The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

"Let me tell you, I have had a dream since I was a child - to build a very big village under the valley over there. And then put my brother, Madara's brother, and everyone in it to protect it. People in the village are all friends, there is no need to worry about their respective identities, and they can talk openly. There is no need to deceive, trap, or fight anymore... I'm sorry, I shouldn't tell you this."

Hashirama apologized to Izayoi with a guilty look on his face. He didn't want to show his too bloody side in front of her. The image of ninjas is bad enough. He didn't dare to bet on Izayoi's opinion of ninjas. But unexpectedly, Izayoi was very considerate and understanding.

"It doesn't matter. The world is tough and everyone has their reasons for doing what they do."

"That's not a reason for people to kill each other. A lot of people died, and there were unarmed civilians. Children died young."

Hashirama arched his legs and buried his face in his arms. The long hair that had been hanging down his back cascaded down, wrapping him up.

Bowing your legs and bending your body to hug yourself, and using foreign objects to cover yourself are all manifestations of stress in people who have been psychologically traumatized.

The experience in his previous life allowed Izayoi to stay calm and analyze Hashirama's body language.

What he said was exactly what he thought. He was not lying.

It is precisely because of this that the light truths spoken by others seem particularly sincere when he talks about them.

Because he has indeed experienced the hardships of life and was not beaten down by it. Instead, he stood up strong, worked hard to burn himself, and brought hope to other people who were tortured by pain.

Such a person will always suffer some losses.

But why? Why can he always look at everything so optimistically? He obviously has unparalleled power, a loyal and gentle personality, consistent words and deeds, and tolerance for justice. Even in the previous life, such character was rare.

According to Hashirama's noble and selfless moral standards that even she can dedicate to herself, she is a bad person from the ground up - she knows the consequences of combining capital and force, but she still insists on going. It is probably because of such a cold heart that he can bear the seal of the Death Mask.

As for Hashirama, Izayoi couldn't find any dark aura in him. Negative forces are limited to the greatest extent around him. For the first time, the world showed its warm side, so warm that she didn't want to move. Even though Hashirama was quietly moving his stool closer, he was unwilling to hide away anymore.

He moved his body towards Izayoi, but she didn't hide away like before. This little discovery made him very happy.

The two were so close that they could touch each other's arms if they turned slightly sideways.

Hashirama stopped moving with satisfaction, sat next to Izayoi, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and stretched out his legs comfortably.

If he continued to get closer, he was afraid that Izayoi would throw away his sleeves and leave in displeasure. Looking sideways, Izayoi looked up intently at the incomplete moon in the sky, his slender and white neck bent back, showing a fragile and beautiful arc.

He licked his back molars and felt a little itchy. The atmosphere was so beautiful that he wanted to stay immersed in it. But there are some things that I don’t feel comfortable saying. Just like Uncle Kenta said, he couldn't lie to her, and he didn't want to lie to her.

Izayoi thought of him too well. In fact, he is just an ordinary ninja. The ninja is a symbol of disaster.

"I killed many people." He said suddenly.

Izayoi's thoughts of admiring the moon were interrupted, and she looked at him doubtfully.

"Many, many people. Men and women, old and young."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to..."

Izayoi raised his hand, subconsciously wanting to interrupt him. Not because of fear, but because he thought it might be Hashirama's scar.

The wounds on the body have healed, but what remains in the heart will only turn into scars, forever engraved on the bloody conscience. And Hashirama is a rare person with a high moral sense in the ninja world. She didn't want such people to suffer from the torture of conscience.

Why do people who do all kinds of evil live happily and freely, why should they have a bad conscience? Isn’t this bullying an honest person?

"No, I must say it. You have to understand what kind of person I am." Hashirama held her hand. The hands were as slender as her body, with hard bones hidden under the cool skin, and the tentacles were soft and smooth.

Izayoi has a small frame and looks much taller than the average woman, and her usual posture is reserved and upright. If you really touch it, it will become softer.

Hashirama played with her hand, spreading the fingers one by one and spreading them flat in his rough palm.

"I am Senju, the Senju you know. A ninja who fights and kills all day long and is very rude. I don't have much education. I can recognize a few words, but I can only recognize the words. I can't say anything nice to coax people. happy."

"But you're fine, very fine. Sorry, I'm not very good at talking."

"Ah."

Izayoi lowered his head and responded. She was a little sad and didn't want to accept this undeserved compliment.

"I kill. I kill my enemies, my employers, and sometimes my own people."

"Impossible! You are not that kind of person!" Izayoi blurted out.

Hashirama smiled bitterly and switched to his right hand to hold her. His left hand went behind her and gently patted her shoulder and back to calm her frightened nerves.

"Although, my ninjutsu is still quite powerful and has a wide range. When I didn't control it well in the past, accidental injuries were inevitable."

It turned out to be the case.

Izayoi breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "Scared me."

"Sorry, sorry. It's my fault."

Hashirama apologized sincerely, remained motionless, and continued.

"I fought for my family, for my family, and for myself. I got some false fame, but also got some real benefits. In recent years, some good people gave me the name of 'Ninja God' Head. Haha!”

Hashirama smiled self-deprecatingly and couldn't help but tighten his grip on Izayoi's right hand.

"If I am the god of ninjas, then why don't they listen to me and stop fighting?"

He didn't use much force, he was controlling his strength out of habit. What hurt Izayoi was the callus in his palm. It's dry, rough, and cracked, itchy when rubbed, and painful when strained.

"It's not your fault. Everyone thinks differently."

She raised her left hand, gently covered Hashirama's right hand, and consoled her sincerely: "When people are suffering, they often don't have enough sense. Without you, they would place their hopes on illusory clay statues. And You just meet their best aspirations, strong, generous, kind, and invincible. It’s not because you are like this that they praise you. It’s because they want themselves to be like this, so they praise you.”

Although the truth is hard to hear, it would be nice if it could make him suffer less.

Hashirama felt the soft touch of pressure on the palms and backs of his hands at the same time, and a gentle female voice comforted his ears. He felt comfortable being ironed from the inside out.

He laughed softly and said: "I feel like I am in a state of blessing but I don't know how blessed I am. If I continue to complain, I will be very sorry for you."

"Why are you sorry for me?"

"It's clear that Izayoi has had a harder time than me, and I'm much better than you, but I'm still looking for your comfort. It's really not like a man."

Izayoi was silent for a while and said slowly: "It's the same. Pain cannot be distinguished by degree. It depends on how deep the damage is to each person. As long as you can feel the pain, you are also being tortured. People. Those who are being tortured are poor people, so why bother criticizing each other."

Hashirama stared at her with bright eyes, and held her closer with his left hand.

"What you said is very good. I just can't understand this."

"You just don't want to delve into it." Izayoi smiled helplessly.

I really don’t know if he is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. never mind. There's no point in trying to figure it out. You can live more comfortably by pretending to be stupid.

She turned slightly and let her shoulder slip through Hashirama's left palm. The soft shoulder and back lines are wrapped layer by layer in light golden satin. The straight collar was slightly opened back, revealing the white and soft back of the neck.

Hashirama couldn't help but leaned slightly towards her.

Feeling the heat source approaching, Izayoi narrowed his eyes comfortably and asked with some blurry consciousness: "What's wrong?"

"You have a leaf on your head. I'll take it off for you."

Hashirama lowered his head, and his long black hair slid down from his shoulders and fell into Izayoi's back collar.

"Hey!"

Izayoi exclaimed, jumping up from his stool in fright. Hashirama laughed, threw aside the newly transformed leaves, and helped the person up.

"Hahahaha! Not sure. Sorry, sorry."

"Is it an insect?" Izayoi was shocked.

She hates bugs so much. Now that it's spring again, insect eggs are hatching and everywhere, and it's not surprising at all to fall from the trees.

Hashirama avoided her question and didn't answer. He just held her in his arms and patted her back gently.

"It's alright, it's alright."

The warm breath enveloped Izayoi's entire body. She half-closed her eyelids and lay softly in Hashirama's arms, feeling very confused - why did she hug him so suddenly?

"Are you tired? You've been busy all day, and it's already very late now."

Hashirama quietly pulled out the tiara from her hair. The wooden comb and wooden hairpin are just painted with a light ocher color. Not worthy of her.

"No...not...me, I still have things...to do. I have to...go...outer street..."

"Outer street?"

The deep male voice vibrated from the tightly pressed chest to her ears, tickling her entire cheek.

"move place……"

The bun that was pulling on the scalp was released, and the long hair flowed down like a waterfall.

Izayoi lay on Hashirama's chest, her head resting on his collarbone, and her unfinished words disappeared under the deep sleep.

The dark purple chakra that appeared out of nowhere turned into a dense mist, spreading in all directions, covering everything from the backyard to the front room.

On the rotten wooden boards, moss grows more and more moist. A green branch protruded from the knot on the wooden table.

When Yuzi came back, she trudged through the calf-high grass in the living room. Just as she was about to call someone, she saw her father sticking his head out from the stairs.

Kenta made a silent gesture, hung one on his chest and one on his back, and jumped down from the second floor lightly.

Yuzi's eyes widened, brothers! What is dad going to do?

Kenta made an upward gesture, which meant there was someone important. Yuzi covered her mouth sensibly and exited the door with him, waiting for a reasonable explanation.

Staying up late at night means my brothers are still growing!

"Jijun-sama is asleep upstairs." Kenta broke the news as soon as he went out.

Yuzi exclaimed: "Why is she here? I'll go up and take a look!"

Kenta grabbed her and said with a grimace, "Hashirama-sama is also up there."

What the hell!

Yuzi's mind flashed through all kinds of unhealthy picture albums that were popular in the short book street. All the possible bad consequences were shouting over and over in her mind, urging her to go up and save the ruined beauty.

"I'm going to save her!"

"What are you doing!" Kenta stepped on her shoe and refused to let go.

"Go and save Ji Jun! She will definitely not be happy!"

"How do you know she's not happy? I hid behind the window and watched them hugging each other very happily."

Yuzi stamped her foot hard.

"How can it be so fast! We just met last time, and we went to bed this time! It doesn't fit Ji Jun's aloof personality at all! They haven't even completed the process! At least they need to get to know each other, get in touch, fall in love, date, fall in love, and quarrel. Break up, make up, fall in love again, quarrel again, break up again, and then go through turbulent times, get back together, and live happily ever after!"

Kenta's eyes were empty and he was unable to complain.

"Where did you see something? A man and a woman, is it so complicated? If we see each other, we'll be together."

Yuzi opened her eyes wide and retorted: "Isn't that what you and your mother are like!"

grass! Backlash dismissed.