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

After finally getting a break, Madara, after spending some time with his brother, found an excuse to sneak away to the back mountain, wondering if he could run into Hashirama - it wasn't that he had to build a relationship with Hashirama, it was just that he had heard too many rumors about him!

What about his brother leading a team to rape the Senju clan, kidnapping a little boy from the Senju clan, and finally instigating his teammates to use illusion to brainwash the kidnapped boy...

Then he grabbed the tribesmen and asked them, but none of them said a word - they just looked at him with pity! There was no evidence at all, but there were seven or eight versions of the messy news!

If the protagonist was someone else's, he wouldn't bother to care - but the problem is that the protagonist is his brother! Not to mention that his brother had an unclear relationship with Qianshou a few days ago!

[If I can meet Hashirama, I'll get straight to the point. If he doesn't tell me, I'll beat him up until he tells me! I brought a stick with me today - huh?]

Madara stopped and squinted his eyes to look at the bruised figure sitting by the river. After a long while, he spoke tentatively, "...Ha, Hasi Lama?"

"Hmm? Ah, Madara...long time no see." Hashirama stood up, his voice weak, "How about we say hello by skipping stones on water today as well?"

[Skipping stones? We've never used skipping stones to greet each other before... has the situation changed?] Ban raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the stones on the river bank, picked up a stone at random, and said with a relaxed look, "Of course I can, but what happened to you? How did you get beaten into a pig's head?"

Hashirama's mouth drooped. "Can you please stop bringing up irrelevant issues?"

Ban threw the stone and sneered, "Why don't you take the initiative to tell me and make me happy? You like to hold things in. You can't get anything out of it even if you beat you with three sticks."

Hashirama's expression became even more resentful, but he still raised his hand high, and threw a stone at Madara by skipping it on the water, then watched in silence as the stone collapsed and sank to the bottom of the river.

"Don't give me that disgusting look! It's so disgusting!" Madara caught the stone, and just by touching it with his fingers, he knew what was written on it - [Escape] - his heart suddenly tightened, but his face remained casual and disdainful of Hashirama, "What's the point of being a man and crying all day long! I feel ashamed to admit that you are my friend."

Seeing that Madara had no intention of leaving, Hashirama stopped making faces, gritted his teeth, and said, "By the way, Madara, have you been so idle since you stopped going to the battlefield?"

Madara naturally heard that Hashirama wanted him to escape, but he and Hashirama were about the same strength. Hashirama told him so clearly to "escape". If he just turned around and left, wouldn't it be the same as telling that person "I know a lot and I'm very valuable, come and catch me"?

And the repeated hints are really about whether they want to save him or harm him! Even if they want him to escape, they should let him find a better reason according to the conversation!

So Madara could only keep scanning the bushes behind Hashirama, trying to find some unusual movement to plan the direction of escape, while pretending that he didn't understand the hint and continued chatting with people, "You're not too idle, are you? Doing housework, making lunch boxes, distributing compensation to the families of the fallen clansmen... I came here after I finished everything, aren't you?"

The words that Hashirama wanted to continue to persuade people to leave were all stuck in his throat. He opened and closed his mouth for a while before making a slightly strange sound, "You did all this by yourself?"

"...What else? It's not like you haven't seen my brother before. Do you think it's convenient for him to come forward?" Madara crossed his arms and calmly put the stone that Hashirama had just thrown at him into his arms. "Besides, I hope he can rest more. I wish I could tie him up. How could I take the initiative to cause trouble for him?"

"What about your brother? As far as I remember, your brother is about the same age as my brother, so he should be old enough to handle things - what are you looking at?"

"It's okay," Madara looked away and let out a breath, "I just think I saw some non-recyclable garbage."

"You are really too much! I am going to cry! I am really going to cry! I am crying!"

"Then you cry, leaving all the work to your brother's garbage—No, wait, are you serious?"

Madara looked at Hashirama who sat down with his knees hugged and started crying. His whole body shook uncontrollably, "Hey, I was wrong... Hey! Stop crying! I have something serious to ask you!"

Hashirama raised his head, without a single tear mark on his face, "What?"

Seeing this, Ban felt both angry and amused, but in the end he did not cross the river to fight with others as usual. "Let me ask you about those rumors - which one is true? The ones about my brother."

"...Ah? Oh, those, uh, should all be true, right? It's just that the order should be changed. Even if you are embarrassed to ask your brother about these things, wouldn't it be faster for you to ask your tribesmen directly? Why are you asking me?"

Madara sneered, "My people only want to have fun and then find ways to make the rumors even more outrageous."

Hashirama heard some slight noises coming from the bushes behind him, and his thoughts finally came back to him. He pursed his lips tightly and said, "By the way, Madara."

"Ok?"

"Has your family never discovered that you were having an affair with a foreigner?"

When Hashirama finished speaking, Madara finally determined the position of the stalker. He quickly began to plan his route in his mind and gave an answer, "Is there one? Didn't I tell you that I couldn't detect my brother's stalking? Maybe he has secretly followed me several times - ah, maybe he is still here now. If you want to see him, I can consider calling him for you."

The expression on Hashirama's face was blank for a moment, and after a long while he spoke in a voice full of resentment, "…So your family doesn't care about this at all, right?"

"Not really. Anyway, my father doesn't support me—" Madara's eyes shifted slightly, "But my brother... well, you probably know about his friendship with that damn red-haired guy—and even if he doesn't, my brother won't interfere with my actions. As long as you have no ill will towards me, he will find a way to cover for us."

"...Aren't you also causing trouble for your brothers?"

"It's natural for a younger brother to rely on his older brother," Madara snorted and raised his chin, "but it's terrible for an older brother to rely on his younger brother."

Hashirama squatted down again, hugging his knees. After a while, he spoke in a muffled voice, "...It's really stupid for me to worry about you. It's really stupid."

"Good to know," Madara snorted and folded his arms, "But I accept the kindness - I will return the favor to you later."