared to the great changes in various countries when Konoha was first established, the current situation is already much easier. However, as the Hokage, Senju Hashirama needs to be stationed in Konoha for a long time and cannot easily leave the Ninja Village, but can come and go freely. Uchiha Madara naturally works hard for those who are capable - many tasks in the nascent Konoha still require the superior Madara to solve them personally.

It's just that last month he just promised the little girl at home to accompany her to the summer festival, but in the end he had to leave midway due to an urgent mission.

Although Hitomi is a good-tempered little girl, she would probably be angry if she missed the appointment like this. Madara was thinking, not paying attention to the corners of his lips that slightly raised as he thought of his daughter.

As soon as Uchiha Madara stepped through the door of his house, he saw his daughter crashing into his arms like a small cannonball, and happily shouted: "Papa!"

Ninja Shura subconsciously wanted to laugh, but he deliberately kept a straight face: "Why are you still not sleeping so late?"

"I'm waiting for you!" Hitomi pursed her lips, not afraid of Madara's deliberately cold face, and gave him a big smile.

Then she was picked up by Madara with one arm. Hitomi naturally stretched out a short arm to wrap around Madara's neck, pointing one hand at the warm and flickering lights in the house, "I left the light for dad, although dad always throws it away." I left, but Hitomi will not leave dad behind. As long as dad comes back, I will always keep the light on for dad!"

Madara Uchiha looked at his daughter's innocent and happy face, and his overly cold and sharp eyebrows couldn't help but soften.

If those enemies who were frightened by his name saw him at this moment, they would be shocked. Who would have thought that this Shura, who is known for his coldness and cruelty, would actually have such a gentle and gentle side - this unexpectedly born child is what he insists on to this day. The meaning.

Even though Konoha is now beginning to show signs of darkness, the frequent dirty games in politics make Madara tired of it. But at least Konoha now provides stable peace for children like Hitomi, and they don't have to let young children go to the battlefield like they did back then, with life and death uncertain.

As long as you stay alive, anything is possible.

Suddenly, he recalled his brother's dying words and wanted to touch his eyes with his fingertips. This was a small subconscious action he had made when he was upset recently.

But Hitomi in his arms caught his finger and looked at Madara with disapproval: "Dad! Don't cherish your eyes just because the Eternal Kaleidoscope can't blind you. You must cherish Uncle Izuna's heart!"

Madara narrowed his eyes, his body tensed, and his aura suddenly became dangerous: "Who told you about Uncle Quan Nai?"

Because their daughter was still young, neither he nor Hashirama agreed to bury the seeds of hatred prematurely, and the two clans also tacitly agreed not to mention the matter under their orders.

When Hitomi grows older, Madara thought, I will tell her personally about Izuna.

At that time, Hitomi was also an older child, with her own path and dreams, instead of letting her fall into a thousand-year-old feud between the two clans at a young age, putting her in a dilemma and affecting the path she really wanted to take in the future.

So who told the young Hitomi these past events in an attempt to provoke them?

Unexpectedly, Hitomi pointed to her own eyes. In Madara's surprised gaze, her big black eyes gradually turned red, and the black magatama slowly rotated: "I saw it myself."

Hitomi stared at Madara with a rare sad expression, her young palms gently brushed Madara's pale and handsome face, as if she wanted to wipe away his past tears: "I saw my father holding a person crying, it was very painful. , I wanted to hug you, but I couldn’t hug Dad, and then I suddenly understood that it was Dad’s past.”

That was a past I had no part in. I could see the small room, smell the lingering smell of medicine and blood in the room, and feel my father's painful voice. Everything was so real, except that I couldn't touch them, let alone change them. everything.

There was a vague feeling in Tong that one day she would be able to touch them, one day she would be able to change everything.

But not yet, she thought sadly.

Because I am too weak now.