Naruto: After slagging F4, he was caught

"He is my brother."

Mu Tianyin stopped talking. At this time, Senju Hashirama couldn't help but asked: "Your name is Yaoyao, right? I want to ask you, are we married?"

Mu Tianyin was not impressed with this person and said bluntly, "We are not familiar with each other, please don't ask these questions."

Erbao was a considerate person. Knowing that she didn't want to talk to him, he immediately acted like a spoiled child, hugged her arm and said, "Mom, I want to eat fried chicken legs tonight. Can you make them for me?"

Mu Tianyin frowned and wanted to refuse, but seeing his sparkling eyes, she agreed, "You can only eat two."

"Yeah." Erbao narrowed his eyes happily. His mother was nice today, so maybe he could eat sweet candied sweet potatoes. "Mom, I want to eat candied sweet potatoes too. Can you make some for me too?"

“Okay.” It was just making one more dish, nothing special. It was the first time that Erbao made a request from her, and she would feel a little sorry for not satisfying him.

Then she stood up, said goodbye, and left with Erbao.

It's not that she didn't know etiquette, but she really didn't want to have too many entanglements with these people.

It was getting late, and Mu Tianyin thought they would definitely stay for dinner, so he thoughtfully prepared many dishes.

Some are spicy and stimulating, some are sweet and delicious, some are salty and fragrant, and some are sour and appetizing.

The table full of delicious food exudes an enticing aroma, as if waiting for an unknown fate.

Above the tribe’s land, the sun gradually sets in the west, and the afterglow shines into the house through the windows, adding a different color to the waiting scene.

Madara and the others sat there quietly, their hearts filled with anticipation for the upcoming meeting and anxiety about the unknown.

I don’t know how long it had been, but finally the familiar footsteps that I had been looking forward to were heard outside the door.

Every step seemed to step on everyone's heartstrings, playing a melody full of expectations and unknowns.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense and full of hope. Madara's eyes were fixed on the door, and his heart beat faster and faster.

At this moment, Madara felt mixed emotions, excited about meeting Izuna soon, but also full of emotion about the past.

He knew that every moment of his reunion with Izuna was extremely precious, and the dreams and vows they once shared surged in his heart.

Outside the door, Izuna handed the thing to Senju Hashirama 2, then turned around and looked around to see if this place was similar to the Uchiha clan's territory over there.

Walking in the quiet and peaceful Uchiha clan land, looking at the ancient buildings scattered in an orderly manner, carrying the rich history of the family.

The winding stone road tells the vicissitudes of time.

The tribal land is surrounded by lush trees. When the breeze blows, the leaves rustle, as if humming the sad song of time.

The sunlight shines through the dense branches and leaves, casting fine shadows and forming mottled patterns on the ground.

Those corners that once witnessed the two brothers playing and fighting now seem particularly deserted.

The tribe's flag fluttered slightly in the wind, but it no longer had the excitement and pride of the past.

Izumi stood there quietly, her figure looking particularly lonely and desolate in the mottled light and shadow, "Alas, other places are roughly the same, but without Yinyin's pavilions, towers, bridges and flowing water."

When he turned around and prepared to leave, he inadvertently touched the figure in the distance who was so familiar that he could never forget it, yet so strange that it made him heartbroken - Madara. His body suddenly froze, and he was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

It turned out that Madara saw that Izuna didn't come in, so he came out to look for her. When he saw Izuna, his face was full of excitement, and his eyes were shining with ecstasy of reunion and deep longing.

That scorching gaze seemed to melt Izuna's entire being.

However, Izuna's face seemed to be frozen in the cold winter, expressionless, like a pool of stagnant water without a single ripple.

This is not his elder brother, but just an incompetent coward who believed the lies of Hashirama Senju and brought the Uchiha to live in Konoha Village. In the end, he was ostracized by Tobira, the second oldest brother, and became a waste that led to the tragic death of the entire clan.

For the bright future of the Uchiha clan, Izuna here sacrificed herself without hesitation and gave Madara eyes full of hope and trust.

He had been full of longing, expecting that his elder brother would be able to use these eyes to lead the Uchiha clan to the pinnacle of glory and let the clan members walk with their heads held high in the glory.

But Madara actually chose to make peace with his former enemy, and moved into the so-called Konoha Village with his people.

He felt that Izunai must be extremely angry and extremely disappointed in him.

Because his sacrifice became ridiculous and all his efforts were ruthlessly trampled upon.

"What are you doing here?" Izunai spoke up for herself, her voice icy cold and without a trace of emotion, as if these words were squeezed out from between her teeth.

Madara gazed at him affectionately, his voice trembling and painful: "Izuna, big brother misses you very much." The tone was filled with endless longing and guilt.

But Izunai still had no expression on his face, and his indifferent look seemed as if he was looking at an irrelevant passerby.

"Then leave quickly after you've finished looking." After saying that, he turned around resolutely without any reluctance, and every step seemed to be carried with a heavy determination.

Madara stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to stop Izuna from leaving. His hand trembled slightly in the air, as if he was praying for something.

But he was pushed away fiercely by Izunai, his eyes full of disgust and determination.

"Get away from me!"

Izuna's roar exploded in the air, filled with endless determination and deep disgust.

The roar seemed to break through the clouds and shatter the silent sky.

Madara stared blankly at his hand that was shaken away, his heart broken, his eyes filled with bitterness and confusion.

He didn't understand why the brothers who were once close to each other, sharing life and death and trusting each other, had become so cold and distant now.

He tried to explain, tried to make Izunai understand his difficulties and helplessness, but Izunai was unwilling to listen.

In Izunai's heart, this person is not his brave, ambitious and lofty elder brother, but a cowardly and incompetent Madara.

Of course, he wasn't.

If Madara over there was like this guy, causing the Uchiha clan to lose their past glory and dignity, he would be able to kill people.

That Izuna's sacrifice became a joke.

For Madara, the person in front of him was his younger brother. He kept saying that everything he did was for the people to escape the ravages of war and live a peaceful life.

After saying this, he fully believed that Izunai would understand his choice and support his decision.

But the cruel reality is like a ruthless sword, cutting the friendship between brothers into pieces.