Naruto: The hardworking model who realizes his dream is actually the white moonlight of the ninja wo

Hashirama's younger brother, Tobirama, has always been very reliable.

There are many specific manifestations, such as rushing Hashirama to do things now.

The Uchiha and Senju did not write down an explicit ceasefire agreement. This might be tacit, or it might be premeditated in secret.

The Uchiha clan will not give the Senju any chance, even if it is Uchiha Madara, who was once regarded as a close friend by the eldest brother. The Senju clan cannot stop fighting, even if the clan leader is now a pacifist.

That's too many people in one family.

"Brother, this is the handover information sent up from below." The door of the Qianshou clan leader's office was opened, and it was the clan leader who walked in. The height of the document almost covered most of Tobirama's face: "Brother! You are being lazy again!"

Anger rose between his brows, but before the volcano erupted, Hashirama successfully wiped the saliva off his face: "Ah...ah, sorry, I fell asleep just now."

"Thank you for your hard work, Tobirama. Just leave it there."

Tobirama's anger was suppressed a little. He put the document down heavily, strode towards Hashirama's desk, and began to flip through the documents casually.

It's already this late! Brother is still being lazy. Anyway, you haven't read these documents!

Tobirama felt angry just thinking about it, but when he looked closely, the red circle on the scroll and the markings on the edge were all traces of his elder brother's efforts.

He blinked his eyes, then opened another scroll in disbelief.

One, two, three...

The scrolls piled up like a mountain on the desk were opened one by one by Tobirama, and every page showed signs of being carefully read.

"Tobirama! Are you doubting me?!"

Hashirama looked aggrieved, like a wilted bean sprout, except that his size was a little out of place.

"Sorry, big brother." Tobirama looked away guiltily. He always felt that his big brother would side with the Uchiha - maybe he had changed his mind under the instigation of his father? No, it was impossible.

"Brother, about Uchiha..."

Hashirama grinned, but there was a hint of loneliness in his expression.

"No one is absolutely right or absolutely wrong, Tobirama."

"What father insisted on was not 'all Uchiha are evil' but the Senju. As the clan leader, he always tried his best to protect his clan members."

In Hashirama's memory, his father is the embodiment of the four words "immovable as a mountain".

As long as his father was around, Senju would get better and better, he thought so when he was a child.

Until my father paid the price for his stubbornness. Once people get older, many of their ideas are filled with more experience and become rigid. Even a carriage cannot escape this.

“Just because my father and I have the same persistence doesn’t mean we need to do the same things.”

Hashirama pulled the scroll from the table and opened it, already looking like the patriarch.

"I'm not the only Senju, and Madara is not the only Uchiha."

"And a surname can only represent kinship, not personality. Have you forgotten about that young boy?"

Ningci. I think that's his name now.

Tobirama leaned against the door, his brows furrowed.

The eldest brother is trying in his own way. Although his father was killed by Uchiha Izuna, he still wants to reconcile - this is something only the eldest brother can do.

Tobirama could never forget how he felt when he took his father's body off the wall.

An arm was missing, the heart was completely destroyed, and blood was oozing from all seven orifices. There couldn't be a more miserable way to die.

"I'm used to death." He thought, "My father is also a ninja. As long as he goes to the battlefield, he may die."

But Madara was on Hashirama's side and was unable to split himself, and Uchiha Tajima alone could not do this.

"Calm down, Tobirama." The older brother who was always criticized comforted his younger brother. He would not say that life and death were the norm on the battlefield, nor would he let Tobirama get used to death: "I will not let the number of victims like my father increase again."

Tobirama looked at his elder brother with red eyes, but what broke into Tobirama's sadness before Hashirama's words was the torn cloth.

The blood on it was still fresh, and still retained the scent of the owner's chakra.

You can tell at just one glance.

It's just Uchiha Izuna. Besides Uchiha Tajima, there's also Izuna fighting here.

"I see, brother."

He answered absentmindedly, and Hashirama thought that this matter needed to be handled step by step, so he didn't say anything more.

"Perhaps I can't reach the level of Big Brother yet."

It would be a bit too much to ask for reconciliation with the murderer of my father.

What's more, the other party had not only his father, but also two younger brothers and countless clansmen.

But on the other hand, the same situation happened on Qianshou's side.

This dispute has lasted too long, like a rolling stone down a hill, and it has become difficult to stop.

He seems to be just an ordinary person, unable to let go of everything like his elder brother.

"Brother, maybe the Uchiha aren't evil..."

"But I have no place to store this resentment."

Someone who can forgive the world with the most primitive kindness may change the entire ninja world.

But if that person is the eldest brother, it seems that what he needs to do has been decided long ago.

At least... at least, until then...

Tobirama looked at the kunai in his hand and the experiment marked with the mark. Although this technique was still a semi-finished product, all his resentment for not being accepted by his loved ones was stored here.

Just once... let him become a speck of dust in the tumbling of fate, let him know the freshest resentment in his heart.

Senju's sword will cut off Uchiha Izuna's neck, and he will carry his enemy's head and write the final chapter of his lament for his father's death.

"This is the last time..."

Uchiha Madara's succession to the position of clan leader was incredibly smooth. Tajima has always been a cautious person. From the day he planned to order a coffin, he had made all preparations for his own death.

It only took one day for the young patriarch to become the patriarch.

After that, the young Uchiha shouldered the responsibility of the Uchiha clan and became the one with the deepest footprints here. He was exhausted and busy running around, and even the time to rest was extremely rare.

"If we can't be faster, it will be bad if Qianshou gets the upper hand."

Both sides were planning to deal with clan affairs first and put everything in place - the so-called seven days, the so-called first seven days, were nothing more than speculations by both sides about their enemies.

Seven days will never really exist.

But seven days is too short for big families like the Senju and Uchiha - the young clan leaders will naturally be the ones to be exploited.

"Go and bring some tea and snacks to my brother."

Izunai brought the green rice dumpling, the green dessert exuded the scent of herbal plant juice.

Izuna's brother is the name Izuna gave to herself. Madara's brother is the name Izuna gave to Madara.

Naturally, the only person to whom it was given was Neji.

The young man bowed slightly, following the example of the consul's grandmother. The old lady always said: When you live under someone else's roof, you must know some rules. It would be bad if you were laughed at or gossiped about.

Of course Neji listened. As the eldest son of the Hyuga family's branch, few people knew these complicated rules and regulations better than him.

Besides, his mother-in-law was really kind, and if he failed to do well and was criticized, he would be the only one to be kicked out.

"This was taught by Grandma Xue, right?" Quannai saw the young man leaning forward and laughing with his hands covering his mouth. He felt a little restrained, but after seeing the young man nod, he said nothing.

Izuna waved her hand, signaling the other party that he could leave.

This is the fourth day.

Ningci took the snacks and walked to the class's workroom. The main study room was facing the sun and was some distance from the starting point. But tea had no concept of time. If you walked too slowly, it would get cold.

"That's the adopted son of the patriarch?"

"Look at those white eyes..."

There were inevitably members of the Uchiha clan on the road, they covered their faces and whispered to each other - there was no need to avoid Neji, they were just giving face to the clan leader.

But this face is also precious.

"Host, this is a perfect time! There is usually no one around Uchiha Madara when he is working." 001 appeared again, and it has been much quieter in the past two days.

"Actually, host, 001 feels that... maybe the mission steps are not perfect..."

Isn't this kind of thing obvious?

"So, host, I went to report this to the headquarters. Ahem, this is the response from the headquarters!"

The so-called headquarters can't be more outrageous than System 001! Neji quickened his pace, but the liquid in the cup didn't shake at all.

"The so-called mission steps are perfect universal solutions! Provide the best choices for the hosts!"

Neji underestimated the system. How good could the headquarters of such a system be?

The boy bent his fingers and knocked on the door frame, making a clearly audible muffled sound.

"Master Spot."

The boy had something on his mind and was too lazy to complain about the system.

Along the way, many Uchiha clan members wore armor linings.

At the latest, it would be tonight.

"come in."

It was Uchiha Madara's slightly tired voice.