Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

After hearing Hashirama's words, Madara was shocked at first, but the shock only lasted a few seconds. After a few seconds, he looked even more relaxed, and there was a sense of relaxation in his whole body from the inside out.

"You can tell," he laughed.

"Well," Hashirama responded softly, "The way you look at him, the concern you have for him, these are all too much. It is not the kind between brothers and companions. It is too much."

"..."

"I didn't understand it at all at first. I thought it was because you two grew up together and had a deeper bond than others. I thought you Uchiha valued feelings, so..."

"..."

"I didn't know what these were until I started liking Mito."

Perhaps it was because Madara's reaction was too calm, which made Hashirama feel a little unsure. He didn't know if his best friend was willing to listen to his persuasion. He really didn't want to see Madara go down a difficult road.

There is clearly a Yangguan Avenue, there is a smooth road, but he will not take it. He will take the winding path, and he will take the dangerous road covered with thorns.

As a best friend, he didn't want to see his friend like this.

Hashirama smiled sarcastically, "I also know that as an outsider, I have no position to say this, but when I think of us being friends, I still want to talk about it. I hope my friend can go smoothly."

Having said this, Hashirama didn't know what else to say. He just raised his head and stared at Madara, who was sitting there motionless, as if waiting for an answer.

I don't know where Madara's eyes were, or maybe he was just in a daze.

The long silence seemed to make the oxygen content in the air much lower. Just when Hashirama opened his mouth to say something to break the embarrassment, Madara finally spoke up.

"Thank you, Hashirama."

"Eh?"

Madara smiled lightly, "But, I don't intend to listen to your advice."

"You..." Hashirama has a headache. He has always known that Madara is stubborn and rarely listens to other people's advice on matters he believes in. However, "Marry a virtuous wife, and then have a child with your blood." Shouldn’t the descendants who inherit your will be like this? Human beings have been passed down this way for thousands of years."

"I didn't think so."

"..."

"Is it right that humans have been doing this for thousands of years? Maybe this is just a path after ideological discipline. There should be other paths in life."

Look, this is Uchiha Madara, who has never been afraid of hardships and obstacles, and is extremely determined. He always wants to take "another road". No matter what the ultimate goal is, he wants to take a different path from others.

He knew that Madara was not a person who was easily persuaded, but when he found out that he really refused his persuasion, Hashirama still felt a little disappointed despite being mentally prepared.

He said: "I know you have ambitions, but I also know how fanciful the idea of ​​unifying the ninja world is. I'm afraid that our generation won't be able to do it. If we can't do it, we will leave it to future generations. Keep doing it, and one day your dream will come true.”

In the Warring States Period when the average age was about 30 years old, they were already counting down to death at the age of 21 or [-]. There was actually nothing wrong with Hashirama having such an idea.

Madara remained silent, and Hashirama didn't know if he agreed with his point of view.

He was a little discouraged and depressed.

"Of course I know that only by uniting all ninjas can we maximize peace, but Madara, do you really think our generation can achieve such great achievements?"

The most important point is that if you want to unify the ninja world, countless people will sacrifice, whether they are your own people or others.

"Why not?" Madara's tone became colder when he said this. It was easy to say it, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Human lifespan is limited, but he doesn't know how many years it will take to unify the ninja world. Not only him, but also Kamui Senna, Tobirama and Hashirama. He doesn't know how long these people can live, and whether they can survive while they are alive. See that day coming.

But this goal and dream has taken root in my heart, and Madara can no longer remove it.

If peace is not in his own hands, if he can only experience peace many years later through the perception of the world in the pure land, then what does such peace have to do with him, Uchiha Madara?

Moreover, he did not think that future generations would definitely be able to do this well.

Just like the Uchiha people who have been able to activate Susanoo for thousands of years, there are so few that the family records tend to be blank. He can, so how many years will it take for the next person who can activate Susanoo?

Another thousand years?

He couldn't have guessed it at all.

He doesn't believe in others, he only believes in divine power and himself.

"Descendants are not reliable at all. Having children is of no use to me, so I won't have children." This was his answer to Hashirama's initial persuasion.

"Huh?" Hashirama didn't understand what Madara meant.

Madara looked at Hashirama with a perverse look in his eyes, and he asked: "Who else in the Senju has a blood inheritance limit like Wood Release except you?"

Hashirama frowned, beginning to understand Madara's intention.

Seeing that he remained silent, Madara asked again, "How many of your ancestors have had the power of wood escape over the thousands of years?"

He had looked through the genealogy pillars, especially after he awakened the ability of Mu Dun, and he went to check it out for this purpose. However, there was no such thing. For thousands of years, generation after generation, he had looked through it several times. Heaven, but there is no record of the power of Wood Escape.

"If your ancestors didn't have it, will your child definitely have it?" In Madara's opinion, the probability is too low.

"Our name is created by ourselves. I only believe in my own strength. Let me put my hope in others and future generations. This kind of ethereal, illusory and unreliable thing, I can't do it, nor can I do it. Agree.”

"Madara, you are just too stubborn."

"Even if I die and find myself a puppet tool man, I will give him what I know. Then he will wear Uchiha Madara's skin, call Uchiha Madara's name, and support Uchiha Madara. name."

No matter who the other party is, he is Uchiha Madara, not the successor of Uchiha Madara's will, nor a descendant of Uchiha Madara.

Hashirama's expression became serious, because he clearly noticed that Madara was serious. The Madara in front of him had very extreme thoughts, which was slightly different from the boy who grew up with him by the Nanga River and imagined the future together. .

When they met not long ago, Madara could still smile shyly and innocently, like a young boy who had not grown up, but it had only been a short period of time, and it was already different when they met again.

Such a confident and arrogant attitude felt strange to Hashirama, and the chakra emitted unconsciously made him feel pressure that he had never felt before.

"Madara..." Hashirama called out, and the best friend in front of him truly felt strange to him for a moment.

Madara didn't take it seriously, and didn't mind the confusion in Hashirama's eyes at all. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and his words were particularly relaxed, "You believe that future generations can do things that we can't do. It's better to believe that I will live forever."

Eternal life, in Hashirama's opinion, is just a dream, but when these words come out of Madara's mouth, it makes people want to believe them.

It's a bit annoying to have such an omnipotent filter for Madara. Hashirama pursed his lips, a little annoyed with himself.

"I'm telling you serious business, but you always make fun of me."

"Inheriting will and so on..." Madara took a breath, "But I don't like someone standing behind me."

"In this case..." Hashirama was clumsy. He clearly felt something was wrong, but he couldn't express it accurately.

"Maybe you are right, Hashirama," the topic changed, and Madara said again: "But I can't be like you. I made a promise to others, and I believe in him and me."

"He...is Kamui?" Hashirama could only think of this person, and he also understood that Kamui was not the silly and sweet person he pretended to be in front of him in the past. He was really very scheming.

Madara smiled and said nothing more, neither admitting nor denying, but his attitude was already clear.