Naruto: Let's take a look at the blind Uchiha

Hashirama looked at the broad surface of the Nanga River with a melancholy look, sighed for the umpteenth time, and poked the unknown wild flowers on the river bank with his fingers, "He will come today, he will not come today... Alas, I have been replaced from the battlefield to rest, he should also rest, right?

But why didn't he come to see me when he was resting? I've been waiting for two days. Could it be that what he said that day was not what the tribe members translated it to mean, and he really intended to be my enemy? Oh, what an unpredictable personality - how did Tobirama manage to be so obsessed with Uchiha that he even took action for him? "

"Which Uchiha is bewitched by Tobirama?"

“Uwaaaaaaa——” Hashirama screamed and crawled backwards using his hands and feet. After seeing the figure clearly, he raised his finger and pointed at the person and complained, “You, you, you, you, why are you walking so silently?! This is very unfriendly, you know that?!”

Madara stood on the river bank with his arms in his sleeves, looking at Hashirama's stupidity with disdain, "Isn't this the basic skill of a ninja? Now is the time for you to reflect on why you just discovered me - and I'm already very friendly by not carrying any weapons."

"That's dangerous for you, right?!" Hashirama didn't get up, but covered his chest to ease the shock of being frightened. "What would you do if I didn't retreat but attacked you?!"

"Ah, I've observed the distance. If you explode instantly, you can only produce wooden spikes within one meter of you. I kept a distance of three meters when talking to you. This distance is enough for me to react." Madara stretched out his hand to Hashirama. "So what were you mumbling just now? I seemed to hear you say that an Uchiha was bewitched by Tobirama?"

Hashirama pursed his lips, raised his hand with a resentful look, and stood up. "Nothing, it's just that during this mission, Tobirama was rescued by an Uchiha, and then that Uchiha found out his identity and became angry and disfigured my brother."

Madara's expression was blank for a second, and then he spoke with a strange look, "Tobirama...are you doing a mission in that small town on the edge of our battlefield?"

"Yeah, that's right," Hashirama sighed, "You've seen Tobirama, right? With that face of his, he didn't look out of place when he dyed his hair to blend in with the Uchiha last time - although someone was covering for him, the people in your clan are protecting him."

[So the person Izuna met was Tobirama... Well, it's no wonder that Izuna made a mistake, Tobirama is indeed a very delicate child.] Madara nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed, your brother has a very good personality - what's that expression on your face? It's so disgusting, stay away from me."

Hashirama's expression was twisted and full of resentment. "Not only is he always mean to me, he also doesn't let me do this or that, and he always calls me an idiot. His words are also extremely hurtful. The worst thing is that after he came back from your house, he wrote a banner saying [If you trust big brother again, I'm an idiot] and hung it on the wall! Why do you all like him, no matter if it's your big brother or you! Is he just so rude to me?!"

"Isn't it possible?" Madara folded his arms and recalled, and spoke after a moment, "That child is polite and sensible, and has a sense of the overall situation and a spirit of dedication. He also knows when to speak... What did you do that Tobirama cares about you so much?"

"That is, I would go to the casino a few more times and ask him to bring money to redeem the person. Then, I would ask him to help me with the homework assigned by my father and help me prepare the pre-war supplies. When I felt bad, I would hug him and act like a spoiled child. Then, when he was doing something, I would take him out to play, and then ask him to help me sort out the troubles I caused..."

Madara had a complicated expression, "...It's a miracle that Tobirama hasn't gotten up in the middle of the night to strangle you to death."

"Wow! That's too much! I don't believe that your brothers are so harmonious all the time!"

"Except for the fact that my brother doesn't take care of himself no matter how others persuade him... well, there are no other conflicts. My brother and I are both very good."

At this point, Madara turned his head away and sighed, "Sometimes I really want to subdue my brother, lock him up, tie him up tightly and let him rest thoroughly. Unfortunately, I can't beat my brother yet."

Ling, who had heard everything clearly while hiding in the dark, touched his nose and shuddered: ...It won't come to that, right?

Hashirama did not hide the fear in his eyes, "Does your brother know that you want to imprison him?!"

Madara looked calm, "Maybe he doesn't know - but if he continues like this, sooner or later I will find a way to take him down."

Hashirama squatted down and huddled into a ball, "You younger brothers have such terrible attitudes towards your older brothers..."

"With your personality, you don't deserve to be treated well by your brothers, no matter if you are a younger brother or not—" Madara sneered, and before Hashirama got angry, he said, "Don't be funny, I came to you for serious business."

Hashirama swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and looked up at Madara, "What?"

"Our clan is going to withdraw from the battlefield with you."

Hashirama's eyes suddenly widened, and he stood up suddenly, staring at Madara. After a long time, he spoke slowly, "...Why are you telling me this?"

[Because my brother said that at the beginning of a relationship, someone always has to make the first concession. If you really need the other person and want to establish a relationship with them, then it is very cost-effective to use information that is already determined and will not change to test whether the other person is sincere or not.]

Although he thought so in his heart, Madara knew that he couldn't say it out loud at this time, "Because I need you... and like I said before, although it's incredible, when I saw you, I felt that I didn't want to hurt you."

Hashirama was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and squatted on the ground again, curling up into a ball. He said in a weak voice, "...Our clan also intends to recruit more troops on the battlefield - but if what you said is true, I will find a way to delay this matter."

"Well, please. After all, fighting on two fronts will be a burden to both of our clans..." At this point, Madara looked at Hashirama in surprise, "I thought you wouldn't respond to me this time."

After a long silence, Hashirama slowly shook his head and said, "Trust is built through repeated interactions. If I keep asking you to trust me, this fragile relationship will soon end, and it may also affect the deal between me and your brother...

Moreover, if the clan recruits more troops for the war, my youngest brother will have to go to the battlefield, but he is so young, and the war is so fierce now, he will die soon... So what you told me is really important to me, thank you."

Madara also lowered his eyelids, "Although I don't know how our two tribes will develop in the end, at least at this moment, we are highly united in our thoughts of not wanting my brother to go to the battlefield."

"Hmm... Speaking of which, Madara."

"Ok?"

"We are now just ordinary friends, right?"

Madara looked at Hashirama, who had suddenly become interested for some reason, with a look of disdain on his face, "...What do you want to say?"

"That's right, that feeling you mentioned before..." Hashirama tightened his arms around his knees, looking a little embarrassed. "You said you didn't want to hurt me, but is that something that's unique to me?"

Madara shuddered very visibly and took a step back, "...You are really disgusting sometimes."

"I also think this is wrong, but I'm curious..." Hashirama rubbed his arms uncomfortably, but still looked at Madara persistently, his eyes shining, "So, that feeling is only directed at me?"

“No.” Looking at Hashirama who instantly lost himself, Madara sighed and raised his hand to touch the back of his neck. “If I must say, a super disgusting red-haired guy I met before also made me feel this way - but in comparison, my feeling towards you is still a little stronger... If you show this disgusting expression again, I will beat you up.”

"Hehehe... Nothing much, I just suddenly felt like I was also against you-Ah! Madara, why did you hit me?!"

"I'm going to hit you, you disgusting thing!"

“It hurts so much! Stop hitting me! Ouch! I’m going to fight back!”