[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

white bellflower

Even though Senju Zhuma tried his best to stay, Uchiha Madara decided to leave Konoha.

On the night he quietly left, Hashirama caught up with him in the Valley of the End.

"Madara, tell me your plan, after leaving Konoha, where do you want to go?"

Madara didn't answer right away, his face was covered by the night, making it difficult for Hashirama to see clearly.

After a long time, he raised his head, as if he was looking at the moon in the clouds.

"It doesn't matter where the destination is..."

"...I don't know if you are still persistent, but, Madara, the eyes of the moon are definitely not the right way." Hashirama unconsciously persuaded him to stay again, "Stay here! Even if the current path doesn't work, as long as Let's find together-"

"Hashirama, what exactly is correct?"

Madara asked.

"Based on what you and I have seen... No, even the entire Konoha, the scenery seen is only one trillionth of the world-as for whether the Moon's Eye is the only final answer to it, This is something I don't know yet."

Madara turned around and walked deeper into the night.

"In the future, I will use my own way to get the answers I need."

"spot!"

Hashirama took a step forward and couldn't help shouting.

"So! How long are you going to be away!"

"..."

Madara turned his head, just at this moment, the moon jumped out of the cover of the clouds and mists, and the clear light fell on his shoulders, and Zhu Jian could clearly see his bright eyes and a very faint smile.

"Who knows."

He said.

"Hashirama, don't be careless in the future."

Spot, it's still that spot.

Senshou Zhuma thought so.

No...he is, gradually becoming the original him.

The Uchiha Madara who stands in front of the whole world for his dreams and has the most unruly and fearless soul.

Then, Senshou Bashima suddenly understood that the destination and return date were indeed the most trivial issues for Madara.

"I understand...it may be presumptuous to say so, but until now, I still don't think we have diverged." Hashirama said, "Madara, when you get the answer you are looking for... I will arrive too , I thought of the ideal place to arrive.”

Madara probably laughed.

"Then try it out."

How many years have passed since then.

Madara has been traveling alone.

He can spend a long time traveling through the deserted and uninhabited land, but he doesn't shy away from places where crowds gather, but no matter how noisy the place is, he is always out of tune with the hustle and bustle.

This may be because he is so lonely.

When this loneliness reaches its extreme, it almost becomes a kind of freedom.

He walks in the world, but he is not fettered by the world. He has no intention of being noticed, but he never hides his name.

He is a knife without a scabbard, and whether or not he shows his unrivaled sharpness, it is just whimsical.

Even so, Uchiha Madara is still a seeker, and what he explores and seeks is still related to this world.

——What kind of ending should this world go to?

He has been thinking about this.

Madara has gone through many things and people. During this journey, he also gradually discovered that happiness is always precarious for a moment, and may disappear like morning dew at any time. The true perfection is almost nowhere to be found. Even if it exists, it is often Also only hidden in the gap at the end of life.

The fact that sadness and regret are always the most common experiences of living people seems to validate Madara's point...but at the same time, what Chung said to him has never been proven wrong.

No matter how sad, time will continue to move on, and so will people.

However, there are people who are unwilling to be pushed and shoved by the years, and finally have to forget important memories.

So, Cheng, have you seen it too?

Sometimes, Madara would think so.

You have also seen their reluctance, but they still persist. Is it the best result to leap forward to tomorrow?

While time seems to play a cruel role in the story, in Madara's case it fails to take away any memory of her from him.

Recently, he started thinking of her more and more frequently.

I can’t find a pattern when I think about her, and I can’t say there is any special trigger point... It may be the rain before and after the Waking of Insects, the flowers withering in the frosty moon, or even just the quiet midnight, or the The first rays of the too early dawn.

Why would she hide among these things?It's not like Madara hasn't been puzzled by it.

Is it because she always spends every moment she is alive more attentively than others?Or is it because the longing itself cannot be deduced by common sense?

Now, Madara gradually discovered the answer.

He will think of her when the warm wind blows by his ears and the thin snow falls quietly...

Just because, at these times, he longed for her to be there.

She will gather up her long hair blown by the wind, and she will lightly brush off the snowflakes on her shoulders.

She would smile, turn to him and say:

"It's that time again, Madara."

That's right.

Then, Madara discovered that what he was looking for in the world was not just an ending...he was still looking for a place where she might exist.

She is not afraid to go anywhere, so he will not stay in the same place for too long.

But why is he still so, so lonely.

Probably because Uchiha Bambi understands better than anyone else that there is nowhere in this world without her.

But if there is any trace of her... it can only be in these eyes.

She bestows Madara's eyes.

Through her eyes, Madara has seen rain and flowers, wind and snow, and the joys and sorrows of the world intertwined.

Only she can't be seen.

Then one day, Madara saw a bird flying towards him with a bamboo tube in its mouth.

Because of wandering, it is always difficult for letters to reach Madara. This time, it may be because Madara happened to be not far from Konoha.

It seems that he has gone through many routes, whether it is a bird or a bamboo pipe, there are traces of long-distance travel, but he took out the paper, and the handwriting belonging to Quan Nai is still very clear.

Madara finished reading the unbelievable short sentence, and raised the corners of her mouth almost invisibly.

Quanna is already the second generation.

The words from Konoha did not only mention this matter.

"...that day is coming too."

Then, wait a little longer.

Madara put away the note, thinking about it.

Wait until the world changes a few times, wait until no one in the world really remembers her anymore.

If at that time, he is still looking for her in Jiguang Katayu...

Madara did not write back.

but.

He delivered something to the little courier.

"Take it back there for me...."

Suzuran

Hashirama's abdication was much earlier than expected, but for Quanna, the succession did not make him feel flustered and cramped. On the contrary, he had a feeling that he had finally reached a certain destination.

But this is not the end.

When receiving the Hokage robe, Quanna couldn't help thinking.

The future that Cheng hopes he will develop is only just beginning.

Quanna did a good job as a deputy, and when he became the leader, this evaluation has not faded in the slightest.

Of course, the help from Hashirama cannot be ignored, but more, it is probably Quanna's ability and personal charm that played a role. He not only appeased Uchiha, who was fluctuating because of Cheng's death and Madara's departure, but after he succeeded , even Senshou accepted and recognized him without doubt, and obeyed his command.

This makes the hostile forces that attempt to provoke the relationship between the two clans and make Konoha fall apart in the long run helpless.

In fact, Quanna who did this was not out of a purely selfless standpoint.

After Cheng passed away, although Madara wished so much, Quanna refused to accept her eyes.

"I know that child, if it's me... I also hope that the person who accepts my eyes is you, brother."

So he let his beloved brother pursue his own freedom.

So he stayed for the girl he loved deeply and continued to fulfill her dream.

Quanna doesn't actually consider herself a martyr.

He's just... like everyone who has something they love, they can give something else to it.

Quan Nai would come here every anniversary of her death.

In the first few times, he was so sad and missing that he could hardly speak, but in recent years, he has been able to calmly tell her tombstone.

Although it was just dawn, when he came that day, there were already visitors there.

"Are you... the mirror?"

The curly-haired child had grown up, and when he looked back, there was something in his brows and eyes that can only be brought to people by growth, that is, perseverance.

Now that he has become Tomona's disciple, he is already an outstanding ninja.

"Master Quanna."

Quan Nai nodded to him and walked to the tombstone with her name engraved on it.Jing looked away, squatted down, and put down the bouquet in his arms.

This is the first bouquet of flowers today.

She is indeed loved by many people. On this day, the flowers brought by people who come and go to worship will always surround her name. At that time, even the stone tablet seems to be no longer as cold as usual.

But one thing that may be surprising is that Quanna has not brought flowers on this day since a certain year.

"It's been so long."

Quan Nai heard Mirror's voice softly.

"Because of the relationship that was still very young at the time, I hardly remember what it was like to be Uchiha before Konoha was established... But, the words she said to me, the smile she showed--the gentle touch of her hand, I But I haven't forgotten it at all."

he said gloomily.

"Before I could understand her thoughts, I told her that I wanted to protect her...the result was that I was protected by her time and time again when I didn't know it."

"If she sees you today, she will be very happy."

Quanna said calmly.

"But Senna-sama, her sacrifice, what she has done for us, will it be sealed in history forever?"

Mirror looked up sharply.

"Obviously... until the last moment, she was also protecting other people—"

It turned out that he already knew these things.

According to Cheng's wishes, those that have not been made public.

It's not that she doesn't care about the traces of her own existence—rather, on the contrary, Cheng always hopes that those encounters that happened will not fade with time...

But she also doesn't want to be remembered in a sad way.

Quan Nai lowered her gaze, and Jing followed his line of sight, and found that what he was looking at was a cluster of lilies of the valley in front of the tomb.

It's not yet the lily of the valley's flowering period, and the scapes can barely be pulled out among the unfolded leaves.

"Even if people don't know what she died for..."

He said.

"At least, they will remember what she lived for."

Jing seemed to be shocked by Quan Nai's words for a moment, he opened his eyes wide, and the lily of the valley leaves that caught his eyes were still gentle and peaceful, swaying gently with the breeze.

"...I've been trying to understand her, her grief and her pain."

Mirror said, his eyes gradually softened.

"But, sure enough, I still like the way she smiles the most."

"Goodbye, Senna-sama."

"Also, thank you."

After Jing left, Quan Nai half-kneeled in front of the tomb, and lightly touched the leaves of the lily of the valley with her fingertips.

"Cheng, am I being too slack, and I was preempted by others..."

He said in a gentle tone.

"It won't be long before this place will be filled with flowers again... It's a pity that this year's lily of the valley didn't bloom on this day either."

"Although I complain like this, before I plant it, I just hope that it can be with you in the days other than today... when there are no flowers to accompany you."

Senna's voice gradually dropped.

"Cheng, it's been so long...I'll still miss you, very much."

"But, before I knew it, I became able to draw strength from thinking about you."

"That's what you're really looking forward to, isn't it?"

In the end, Quanna said with sadness but not without tenderness.

"Hokage's work is busier than I imagined—so, let's say goodbye first, Cheng, next time I come here..."

"It should be time for the flowers to bloom."

Hibiscus

Senshou Feima is a rather restrained and self-controlled person, and has always been.

Always rational and efficient, yet undeniably powerful.

That's how he was, for a certain period of time, almost made Hashirama feel cold and inhuman.

"Let's put down work and do what you want to do, Tokaima."

His brother said nothing of advice, but gave him a long vacation.

Tokaima couldn't stand doing nothing, so he began to think about what the so-called "things he wanted to do" were.

It didn't go well.

He found that he had become accustomed to indulging in "things that must be done", and when he searched for his original desire, there was nothing left.

Qian Shou Fei Jian clearly had such a strong desire... even though it completely collapsed and shattered after her departure.

Thinking about it carefully, this might be the reason.

In short, during this period of vacation, Tomagama devoted himself to the research and development of new ninjutsu.

The art of reincarnation of dirty soil.

Knowing that he wasted his time in this way, Hashirama quickly doubted his original decision, but he really couldn't say anything about regretting it.

"Tokyo, I don't like this kind of ninjutsu that disturbs the dead..." He could only persuade, "Why don't you do something else, such as go drink some wine or gamble or something?"

"I'm not interested."

Tomama replied coldly.

Senshou Zhuma looked at him and suddenly remembered that several years ago, he also walked side by side with a girl in the afternoon sun.

The current Tobima is still standing in front of him, it's just that girl...

The art of reincarnation.

Hashirama suddenly realized the possible connection.

Instinctively he thought it was a wrong way.

"Tima." Hashirama's expression became serious, "Maybe I guessed wrong, but you should understand that the person who passed away is the person who passed away—"

"I know."

Feijian replied.

"I know it all too well."

Reincarnation will not bring the dead back to life.

——When he said such words rationally, Tobuma himself was convinced for a while that he really thought so.

However, people do not always obey the voice of reason.

Tobima finally ushered in a night when everything was ready. He only needed to go through the final stage of performing the spell, and he could complete the dirty soil reincarnation that he had prepared for temporarily calling back her soul.

He clearly knew it deeply.

Reincarnation of the Unholy Earth cannot bring the dead back to life.

The awakened dead just landed in the clay sculpture body without heartbeat and temperature, and the various fetters that were disconnected with their death could not be connected again.

But he just wanted to see her.

Even if only once.

What would he say to her if he met her again?

He recalled a dream he had been repeating all along.

In his dreams, he would always ask her——

Cheng, do you hate me?

In the dream, she didn't give him an answer.

If the reincarnation of the dirt is successful, he must be able to get the real answer from her...

When Tomona's train of thought reached this node, the half-executed ninjutsu came to an abrupt end.

On that day, between the doors, I stayed alone until dawn.

From then on, the dirty soil reincarnated into the most untouchable one among the many forbidden techniques sealed in the door.

On the evening of the day when the task was completed, he returned to Konoha's gate and met Uchiha mirror.

The child was coming out of the flower shop, holding a bouquet of elegant flowers with new dew.

Tomorrow is that day.

Therefore, Tobima knew who this flower was for.

Although it is a master-student relationship, they are not the type used to showing their feelings, so the two of them should have passed by after signaling to each other.

However, today's mirror said to him.

"Teacher, Cheng doesn't hate flowers, does she?"

"...It was her words."

Said between the doors.

"Probably like it."

"So……"

Jing nodded, took one from the bouquet, and handed it to Feijian.

He didn't go on, but Tobima understood what he meant.

There was silence between the doors for a while, and then took the flower.

It was a white hibiscus.

... The mirror should know about it.

I never went to worship her.

Thinking about it.

After all, the one who killed her... As early as that moment, he lost the qualification to mourn her in front of the tombstone.

But why, Fei Jian still put away the hibiscus and soaked it in clear water.

He originally thought that on this night, he was about to fall into that dream that he had had countless times.But when he woke up in the middle of the night, he realized that he hadn't dreamed of anything.

Nothing at all.

This dream related to her once made Feijian feel painful, but when she realized that even it was about to fade away, Feijian suddenly became panicked.

"finally……"

Even such a connection cannot be grasped tightly.

Then let me see you.

Tobima went to the basement locked up by him, and the materials for the reincarnation of the filthy soil were still intact. After the ninjutsu was activated, the smoke and dust rose, and his heart beat violently——

"yes……"

Whispered between the doors.

"Sure enough, it failed..."

Her soul was not in this world, nor with Death, so she did not answer his call.

For no reason, Tobuma seemed to have a vague premonition of such a result.

"Cheng, did you go to a place I don't know, and continue to exist in a way I can't understand?"

This is probably a very sad, but happy thing.

No one could answer the question Tokaima wanted to ask him anymore.

but……

Maybe he already knew her answer.

It's impossible for that girl to hate anyone.

It was the deepest night at this moment, and the surroundings were silent.

This is the first time Toikama stood in front of the stone tablet engraved with her name.

"Cheng, I seem to have heard such a saying."

he said softly.

"Tombstones are for those who are still alive."

"The so-called bondage is just the shackles I put on myself because I don't want to leave... The same is true for the unanswered questions, but I have been evading the answers."

"If you do this, will you be able to make everything never come to an end?"

"I guess so."

He raised his hand, as if he wanted to put the hibiscus flower in front of the tomb, but the door stopped, and he lowered his head, sparks ignited from the edge of the petals, and soon became a bright flame, and the door quietly Watching the white flowers being swallowed up little by little, and then even the embers blowing away with the wind.

"But anyway, that's not a good question."

He said.

"Cheng, we should have exchanged names earlier. At that time, I might have found it difficult, but my feelings for you will not change in the slightest."

"If we'd known each other since then, wouldn't it have ended differently?"

"The next time you come to my dream, please answer me, Cheng."

Knot

The setting sun slanted to the west, and the orange-red afterglow slowly moved from the front of the stone tablet surrounded by flowers to the back, and it would not be long before it completely fell to the other side of the mountain.

Just when the last ray of light was about to come to an end, a bird flew towards the setting sun with its back turned. Looking from a distance, it made people feel that it came from the center of the warm halo.

It holds a white eustoma in its mouth, but even if it comes in wind and rain, the delicate flower has already withered.

The bird landed in front of the stele, and then it spread its wings and flew away.

Only withered white platycodon flowers were left, lying peacefully in front of the tomb.