Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 26 The Real Agreement... Is it really impossible?

Itama was startled and quickly went over, asking with a worried look, "Hashirama-nii-san, are you alright...?"

Tobirama panicked a little and quickly advised, "Brother, calm down. Don't you know what the consequences will be for talking back to Father?"

Hashirama covered his face, his heart filled with extreme grief and indignation...

Wajian... My younger brother, who was laughing and playing with me just yesterday, is now... never to respond again.

Thinking of my poor younger brother, how desperate he must have felt when he was separated from them...

Hashirama felt immense guilt and hatred for the cruel ninja world... He couldn't bear to watch Tobirama and Itama die like that...

Unable to contain himself any longer, Hashirama continued to shout at the top of his lungs, "Damn it... What kind of Senju clan is this! What kind of independent ninjas are these! Aren't we just a bunch of adults who conspired to kill a child? How is what we did any different from the Uchiha clan!"

Buddha stopped in his tracks, turned his head slightly, and said coldly, "This is respect for the enemy! But raising a child to be a capable ninja is the love of a parent."

Hashirama could hardly believe that his father's words could be so cold...

"...Does wanting to stand alone mean only death?...Killing, being killed, not even knowing when you'll be hated, because it's too dangerous to even introduce yourself! This kind of ninja world is absolutely wrong!"

Hashirama completely lost control of his emotions, roaring at his father incessantly. For the first time in his life, he genuinely questioned his clan's way of life...

"So that's why you've always been a brat! You can't even protect your own brother! What right do you have to yell and shout here!" Buddha turned and glared angrily, his fist about to strike again...

Seeing that his father was about to strike again, Tobirama's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly spread his arms to block his father.

"Father, please forgive my elder brother's rudeness... He's really in a bad mood..."

Startled by Tobirama's words, Butsuma calmed down and looked at his fist with some regret... Yes, how could he not be heartbroken! That was his own son!

Whether it's the naive Hashirama who contradicts his own ideas, or the already fallen Kawarama...

In truth, Buddha was suffering more than anyone else, but he had no way to tell anyone. If even he could not maintain a clear and ruthless mind, then the clan would surely perish.

"Calm down, Hashirama..."

After saying this, the Buddha turned and left.

He couldn't dwell on his grief; he had no time to mourn his son's death. What he needed to do now was to rebuild the clan's fighting strength as quickly as possible and arrange everything that followed.

The attack by the Uchiha and Hagoromo clans this time was really fierce. If it weren't for his perfect strategy, probably even more people would have died.

Hashirama still covered his face, his expression stubborn.

As the sun sets, the three remaining brothers of the Senju family sit atop a massive wooden stake, the last rays of sunlight bathing them...

“The adults are all fools. If they want to end the war, they should just make an agreement with the enemy and stop fighting…” Tobirama said with his arms crossed, looking somewhat melancholy.

Itama didn't know what to say. He truly felt pain and hatred... The last glimmer of hope he had for the Uchiha clan was shattered with the burial of his memories and Watama's death.

Turning his head, Itama looked bewildered, unsure if he had done the right thing...

After hesitating for a long time, he looked at Tobirama and asked, "But wouldn't our comrades have died in vain...? If we do that, what about those parents and brothers who were killed..."

"Calm down... You're just like the adults, too impulsive... Saying things like that will kill you..."

Tobirama sighed. He was filled with hatred, but continuing like this would only lead to being dominated by impulse and hatred, which would be meaningless.

"I'm sorry, Second Brother..."

Itama knew his thinking was wrong, but he truly couldn't let go of his third brother's death...

Tobirama looked at his silent older brother and shared his idea.

"From now on, ninjas only need to suppress their emotions, establish strict rules and abide by them, and avoid unnecessary conflicts..."

If that's the case, no one will be blinded by hatred and engage in pointless fighting and self-righteous revenge.

"Is a true agreement...an alliance... truly impossible...?"

The pillar sat cross-legged in the center of the wooden stake, muttering to himself...

As the sun set, the three brothers fell silent. If only things could really turn out as Tobirama had said.

No more pointless wars, and children no longer have to die for no reason.

......

Deep in the jungle, far from the Senju and Uchiha clan territories, in a small wooden cabin, a little boy with brown, tousled hair lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his body wrapped in bandages.

The boy had a cross-shaped scar on his face, which, combined with his youthful features, gave him an indescribable pitiful look...

This is the tile room; he actually didn't die.

The cabin was very dilapidated, and the bed was extremely simple, with only a quilt to cover the roof tiles.

The boy seemed to be experiencing some kind of nightmare; his brow was furrowed, his eyes closed, and his expression was one of struggle, but he just couldn't wake up...

The flickering candlelight barely illuminated the small house, where a little boy with short gray hair was wringing out a towel while reaching out to stroke the forehead of a tiled roof.

"The fever still hasn't gone down... what should we do, Grandpa?"

The little boy looked to be about the same age as Wajian, and his clothes were very simple. At this moment, he was blinking his large, gray eyes at the old man who was preparing herbs on the other side.

The elderly man, addressed as "Grandpa," tremblingly placed the prepared medicine on the table, glanced at the tiled roof, and let out a long sigh...

"This child, oh, so pitiful... suffering so much at such a young age... There's nothing I can do now, I can only pray to God for help..."

The little boy's eyes dimmed upon hearing this; he couldn't fathom what this tea-haired boy had gone through.

Although his attire suggests he's a Senju clan ninja... would ninjas really send such a young child to the battlefield?

He didn't understand. He and his grandfather were just ordinary people who had accidentally found the dying tile lying in the grass.

At this point, Wajian had a persistent high fever, and his entire right arm had been severed at the root. Although he was still alive, it was uncertain whether he could survive...

Moreover, with this kind of injury, he will probably never be able to become a ninja again.

Struggling between the tiles, the gray-haired boy was a little anxious and could only try his best to wipe away his sweat with a cool towel...

"Please, please let the fever go down quickly..."

The candlelight still flickered...

Watama seemed to have a very long dream. He dreamed about the time when he was just born. Even though he had no memory of that period, it was very strange that he could observe everything about himself from a magical perspective.

Am I dead?

Watama didn't know if he was still alive, but as these vivid slides flashed before his eyes, a wave of sadness welled up in his heart.

He didn't want to die; he wanted to live and play with his brothers...

"Waaah..."

Driven by an intense will to survive, he struggled relentlessly in the darkness, and finally, after an unknown amount of time, he saw the last glimmer of light in the darkness...

It looks like candlelight...

"Ugh... Ah...!"

Wajian suddenly opened his eyes. The candlelight was indeed flickering in front of him, but he didn't recognize the place...

"Ah! You're awake! You're finally awake! You've been unconscious for almost a week!"

When the gray-haired boy saw that Wajian had woken up, he almost dropped the bowl in his hand.

At this moment, he ran to Wajian with a worried expression, touched Wajian's forehead with his hand, and thankfully... he didn't have a fever again.

After all, it was really difficult for him to get his fever down last time... he had a fever for almost two whole days. I just hope he didn't damage his brain...

"Who are you...where am I?"

The sound from the roof tile was extremely weak, completely lacking its former vitality...

"Hey!"

He tried to sit up, but suddenly found that he had no strength at all and was in excruciating pain with the slightest movement.

"Don't worry... Um... My name is Xiaoguang. My grandpa and I found you. We thought you weren't going to make it... Thank goodness you're awake!"

The boy gave a brief self-introduction and then hurriedly ran to the bedside to observe his condition.

Wajian was in a state of utter confusion, but he now understood one thing: he was still alive!