Chapter 392 Madara and Hashirama
·
Zhong Er Shi Bing Wo Bu Zhi
Madara put his hand on the handle of the knife and headed towards the depths of the Nanga River along the river. As early as after completing the first mission this year, he had developed the habit of changing out of his clan uniform every time he went home to rest. It is a habit to take a walk around the Nanga River.
He didn't know when his brother started to have a friendship with that damn red-haired guy, but if he wanted to have another [friend] like that to learn information that was difficult for him to access, he had to hurry up.
Seeing that he was about to enter the deep mountains, Madara stopped and sighed, his voice unavoidable with regret, "There's no one here today... It seems like this is something that can't be forced."
"What are you forcing?"
Hearing the voice, Madara raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze to look at the boy of the same age who was sitting on a branch and looking at him against the sun. He was somewhat surprised by the other person's method of hiding his aura, "That's none of your business... you who is it?"
"My name is Hashirama. I can't say my last name for some reasons -" Hashirama jumped down from the tree, his eyes swept across the short sword on Madara's waist, and stayed at a safe distance, "What about you?"
"Madara - the reason why I don't say my last name is the same as yours..." Madara's posture looked a little casual, but his hand calmly held the handle of the knife, thinking hard about the conversations between friends in the clan, and finally stiffened He uttered one sentence, "It's so rare to have leisure time."
Hashirama looked at Madara who was trying to find a topic in front of him. Even though he was wary, he still couldn't help laughing, "Your conversation skills are too blunt, right? You don't have many friends, right?"
spot:……
Looking at Madara who fell silent, the smile on Hashirama's lips also stiffened, "I, I just said it casually... No, that's not the case, right?"
Madara raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, looking a little uncomfortable, "In terms of peers of the same age, you can barely count... two, no, three, right?"
"You are so pitiful - really, so pitiful."
Looking at Hashirama's expression full of pity, Madara, who was already feeling awkward, finally burst out, "Control your expression! If you look at me like this again, believe it or not, I'll dig out your eyes! You don't care You bastard whose name, hairstyle, and clothes are all so tacky!"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you..."
Madara lowered his gaze, looking at the person who instantly sat down on the ground and then began to apologize under the clouds. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but lean forward slightly to look at Hashirama's expression, "No, there is no need for you to be so frustrated... Anyway, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t be so irritable—can you please stop being like this?”
"No, it's all my fault..." Hashirama shrank again, raised his head, and said in a sad voice, "You don't even realize that you are hated. I should have thought of this and taken care of you after you said that. of emotions.”
"You're so verbose! You watermelon head - I really don't know whether you are a nice person or a bad-mouthed person!"
"Hahaha, that's right. You look much better now than the stern look you just had." Seeing Madara's hair exploded again, Hashirama instantly calmed down his depression, stood up with a smile, and stepped forward a few steps. Ayumu stretched out his hand to Madara, "Let's get to know each other formally - my name is Hashirama."
Looking at Hashirama's outstretched hand, Madara raised an eyebrow, but did not hold it. He just chuckled, took back the hand on the handle of the knife, crossed his arms and said his name again, "I am Madara—— what are you doing here?"
"Come out and catch your breath while you're free," Hashirama didn't force his hand, shrugging and retracting his hand, "Although I don't care, does it matter if you stay with me like this? Isn't it too leisurely?"
Hearing this, Madara understood that even if he didn't say it, the peer named Hashirama opposite him had guessed his last name - but this was the same for him.
[You know the last name of the other person, and you know your position but you don’t have any hidden meaning...Does he have the same purpose as me? 】
Thinking of this, Madara also followed Hashirama's example and shrugged, "You are the one who is leisurely, right? You actually have the leisure to peek at others... You are so sneaky, it really ruins your honest face."
"What are you talking about? I was obviously here first, and you came later. If you want to peek, it's you who peeked at me," Hashirama snorted, "And I did it openly! If I was really sneaky, Now we are fighting."
Looking at the unarmed Hashirama, Madara chuckled and had no comment - he didn't think that such a person who had good concealment skills but took the initiative to expose himself would start a meaningless fight.
[However, since he recognized me, it cannot be ruled out that he is overconfident in his own strength...]
Thinking of this, Madara couldn't help but look at Hashirama with a more probing look, and tapped his arm unconsciously with his fingers, [If I remember correctly, the elder brother and that damn red-haired man were equal in strength, and their status in the clan at that time was It’s also very similar...]
Hashirama, who was being looked at by Madara with his dark eyes, shivered uncontrollably, crossed his hands in front of his chest in horror and took two steps back, "Hey, hey, hey, even if you look at me so affectionately , I’m just here to chat and not sell myself.”
Madara's eyes were suddenly filled with disgust, and just when he was about to complain, he saw Hashirama's eyes suddenly become sharp.
This also made him subconsciously touch the handle of the knife, and then shifted his gaze along Hashirama's changing gaze, facing the corpse floating in the upper reaches of the Nanga River, and then he started to complain when he reached his mouth -
"Go back. This place will soon become a battlefield. Those people don't care if you have weapons in your hands. You know, all unidentified suspicious persons will be treated as enemies."
Hashirama frowned and looked at the corpse floating away, "Ah, yes, but I didn't expect the war to have spread here... Hey, Madara, what do you think of the war?"
"That's not what we should consider now, and we don't have the strength to think about it... However," Madara stepped forward and walked back across the pillars without stopping, "If we can all survive, we will meet again next time." I don’t mind listening to your nagging.”
He didn't know when his brother started to have a friendship with that damn red-haired guy, but if he wanted to have another [friend] like that to learn information that was difficult for him to access, he had to hurry up.
Seeing that he was about to enter the deep mountains, Madara stopped and sighed, his voice unavoidable with regret, "There's no one here today... It seems like this is something that can't be forced."
"What are you forcing?"
Hearing the voice, Madara raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze to look at the boy of the same age who was sitting on a branch and looking at him against the sun. He was somewhat surprised by the other person's method of hiding his aura, "That's none of your business... you who is it?"
"My name is Hashirama. I can't say my last name for some reasons -" Hashirama jumped down from the tree, his eyes swept across the short sword on Madara's waist, and stayed at a safe distance, "What about you?"
"Madara - the reason why I don't say my last name is the same as yours..." Madara's posture looked a little casual, but his hand calmly held the handle of the knife, thinking hard about the conversations between friends in the clan, and finally stiffened He uttered one sentence, "It's so rare to have leisure time."
Hashirama looked at Madara who was trying to find a topic in front of him. Even though he was wary, he still couldn't help laughing, "Your conversation skills are too blunt, right? You don't have many friends, right?"
spot:……
Looking at Madara who fell silent, the smile on Hashirama's lips also stiffened, "I, I just said it casually... No, that's not the case, right?"
Madara raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, looking a little uncomfortable, "In terms of peers of the same age, you can barely count... two, no, three, right?"
"You are so pitiful - really, so pitiful."
Looking at Hashirama's expression full of pity, Madara, who was already feeling awkward, finally burst out, "Control your expression! If you look at me like this again, believe it or not, I'll dig out your eyes! You don't care You bastard whose name, hairstyle, and clothes are all so tacky!"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you..."
Madara lowered his gaze, looking at the person who instantly sat down on the ground and then began to apologize under the clouds. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but lean forward slightly to look at Hashirama's expression, "No, there is no need for you to be so frustrated... Anyway, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t be so irritable—can you please stop being like this?”
"No, it's all my fault..." Hashirama shrank again, raised his head, and said in a sad voice, "You don't even realize that you are hated. I should have thought of this and taken care of you after you said that. of emotions.”
"You're so verbose! You watermelon head - I really don't know whether you are a nice person or a bad-mouthed person!"
"Hahaha, that's right. You look much better now than the stern look you just had." Seeing Madara's hair exploded again, Hashirama instantly calmed down his depression, stood up with a smile, and stepped forward a few steps. Ayumu stretched out his hand to Madara, "Let's get to know each other formally - my name is Hashirama."
Looking at Hashirama's outstretched hand, Madara raised an eyebrow, but did not hold it. He just chuckled, took back the hand on the handle of the knife, crossed his arms and said his name again, "I am Madara—— what are you doing here?"
"Come out and catch your breath while you're free," Hashirama didn't force his hand, shrugging and retracting his hand, "Although I don't care, does it matter if you stay with me like this? Isn't it too leisurely?"
Hearing this, Madara understood that even if he didn't say it, the peer named Hashirama opposite him had guessed his last name - but this was the same for him.
[You know the last name of the other person, and you know your position but you don’t have any hidden meaning...Does he have the same purpose as me? 】
Thinking of this, Madara also followed Hashirama's example and shrugged, "You are the one who is leisurely, right? You actually have the leisure to peek at others... You are so sneaky, it really ruins your honest face."
"What are you talking about? I was obviously here first, and you came later. If you want to peek, it's you who peeked at me," Hashirama snorted, "And I did it openly! If I was really sneaky, Now we are fighting."
Looking at the unarmed Hashirama, Madara chuckled and had no comment - he didn't think that such a person who had good concealment skills but took the initiative to expose himself would start a meaningless fight.
[However, since he recognized me, it cannot be ruled out that he is overconfident in his own strength...]
Thinking of this, Madara couldn't help but look at Hashirama with a more probing look, and tapped his arm unconsciously with his fingers, [If I remember correctly, the elder brother and that damn red-haired man were equal in strength, and their status in the clan at that time was It’s also very similar...]
Hashirama, who was being looked at by Madara with his dark eyes, shivered uncontrollably, crossed his hands in front of his chest in horror and took two steps back, "Hey, hey, hey, even if you look at me so affectionately , I’m just here to chat and not sell myself.”
Madara's eyes were suddenly filled with disgust, and just when he was about to complain, he saw Hashirama's eyes suddenly become sharp.
This also made him subconsciously touch the handle of the knife, and then shifted his gaze along Hashirama's changing gaze, facing the corpse floating in the upper reaches of the Nanga River, and then he started to complain when he reached his mouth -
"Go back. This place will soon become a battlefield. Those people don't care if you have weapons in your hands. You know, all unidentified suspicious persons will be treated as enemies."
Hashirama frowned and looked at the corpse floating away, "Ah, yes, but I didn't expect the war to have spread here... Hey, Madara, what do you think of the war?"
"That's not what we should consider now, and we don't have the strength to think about it... However," Madara stepped forward and walked back across the pillars without stopping, "If we can all survive, we will meet again next time." I don’t mind listening to your nagging.”
