I don't want to dance

The night is deep, and the winter night approaching the New Year, even the main street of the village is already deserted and desolate, only the bright moon in the sky brings some comfort to the cold winter night.

Madara and Hashirama, who were half drunk and half awake, paid the bill and walked out of the tavern. The shop owner was finally relieved to see off these two great gods.

The two big men walked on the street with a somewhat floating pace, chatting with their tongues out, and hiccupping heroically from time to time.

"Blade... what do you think of what I said before... Hiccup! Choose a child from your Uchiha family to worship Togama as a teacher? If everyone in the Uchiha family can get along well with Togama We have even formed a bond, then,? What is there that we can't understand each other... Hiccup! This village will definitely bring us closer together!" Hashirama said vaguely, his face full of tears. A smirk full of longing for the happy scene where everyone is together.

Hearing this, Madara also burst into laughter,? Of course it wasn't Hashirama's happy smirk, but as if he had heard some shocking joke, he slapped Hashirama's back boldly along the way:

"Am I crazy, sending the children of my Uchiha family to Senjubeijian?! I... hiccup, I am the patriarch,? Sending the children of the clan to the laboratory of Senjubeijian for surgery On stage for his research? Then I’m still a patriarch, hiccup!”

Madara is also a little unconscious,? Drunk talking nonsense...in fact, it's not all nonsense,? He doesn't believe that the guy from Senshoubanma is not interested in studying the Sharingan of the Uchiha family.

Hashirama tried his best to ensure: "No,? Togama wants to do this to deepen the bond between children of different backgrounds, and he is very responsible... Hiccup! He will definitely be special to the students Excellent!"

But these words caused Madara to laugh even more wildly... He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be a teacher with a thousand hands and white hair? It's strange to cry.

Just as the two of them were talking and walking forward with belches in their mouths, at the corner of the street, a small figure who was running on the road didn't stop for a moment and bumped into him head-on.

And Madara, who was already drunk and had a little wandering footsteps, had no time to instinctively dodge this harmless "attack", until the little figure fell to the ground because it hit his hard eight-pack abs, He finally sobered up a little bit.

Hashirama at the side reacted, and hurried to help the fallen little boy:

"Are you OK?"

And the child didn't seem to notice the concern and kindness that Hashirama showed him, instead all his attention was subconsciously focused on Madara.

The boy seemed to be only eight or nine years old, but unlike most children of this age who still had baby fat on them, this boy was already sharp and sharp, but he looked rather hostile, especially on the chin That cross-shaped scar made the hostility even stronger.

When the boy's eyes fell on Madara, he was surprised, and soon there was a complex look of resentment and fear.In the next second, before Zhu Jian had time to support him, he got up automatically and ran away without looking back.

"Ah... ah ha ha ha ha, children are bound to be scared when they are alone in the street on such a winter's night, Madara, don't care about these..." Hashirama smiled awkwardly, wanting to ease the slightest feeling at the moment An embarrassing atmosphere, after all, he had encountered this situation when he and Madara were patrolling the streets of the village before. Madara kindly wanted to help the children, but as a result, with just a wave of his gloomy face, he directly put The child was scared away.

And...it has been more than half a year since the village was established, but the eyes of the villagers looking at Madara are still full of fear and estrangement.

This is not possible. Although he has become the first Hokage now, he still hopes that Madara will become the second Hokage in the future, but if he wants to become the leader of this village, he must be recognized by the villagers... Thinking of this, Zhu The room also sighed with some distress.

And Madara turned sideways slightly, and when he tilted his head to look at the leaving figure of the boy, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"...the eyes are not very good."

"Huh?" Due to the effect of alcohol, the brain was still a little dazed and didn't understand the meaning of white spots, so he just replied, "Hey, kid, it's normal for you to run too fast and your eyes can't see the way clearly. La."

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean that kid's eyes. I feel that he won't be a peaceful person when he grows up in the future..." Madara said calmly, but then he also stopped the topic, his brain The energy eroded by alcohol came up again, he shook his head slightly and said, "No, it's nothing. It's alright, Hashirama, let's stop here today, I'm going back."

……

"I am back."

Listening to the obviously drunken voice, Mingyin knew that this person must have had a rivalry with Zhujian at the wine table tonight.Not only fighting, but even fighting for wine is more hearty.

And Madara originally walked on the street with barely steady steps, but when he got home, he relaxed and staggered in an instant.In the end, he let go of himself directly, and fell down on the tatami like a puddle of mud.

Mingyin hurried forward to support him, but he fell down on the tatami mat together with him.

It's so heavy...Sitting in the office every day after the establishment of the village, this person must have gained a lot of weight...Mingyin couldn't help but gasp at the sudden weight that fell on her body.

Madara was ignorant, too drunk to open her eyes.With her eyes closed, she turned her body a few times, found a more comfortable position on Mingyin's lap, and just lay down to rest.

As soon as he rested, he felt that the person he was sleeping on seemed to get up and leave, so he couldn't help muttering in a muffled voice:

"do not move……"

Looking at the man who acted like a child, Mingyin sighed, but gently caressed his cheek with his hand, stroking his cheek skillfully like a cat:

"I'll go and close the door. The wind from the yard is blowing in. You'll be cold when you fall asleep."

"No need..." Madara still closed her eyes, said half-drunk and half-awake, "This is quite comfortable."

Maybe it's because the cold wind blowing in calms his brain, which is swollen and aching from drinking too much, and maybe it's because the strength of the hand stroking his cheek at this moment is just right for him to feel comfortable, in short... this feeling, he thinks it's not bad.

Having a good drink with friends and then returning to a place where you can feel at ease is much better than the old days of fighting and killing.

The mid-winter night wind blowing in outside the door seemed to be a bit cooler, and there was a bit of moist water vapor in the wind.

Mingyin looked up at the yard outside, slightly startled.And even though Madara was already drunk, the ninja's instinct made him aware of the changes outside:

"Is it snowing?"

"Yeah..." Outside the house, snowflakes began to fly in the night, and from time to time, a few flakes drifted into the room with the wind. Mingyin watched a few snowflakes fall on her fingertips caressing her cheeks, "It's the first snow this year... the weather will probably get colder and colder. However, after all the snow has fallen and melted, spring will come."

In the past, she didn't have much feeling about the four seasons of the year, after all, the reincarnation of the four seasons was just an endless cycle of reincarnation to her.But now, she feels that she is looking forward to spring even more... that represents the beginning of a new reincarnation, everything can be new, and everything has infinite possibilities.

"Spring, it's not far away..."

There is also expectation in Madara's words, but it is mixed with sadness:

"When spring comes, Quanna has been away for a year. A Yin, you know, in fact, until now, I have not been able to fully accept the fact that Quanna has left. Now I am living this calm In those days, I even felt a sense of guilt. It was only a short year since Quanna left, but the world has changed. I don’t have to go to the battlefield anymore, and I don’t have to worry about my family being attacked all the time. I can do the paperwork quietly in the room... It's only a little bit, and Quanna can get these. Sometimes, I even feel that my eyes are swollen, and I'm thinking, will that be It will be Quannai's resentment in Huangquan, the kaleidoscope that will never be blind, a peaceful life... He gave me all of these, but he himself has nothing. All I have now are sacrifices to him I just got..."

He never told anyone about the fear and fragility deep in his heart, not even in front of Hashirama.Because Uchiha Madara in the eyes of the world must be strong and invincible, and his pride does not allow him to peel off his cowardly side for the world to see.

"If you think this way, Quan Nai will probably be full of resentment and restless in Huangquan..." Mingyin tightly hugged the powerful but extremely fragile man who was pillowing on her lap, if it wasn't for Tonight's drunkenness, he was afraid that he would not say these words in front of her, and he always buried the weight in his heart, "Quanna gave you his eyes, didn't he just hope that you could use these eyes to replace him? Look at the future of this world, now this future is that everyone lives peacefully in the village, instead of the scene of wars and corpses in the past... So, Quanna sees these things through your eyes, maybe he himself I will regret it, but I will definitely be happy for you... You are his favorite brother. Besides, didn't we agree that we don't want to think about the past anymore, and we can only look forward... "

While saying this, Mingyin also tried hard not to tremble in her body.

There is a hesitant and fragile side in Madara's heart, but in fact, why is she not.She also felt uneasy in her heart, but she felt that as long as she was with him, no matter what happened in the future, she could always face it and move on.

He gave her the courage and strength to stay here firmly, but the things in this world cannot be solved simply by faith.To be honest, in the past half a year since the village was built, she was full of hope for the village but at the same time felt uneasy about the situation of the Uchiha family in the village.The Uchiha family has not been able to really integrate into this village so far. It is hard to say whether the Senju Ichi faction with blood feuds has really let go of their hatred for Uchiha. Even ordinary villagers respect the name "Uchiha" at a distance.Now that Madara is in charge, no one dares to do anything to the Uchiha clan, but what if Madara leaves one day?Even, Madara's own situation in the village...

She didn't know if these thoughts of hers were unfounded worries, but she just cared too much about him, worried about the slightest possible situation that might be unfavorable to him, and prepared for the worst in advance.

That's why she asked Senshou Feijian to help...to study the mysterious time and space energy contained in the ancient well in the Uchiha family cemetery.

The last card she keeps for Madara is, if this world really can't accommodate him, or if he doesn't want to live here anymore, or...he is in mortal danger here, then she will take him Go back to modern times and let all this in the ninja world become a thing of the past.

"That's right, we've made an agreement... After the village is stable and worry-free, and Setsuna and Mirror are all on their own, in the future we will leave the village to see the world, we will go wherever we go, until the day when we say goodbye, and then You just bury me there..."

Feeling the warmth of being surrounded by him, Madara seemed to have finally calmed down. When he mentioned the night before the alliance ceremony, his vision and promise for the future of the two, the corners of his mouth also raised a slight arc.

After hearing his words and seeing the slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Mingyin was also relieved and laughed together.

Yes, what is she thinking, why is she so pessimistic, there are still decades of future between her and him.She and him will have a good time, and will not use her modern time and space as a refuge to escape from reality... Looking forward, it will definitely be fine.

"Madara, the snow is getting bigger and bigger... I don't know what the snow scene in the Snow Country will be like?"

"Let's go to Snow Country together in the future, wouldn't it be good?"

……

The next day—

The consequence of a hangover is that after waking up the next day, the head is spinning and the stomach is still nauseous, even if it is as strong as Uchiha Madara.After all, he has never been a drinker, and suddenly he drank so much alcohol, his body couldn't adapt and couldn't bear it for a while.

However, when he thought that he still had one more bottle of wine last night than Hashirama, this kind of pride of "beating a strong enemy" still revived his tired spirit after a hangover.

Akane, who supervised him honestly pouring the hangover soup, couldn't help but sighed seeing his beaming face. She felt that if Madara saw Hashirama's sober state now, it would be more uncomfortable than him. I am so proud that I can immediately resurrect on the spot with full blood and continue to go day by day.

After explaining that Madara should not force herself today and just stay in the clan's study and rest while processing paperwork, Akane also went out to the streets to buy new year's goods.

During the day, the streets were quite lively. In front of many shops, the shop owners were also busy shoveling snow, chatting with the shops next door from time to time.

Looking at this scene, Mingyin couldn't help but think of this world ten years ago in the Warring States Period, when Chinese New Year could only be bought in nearby small towns, and there were only a few shops to choose from... The times have really changed Ah, everything is being built up from scratch, and one day, this business district will probably become like the modern world she lives in.

As she walked, Mingyin stopped slowly.

From just now, she felt that someone was staring at her and following her all the way, but now it seems... It's not an illusion.

The man was already walking towards her.

Mingyin turned around and looked at the person who was walking towards her from not far away... It was a woman who looked like a young woman, and she felt vaguely familiar with both her appearance and her smell.

Is it someone you've met before?

After the woman stood still in front of her, she smiled softly, but her expression was a little complicated:

"I haven't seen you for many years, and I didn't expect to meet you again one day. But, I don't know how to address you. Should it be Mrs. Uchiha, or... Mrs. Sato?"

Mingyin was stunned for a moment, what does "Mrs. Sato" mean?It's just that after quickly recalling "Sato" as a key word in his mind... his expression suddenly cracked.

This is, really, a title I haven't used for a long, long time...

"You, are you..."

……

Uchiha clan land, study room——

Madara was wearing a simple yukata with a haori draped over it, resting her chin with one hand, and annotating on the document with a pen in the other hand.

The hangover has not completely passed, and his face still looks a little tired and pale.

The snow that had been falling all night had already stopped, and there was only the occasional rustling sound of snow falling from the porch eaves outside the house.The charcoal fire in the room is also very strong, the house is warm and quiet, and the snow is clear outside the house, which is a rare quiet scene.

The pen in hand slowly stopped, and Madara looked away from the document and looked outside the door:

"Mirror? Come in."

I've noticed that kid approaching a long time ago, but I've been hesitating outside the house and not coming in... Usually, in this kind of situation, there must be some trouble, tsk.

After hearing Madara's voice, Kagami pushed open the sliding door of the study and walked in, knelt and sat down in front of Madara's desk in an orderly manner, besides the usual sweet smile on his face, there seemed to be a few smiles on his face today. Very careful to please.

Looking at Mirror's appearance, Madara knew at a glance that this kid was begging him for something, and there was a high probability that it would not be a "good thing".Too lazy to go around in circles with children, he simply cut to the chase and said:

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Jing rarely got nervous for a moment, took a deep breath, and said seriously:

"I heard recently that the Senshou Clan's senior Toikama wants to choose a few students from different families to learn from him... Uncle Madara, can you recommend me to him?"

Hearing this, Madara's first reaction was that the child was not awake and talking nonsense, but looking at the seriousness of the mirror, it really didn't seem like he was telling some cold joke.Madara's brows were tightly clamped, and his anger surged up for a while:

"Uchiha mirror, do you know what you are talking about?! If you want to learn some ninjutsu, I can teach you personally. What can he teach you? Can he teach you fire escape, or can he teach you? Teach you how to use Sharingan? Maybe in the future when your Sharingan opens, he can directly press you onto the operating table and treat you as a research subject!"

Kagami, who had never shown any affection for the Senju family in the past, shook his head, and met Madara's staring eyes straight at him:

"I believe that he won't. Since I have decided to let him be my teacher, then I should trust him, and I also trust my own choice. Of course, whether I can trust him as much as I trust Uncle Ban , he has to impress me with practical actions."

Hearing that Kagami compared herself to the guy from Senshoubeijian, Madara was so angry that Dang even stood up abruptly, almost wanting to open Shuroundan to see if Kagami was under the illusion or was killed by Senshoubeijian. What ecstasy soup was poured:

"Mirror! Have you forgotten, Quan..."

Just when the words were about to be spoken impulsively, Madara stopped in time... It was agreed not to look back on the past, and the grievances of the past would not be carried on to the next generation of children, and let them live in a world without hatred. Growing up happily in the environment...

Just when Madara took a deep breath to calm himself down, after "eavesdropping" outside the door for a while, Mo finally couldn't help it, and broke in without saying hello:

"Brother Jing, you want to ambush that bastard Qianshou and find a chance to kill him, right?"

But Mirror shook his head again:

"Do not……"

The author has something to say:

At the beginning of this chapter, the little boy who accidentally ran into Madara... yes, a hot guy.