Uchiha Izuna pouted. The sake in front of him had been replaced with fruit juice. Judging by its color, which was pink, it should be peach juice. Uchiha Izuna opened the bottle and poured a cup for himself.
Uchiha Madara nodded. It was reasonable for a child to drink juice. Alcohol was for adults. Thinking of this, he gave Ryun a look.
Ryun understood his meaning and opened the bottle of sake. He first poured a full cup for Madara, then poured one for himself.
Madara picked up the cup, brought it under his nose and smelled it, then couldn't help but nod. "Good sake. It should be around five years old."
Hearing this, Ryun's eyes lit up. He laughed and said, "Grandfather, you understand sake?" He hadn't expected that the feared God of Shinobi from the battlefield would actually be a sake lover.
"You don't know this, Ryun. During the Warring States Period, alcohol wasn't so plentiful. Only the upper echelon of shinobi clans, people of noble status, could get alcohol to drink."
"At first, I didn't like drinking alcohol either. But after Izuna left, after establishing Konoha, after leaving my homeland, I drank no small amount of alcohol. Originally, it was to drown my sorrows, but who would have thought I would develop an understanding of it." Madara drank it all in one go, a trace of self-mockery showing between his brows.
The sake entered his throat, cool, sweet, and mellow. After going down, it left a fragrant aroma behind, with a slight burning sensation in his stomach. Madara's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth turned upward. "Good sake."
He looked at Ryun with an even softer gaze. He had thought he had lost everything, but then this grandson appeared out of nowhere, and everything had returned to his side.
Ryun smiled and poured another cup of sake for Madara. "Grandfather, I want to hear the specific story of you and grandfather."
When Izuna heard this, he frowned and quickly spoke up. "Ryun, he finally managed to move on from the past. Don't cause trouble!"
Madara was first stunned, then shook his head. "It's fine. Since Ryun wants to hear it, I'll briefly say a few words. Izuna, don't worry. Now that you're back, what I pursue isn't so much anymore."
Izuna gritted his teeth, then sighed. "Fine!" He then shot a glare at Ryun. You and your big mouth!
Ryun scratched his head, signaling that he dared to do it again next time! Madara opened his mouth and began to narrate while drinking sake.
"My life had no outstanding parts. I originally thought I would be like the vast majority of shinobi, fighting for the clan, and dying on the battlefield would be my destiny. Until that day..."
Madara began to narrate from a first-person perspective, talking about his thoughts and the first time he met Hashirama Senju.
Ryun felt more and more that something was wrong. "Wait, grandfather, I asked you to talk about your past. Why is 80 percent of it about you and the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju?"
Madara was speechless. He was also stunned. He asked himself why this was. Finally, unable to figure it out, he drank a cup of sake, which counted as his reply to Ryun.
Izuna glanced at his older brother, snorted coldly, and turned his head away, gulping down peach juice aggressively. He was very angry!
Ryun scratched his head. "Please continue."
Madara continued to narrate. This time, however, half of his narration was about Izuna and the clan, and the other half was about the Senju clan, Hashirama, and Tobirama.
Basically, it was about him and Hashirama slacking off on the battlefield while their two younger brothers fought desperately. Later, Izuna was sneak-attacked by that treacherous Tobirama and died on the battlefield.
Izuna willingly offered his Mangekyō Sharingan to Madara for transplantation. Finally, Madara unlocked the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan and the complete body of Susano'o.
He only wanted to take revenge for Izuna and charge at the Senju clan. But unfortunately, he lost. What puzzled him was that Hashirama did not kill him and instead invited him to build a village together, saying this was to fulfill their childhood dream.
Madara sneered. "I have nothing left. If you want to cooperate with me, then kill your brother with your own hands!"
Tobirama immediately wanted to kill Madara, but Hashirama stopped him and said he was willing to pay with his life for Izuna.
He took out a kunai and prepared to commit suicide, tears flowing from his eyes. He fooled Madara into being stunned. Just as the kunai was about to pierce his neck, Madara finally grabbed him and agreed to build Konoha village with him.
Now, on the Hokage Rock, the two of them looked into the distance, standing side by side.
"I never thought our dream would come true." Madara crossed his arms, the corners of his mouth turned upward.
"Yeah." Hashirama sighed. The journey had not been easy.
"Madara, the leaders who protect the shinobi of the Land of Fire from the shadows, let's call them Hokage, okay?" Hashirama asked.
"What is that?" Madara asked, puzzled.
Hashirama laughed. "The Daimyo of the Land of Fire asked us to select a leader to represent the village. I want you to take the position of Hokage."
"There's no time to shrink back now. Besides the Uchiha and Senju, the Sarutobi clan and the Shimura clan also want to join us." Hashirama's face was full of excitement.
Madara's mouth opened slightly. "Really? You're not joking, are you?" he asked, shocked.
"Besides that, there are many others. The village will get bigger and bigger. It's time to give the village a name." Hashirama smiled.
Madara picked up the leaf with a hole in it, looked at the village through the hole, and suddenly asked, "How about Konohagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaves?"
Hashirama looked down, dejected, and complained, "So simple. No thought at all, just copied directly."
"What's the difference between that and Hokage? Get lost. And that habit of yours of getting depressed all the time, isn't it cured yet?" Madara said angrily.
"By the way, does the Hokage have to stay in the village all the time to protect everyone?" Madara raised a question. Clearly, at this time, he was still very willing to protect his comrades.
"That is a must. But it's not limited to that. As the village gets on track, the Hokage will get busier and busier. Therefore, I will carve your huge portrait on the cliff beneath our feet as a symbol of protecting the village." Hashirama said seriously.
Madara looked somewhat embarrassed but also a little happy. "You're joking."
The two of them complained about each other's looks. Madara's face was too fierce and needed beautification. Hashirama's face was useless and depressed.
Although the two were already adults, they still spoke the most hot-blooded, chuunibyou-like, yet beautiful words.
At that time, Madara was bright and cheerful, his heart filled with yearning for the future.
But in the end, Hashirama's words were meaningless. The promises he made were never fulfilled. Madara was ostracized by others, and while Hashirama became the First Hokage, Madara was reduced to nothing more than the Hokage's assistant.
What truly made him decide to lead the clan away from Konoha was that so-called democratic election Tobirama spoke of, and Hashirama's inaction. He only knew how to make promises but never kept them, behaving no differently from a scumbag.
Then came the tail beast capture, the Uchiha stone tablet, the Battle of the Valley of the End, and a series of other events. When Madara talked about these, he lacked interest. Only when talking about the founding of Konoha did he say a lot.
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