Chapter 2 Uchiha Madara
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Zhong Er Shi Bing Wo Bu Zhi
For the first time since he started going to the battlefield, Uchiha Ling felt that the days of recuperating from his injuries were so difficult.
Eating, changing dressing, dressing...
Things that could have been easily accomplished are now still difficult to achieve by oneself after all kinds of mistakes and omissions, and the injuries to the body may even be further aggravated due to some mistakes and omissions.
Just losing his vision, the world seemed to have abandoned him, showing its malice to him without hesitation.
Ling slowly pushed himself up and leaned against the wall, constantly thinking about what happened that day, and the negative emotions and self-doubt in his heart kept rising.
[Although I told my father that I would cheer up again, can I really cheer up again? 】
[Not to mention fighting, after losing my eyes, just living a normal life is a difficult challenge for me...]
[And an Uchiha who has lost his Sharingan... can he really be considered an Uchiha? 】
But despite the chaos of thoughts, the moment he heard the paper door sliding, all the unwillingness and resentment on Ling's face faded away, leaving only a gentle smile, "At this time...is it Madara?"
And after he finished speaking, a childish voice pretending to be calm also sounded, "Yes, it's me. Is my brother's health feeling better?"
Listening to the footsteps approaching him, Ling laughed, "Of course, my brother is recovering very well. He doesn't feel much pain anymore. He will be able to move normally in a few days."
Ban knelt down next to Ling with the medicine box in hand, "Father came to talk to me yesterday and said that he wanted me to participate in the selection of the new heir..."
"Really? That's great. I believe Madara can do his best."
"But don't you think that the elders are going too far?" Madara pursed his lips, "They didn't even have time to wait for my brother to recover from his injuries, so they wanted to deprive him of his position as heir..."
Ling was stunned and stretched out his hand in the direction of the sound. Soon he could feel his brother grabbing his hand. He held his brother's hand back and lowered his voice, "Madara, some things can't just be done. Look at the surface.”
Madara became angry when he heard this, "Then we should at least wait until my brother recovers from his injuries and can participate in the meeting before making a decision? Like now, he doesn't even let his brother participate in it, and he arbitrarily deprives him of all his original rights. Full rights are too much! Not to mention they are spreading rumors within the clan!
Now everyone in the clan is talking about my brother, saying that you gave up your mission and barely escaped from the Senju clan. You were removed from the position of heir because of your bad morals. They also said that your eyes were gouged out by the clan as punishment for this!But this is not the case at all! "
Feeling the force feedback from his palm, Ling smiled helplessly, "That's not the case, Madara, the great elder has already told me about this matter, and that is the result of our discussion. It can even be said to be my own." The decision...has complex components."
"What's so complicated? Isn't this just distorting the facts?! My brother obviously completed the mission very well and successfully destroyed the Senju's supply line to gain an advantage in this battle. Now the clan is completely talking about my brother. It’s just slander!”
Although Ling felt warmed by Madara's action of fighting for him, he still softened his tone and explained to him, "My actions this time, although it gave our clan an advantage, it also undoubtedly angered the Senju clan.
Comparing the two, the emotions of the two tribes will inevitably change. Our tribe undoubtedly wants to pursue the victory, but the Thousand Hands tribe will not show weakness. When the conflict breaks out, more tribesmen will die.
But if the nature of this matter is changed and the concealed side is spread, the clan will focus on my mistakes and be more vigilant about the actions of the Senju clan. After the period when the Senju are most angry has passed, Their momentum will decline, and we will be able to win at the lowest cost.
Afterwards, by announcing the truth when the war is over, I can clear my grievances and improve my reputation at the same time. All I need is to endure the rumors for a while, which is already a very good result. "
Looking at the gentle smile on Ling's face, Madara felt that he had nowhere to vent his anger, "But isn't my brother not angry at all when he was slandered by them?!"
"The most important thing as an heir is to take the overall situation into consideration as much as possible... You must learn to think about these things in the future."
Madara wanted to retort, but when he saw the gentle smile on the corner of his brother's lips, he suddenly stopped his voice, pursed his lips and lowered his head, "But I'm not as good as my brother at all. At my age, my brother has already opened the Sharingan." Entering the battlefield, but I haven't obtained the Sharingan yet...
If it weren't for those damn Senju, my brother should be the most talented person in the clan, and he should have a bright future!When I go to the battlefield, I will never let go of those hateful Thousand Hands! ! "
Ling felt increasingly helpless, "Madara, maybe you don't believe it. Although the Uchiha and the Senju are our old enemies, and I won't show any mercy when facing the Senju, I don't hate the Senju clan myself. Faced with the current situation, In this situation, the only thing I hate is my own lack of strength."
"What about Brother Shun and his mother? They were also killed by the Senju clan! Brother, how can you not hate the Senju?!"
"Then what I hate are only the few people who attacked my relatives, not the Thousand Hands Clan as a whole, because it is not each other that forces us to be hostile, but the so-called current situation of the nobles and the time when we settled in the Fire. The country has to take the initiative to make enemies in order to gain a foothold."
Ling Wei smiled, raised her hand and groped upwards, and finally touched her brother's soft hair, and rubbed it gently, "Besides, my eyes are destined to never recover. Do you think, if the future patriarch can't even write a scroll? Reading, wouldn't he be easily deceived?
How could such a clan leader convince the clansmen?Therefore, for the sake of the stability of the clan, it is necessary to inform the clan members of this matter in advance, and a new heir must be selected in time. Now it is just a slight advance of what should be implemented. "
"But--"
"What?" Ling took back his hand, still with a gentle smile on his lips, "Does Madara think that just losing his eyes will have any impact on my brother? For me, this is just the beginning of a practice that will never end. , Brother will adapt to it soon."
Madara's attitude finally began to soften, "...is what brother said true?"
"Well, of course, my brother hasn't lied to you, has he?" Ling laughed, "So Ban, can you please be patient for a while and give me some time? My brother promises you that he will regain his strength soon and let those Everyone calmed down."
Madara pursed his lips and nodded reluctantly, "...Yeah."
"Be good~" Ling couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his brother's hair again, "How about I take you to eat tofu sushi after my brother recovers?"
Madara puffed up his face, but did not move away, letting Ling ruffle his hair, "Really! Brother! I am no longer a child!"
"Yes, yes, yes~" Ling smiled and retracted his hand, "Our Zebra will be a qualified heir, and I have to pay attention to propriety - although our future young patriarch is only seven years old now~ "
"Brother!" Ban was furious again, "Really, you are pestering me to say this, and I have forgotten that I am here to help you change your dressing! Now, stop laughing! Get down!"
"Hahaha——" Ling laughed loudly, but took a breath because the wound was affected, but still did not forget to tease his brother, "As expected~ Madara's character is very cute——"
"Big Brother!!"
Eating, changing dressing, dressing...
Things that could have been easily accomplished are now still difficult to achieve by oneself after all kinds of mistakes and omissions, and the injuries to the body may even be further aggravated due to some mistakes and omissions.
Just losing his vision, the world seemed to have abandoned him, showing its malice to him without hesitation.
Ling slowly pushed himself up and leaned against the wall, constantly thinking about what happened that day, and the negative emotions and self-doubt in his heart kept rising.
[Although I told my father that I would cheer up again, can I really cheer up again? 】
[Not to mention fighting, after losing my eyes, just living a normal life is a difficult challenge for me...]
[And an Uchiha who has lost his Sharingan... can he really be considered an Uchiha? 】
But despite the chaos of thoughts, the moment he heard the paper door sliding, all the unwillingness and resentment on Ling's face faded away, leaving only a gentle smile, "At this time...is it Madara?"
And after he finished speaking, a childish voice pretending to be calm also sounded, "Yes, it's me. Is my brother's health feeling better?"
Listening to the footsteps approaching him, Ling laughed, "Of course, my brother is recovering very well. He doesn't feel much pain anymore. He will be able to move normally in a few days."
Ban knelt down next to Ling with the medicine box in hand, "Father came to talk to me yesterday and said that he wanted me to participate in the selection of the new heir..."
"Really? That's great. I believe Madara can do his best."
"But don't you think that the elders are going too far?" Madara pursed his lips, "They didn't even have time to wait for my brother to recover from his injuries, so they wanted to deprive him of his position as heir..."
Ling was stunned and stretched out his hand in the direction of the sound. Soon he could feel his brother grabbing his hand. He held his brother's hand back and lowered his voice, "Madara, some things can't just be done. Look at the surface.”
Madara became angry when he heard this, "Then we should at least wait until my brother recovers from his injuries and can participate in the meeting before making a decision? Like now, he doesn't even let his brother participate in it, and he arbitrarily deprives him of all his original rights. Full rights are too much! Not to mention they are spreading rumors within the clan!
Now everyone in the clan is talking about my brother, saying that you gave up your mission and barely escaped from the Senju clan. You were removed from the position of heir because of your bad morals. They also said that your eyes were gouged out by the clan as punishment for this!But this is not the case at all! "
Feeling the force feedback from his palm, Ling smiled helplessly, "That's not the case, Madara, the great elder has already told me about this matter, and that is the result of our discussion. It can even be said to be my own." The decision...has complex components."
"What's so complicated? Isn't this just distorting the facts?! My brother obviously completed the mission very well and successfully destroyed the Senju's supply line to gain an advantage in this battle. Now the clan is completely talking about my brother. It’s just slander!”
Although Ling felt warmed by Madara's action of fighting for him, he still softened his tone and explained to him, "My actions this time, although it gave our clan an advantage, it also undoubtedly angered the Senju clan.
Comparing the two, the emotions of the two tribes will inevitably change. Our tribe undoubtedly wants to pursue the victory, but the Thousand Hands tribe will not show weakness. When the conflict breaks out, more tribesmen will die.
But if the nature of this matter is changed and the concealed side is spread, the clan will focus on my mistakes and be more vigilant about the actions of the Senju clan. After the period when the Senju are most angry has passed, Their momentum will decline, and we will be able to win at the lowest cost.
Afterwards, by announcing the truth when the war is over, I can clear my grievances and improve my reputation at the same time. All I need is to endure the rumors for a while, which is already a very good result. "
Looking at the gentle smile on Ling's face, Madara felt that he had nowhere to vent his anger, "But isn't my brother not angry at all when he was slandered by them?!"
"The most important thing as an heir is to take the overall situation into consideration as much as possible... You must learn to think about these things in the future."
Madara wanted to retort, but when he saw the gentle smile on the corner of his brother's lips, he suddenly stopped his voice, pursed his lips and lowered his head, "But I'm not as good as my brother at all. At my age, my brother has already opened the Sharingan." Entering the battlefield, but I haven't obtained the Sharingan yet...
If it weren't for those damn Senju, my brother should be the most talented person in the clan, and he should have a bright future!When I go to the battlefield, I will never let go of those hateful Thousand Hands! ! "
Ling felt increasingly helpless, "Madara, maybe you don't believe it. Although the Uchiha and the Senju are our old enemies, and I won't show any mercy when facing the Senju, I don't hate the Senju clan myself. Faced with the current situation, In this situation, the only thing I hate is my own lack of strength."
"What about Brother Shun and his mother? They were also killed by the Senju clan! Brother, how can you not hate the Senju?!"
"Then what I hate are only the few people who attacked my relatives, not the Thousand Hands Clan as a whole, because it is not each other that forces us to be hostile, but the so-called current situation of the nobles and the time when we settled in the Fire. The country has to take the initiative to make enemies in order to gain a foothold."
Ling Wei smiled, raised her hand and groped upwards, and finally touched her brother's soft hair, and rubbed it gently, "Besides, my eyes are destined to never recover. Do you think, if the future patriarch can't even write a scroll? Reading, wouldn't he be easily deceived?
How could such a clan leader convince the clansmen?Therefore, for the sake of the stability of the clan, it is necessary to inform the clan members of this matter in advance, and a new heir must be selected in time. Now it is just a slight advance of what should be implemented. "
"But--"
"What?" Ling took back his hand, still with a gentle smile on his lips, "Does Madara think that just losing his eyes will have any impact on my brother? For me, this is just the beginning of a practice that will never end. , Brother will adapt to it soon."
Madara's attitude finally began to soften, "...is what brother said true?"
"Well, of course, my brother hasn't lied to you, has he?" Ling laughed, "So Ban, can you please be patient for a while and give me some time? My brother promises you that he will regain his strength soon and let those Everyone calmed down."
Madara pursed his lips and nodded reluctantly, "...Yeah."
"Be good~" Ling couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his brother's hair again, "How about I take you to eat tofu sushi after my brother recovers?"
Madara puffed up his face, but did not move away, letting Ling ruffle his hair, "Really! Brother! I am no longer a child!"
"Yes, yes, yes~" Ling smiled and retracted his hand, "Our Zebra will be a qualified heir, and I have to pay attention to propriety - although our future young patriarch is only seven years old now~ "
"Brother!" Ban was furious again, "Really, you are pestering me to say this, and I have forgotten that I am here to help you change your dressing! Now, stop laughing! Get down!"
"Hahaha——" Ling laughed loudly, but took a breath because the wound was affected, but still did not forget to tease his brother, "As expected~ Madara's character is very cute——"
"Big Brother!!"
