Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Hashirama has been wanting to go to Madara these past few days and tell him that he wants to resign. However, the clan land has long been divided. Madara is focused on building a house on the clan land, and he can't see a ghost all day long. shadow.

At first, Hashirama said he wanted to use wood escape to help, but Tobirama voted him down.

The reason is that the house can be built by the masons and carpenters in the village, labor, construction materials, working hours, etc. Two-thirds of the money will be provided by the village, and the remaining one-third will be provided by the Uchiha clan. When workers make money, they have purchasing power, which can boost the village economy in a disguised way.

Moreover, people are very strange creatures. They do not cherish things that are too easy to obtain. Only by waiting, participating, and actually asking them to contribute something, whether it is manpower or money, will they know how difficult it is and cherish it.

The village is responsible for most of the money, and it is also to let Uchiha remember the kindness of the village. No other family has this kind of kindness, so don't mess up and live in this village honestly and honestly.

From enclosing the land, logging, and building the house at the back, Madara couldn't be said to have done it himself, but he was a very good overseer.

Speaking of supervisors, Hashirama thought of the scene in the shabby house in Kusakure Village. He was running back and forth chasing the big rooster, Tobirama and Kagura were busy in the vegetable field, and Madara was just basking in the sun and supervising the workers. Do nothing.

His best friend is really a bit lazy.

(Madara: Yes, yes, you planted the large vegetable patch in front of the door. I was supervising the work at the time.)

Now, Hashirama saw Madara. He still hadn't done anything. He was sitting on a pile of neatly arranged logs under the shade of a tree. Behind him was the abandoned Nanga Shrine. Hashirama had visited once a few years ago, when Madara left the village. What happened before, when he looked at the stone tablet in the basement, Madara told himself the content he had unlocked, but he failed to keep him.

At this time, Madara was holding his chin with one hand and tapping the beat on his knees with the other. His dark eyes moved slightly as people kept walking back and forth in front of him. Otherwise, it would really give people the illusion of being in a daze.

"Madara," Hashirama called him.

Madara raised his eyelids, saw Hashirama, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. This was a sign that he was in a good mood.

"It's the first generation of adults!"

"The First Lord is here."

In just a few steps, the busy workers stopped to say hello to Hashirama. Madara looked at these people, curled his lips, and raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

These guys, if it weren't for Uchiha Madara, who would give you the land to separate your clans? Damn it!

"It's so hard to see you!" Hashirama sighed as he sat down next to Madara.

Everyone is busy in full swing. At the initial construction site, the foundation has been laid and walls have begun to be built. Zhujian looks at everything in front of him and feels an indescribable feeling in his heart. All good lives begin with building a shelter. Initially, birds will build nests, swallows will build nests, and rabbits will dig holes.Now, they are eager to build a new home, and they must also be determined to live a good life here.

Hashirama smiled, "Well, that's good."

"Are you here to supervise the work too?" Madara glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

Ok?

What's going on with the word "also"?

As expected of his childhood, he could even see what was on his mind.

"Madara, what's the point of sitting here? Let's go for a walk by the river. I have something to say to you."

Madara turned to look at Hashirama, his brows furrowed. Every time Hashirama was serious and gentle, that was when he was fooling him.

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes?"

Incomprehensible eyes.

The tribe designated by Madara is right next to the Nanga River. During the Warring States Period, many Uchiha tribesmen once lived here. Later, as the war spread, it became a battlefield. Many tribesmen died. Later, as their residences moved, , this place is gradually deserted, but Madara still likes this place very much, and this river is also the only place where he can relax during his childhood when he had to constantly face death.

It was here that he met Hashirama.

A boy who hated war as much as he did but was forced to face it.

Standing by the river, thinking back to the past, Madara's expression showed a rare touch of tenderness and sadness.

Although it was very cruel at that time, and I didn’t know when I would die in the hands of the enemy, my father and mother were still there, and so was Quan Nai. Quan Nai was his younger brother who was three years younger. He had been lively since he was a child and always liked to surround himself. Around me, Izuna's talent is actually higher than mine. She learns everything quickly, has clear goals and is decisive in doing things. She is not as indecisive as herself.

This kind of Izuna is more like a being who carries the hope of the Uchiha clan than Madara, so he has his own little pride.

That was his brother, and he wanted to protect his pride from the bottom of his heart.

Watching the clan members fall one after another, at first it was clan members who were not closely related, then they were distant relatives, then close relatives, or even brothers, and in the end it was probably father and mother, and the only remaining brother, Quan Na.

At that time, fear surrounded him all day and all night. When he closed his eyes, he saw the enemy's knife held high, and the bloody corpses scattered everywhere.

When sleeping at night, Izuna would hug his arm. Sometimes when he was dreaming, he would murmur to Nisan. Looking at that innocent and childish face, Madara's fear was like a wildly growing weed that could bury a person.

In the darkness, he asked himself, what should he do if even Izuna was gone?

At that time, he always went to the river. It was the most pleasant time. Only there could he find inner peace. There was no sound of shouting and killing. There was only a clear river in front of him and tall and lush trees all around. It was like a temporary place. A utopia escaping the real world, the Nanga River had a very different meaning to Madara at that time.

One day, he met a little boy here with a sloppy hairstyle. At first, he disliked Hashirama and complained about him in his heart. He was obviously a boy but had such a floppy hairstyle. He must be very weak.

However, this was not the case. He was able to hit the other side despite his efforts. Madara looked at it with a tight chest and a knot in his chest.

Later, they learned each other's identities as ninjas, saw corpses floating in the water together, and eventually faced the fact of death together.

They all want to protect their remaining brothers with their lives, dream of being honest with each other, and dream of building villages and schools so that young children can grow up well without having to go to the battlefield with a knife, and build a society that can be used without a knife. The children were sent to the villages where they fought on the front lines.

After so many years, the village is now built, but the people he wants to protect...

At this time, a stone flew out from Madara's side, and the thin stone rubbed the river surface again and again and landed on the shoal on the opposite side.

Ban Wan'er also bent down to pick up a piece. He exerted force with his right hand, one after another, and finally, the stone hit the one thrown by Hashirama, bounced up again, and fell farther away.

"Hmph~" Madara smiled with satisfaction.

duang~

The people around me sat down, their heads covered with black lines, feeling extremely disappointed.

Hey, this guy is already a grown-up, why is he still so virtuous?

Madara raised his eyebrows, sighed, and sat down next to him.

"What's the matter with me?"

Hashirama, who had a black line on his head, raised his head faintly, with a face full of dissatisfaction, "Can't I just come to you if I have nothing to do?"

Not really.

Hashirama laughed at this moment, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the river. The happiest time in his youth was witnessed by this river. This time, let’s also tell this river about such an important thing. .

"Madara," Hashirama turned his head, "you will take over as Hokage."

A faint smile froze at the corner of Madara's mouth, and he stared blankly at Hashirama's sincere eyes. For a moment, he didn't react.

"You're here again." Madara laughed mockingly.

"Although you think I'm hateful when you say this, every time, every time, it comes from the sincerity, and this time is the same."

"Okay, why do you say this suddenly?"

Hashirama suddenly fell silent, just looking up at the clouds in the sky. Madara stared at his side face, unable to see what he was thinking. He twitched the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, letting the eyes in his eyes be filled with what he said. It’s amazing, but you still can’t see through people’s hearts.

"Don't talk about this kind of thing again." As he said that, he stood up with one hand on the ground. He is different now from the past. He no longer wants to rely on the name of Hokage to prove himself, so whether it is right or wrong , what’s the difference?

"spot……"

"I'm going back to continue supervising the work."

Ignoring Hashirama anymore, Madara turned around. After the Eye of the Moon plan was seen through, he could no longer find his goals and motivation. The village didn't matter to him, not even his clan members. He just wanted to take a path now. It’s a completely different path than before, and then we’ll see where this path leads.

Naruto was no longer in his heart.

Hashirama hasn't understood this yet.