Shin'yu quietly stood in the bushes. A little further away, the previously unrivaled Nine-Tails was now pinched in the palm of a Wood Buddha Giant like a kitten.
Its eyes were closed, looking quiet and obedient, as if it were asleep.
A gentle breeze blew, and its orange fur rippled like waves.
From this angle, the Nine-Tails is quite well-behaved... Shin'yu thought absently.
Although the target was right in front of him, he still didn't dare to act rashly.
It wasn't because he was afraid of the Hidden Leaf Village Ninja lurking behind him, but because... the battle between Madara and Hashirama hadn't been decided yet.
This battle had been going on for three days and three nights.
Shin'yu wrinkled his nose. He didn't know when it started, but the forest began to fill with a fresh, earthy fragrance, and the air became increasingly humid.
He gently stretched out his palm, and a drop of rain fell into his palm, breaking into cool, crystalline water droplets.
It was raining.
"This time, it's your turn to be unable to throw it."
Under the empty waterfall, Madara gasped for breath, holding his War Fan and scythe, looking at the equally exhausted figure opposite him, revealing a victor's smile.
The two's Chakra was almost completely exhausted, their faces were full of vicissitudes, and they looked extremely tired. Even their armor had long been broken beyond recognition, looking extremely embarrassed.
Hashirama slightly raised his head, staring at this former "best friend." Whether it was because of excessive consumption or serious injuries, his eyes were slightly dazed.
Suddenly, the water waves under his feet rippled instantly. Madara had moved!
Hashirama belatedly raised his long sword and rushed towards the opponent at the same speed. The blade flashed, and the two figures crossed and separated!
With a "plop," Hashirama plunged into the water, splashing water everywhere. He had been cut in the abdomen.
Madara, however, remained standing. Turning his head, he saw Hashirama's complex eyes filled with unwillingness, and the smile on his face became more obvious.
"This time, I'm the one standing, the opposite of that time."
Lightning struck straight into the heart of the sky, and thousands of raindrops fell from the sky, "drip, drip" hitting the faces of the two, the water mist filled the air, and the faces of the two were blurred.
Hashirama struggled to support himself, his eyes fell on the water, staring blankly at his face, his mouth opening and closing:
"The dream has just been realized, I want to protect it, I can't let you..."
Madara chuckled, "You look quite depressed, Hashirama. Aren't you giving up on yourself this time?"
"Puchi!"
A sword pierced through his chest, penetrating his heart from the back, and blood flowed down along the rain, quickly dyeing the water red.
Madara's eyes showed astonishment, staring blankly at the sword that pierced him, his vision blurring little by little.
He turned his gaze in disbelief, glanced at Hashirama behind him, and then looked at the Wood Release clone in front of him, his pupils shrinking slightly.
"I actually... got stabbed in the back..."
Hashirama's low, tired voice came from behind:
"I want to protect our... no, protect my village. No matter what happens, I still firmly believe that protecting the village is equal to protecting people, protecting Ninja and children, whether it's my friends, brothers, or even my children! As long as you dare to be an enemy of the village, I will never let you go!"
"You've changed... Hashirama." Madara's pupils trembled as he knelt down powerlessly.
Hashirama looked down at him indifferently, the thing called "friendship" was disappearing thread by thread from his ancient well-like eyes.
"You're putting the cart before the horse. One day, this will become the village's... darkness."
Madara collapsed to the ground with a "thump," just like Hashirama had done earlier. He closed his eyes, and his breath ceased.
Uchiha Madara, fallen!
Hashirama looked up at the sky, the entire night sky reflected in his pupils. With the help of the thin moonlight, it seemed that all the raindrops were falling from a single point in the center of the sky, and they would all fall into his eyes.
"You can use Wood Release, so let's call the village Hidden Leaf Village..."
"You can use Fire Release, so let's name the leader Hokage..."
He felt inexplicably cold, his vision suddenly blurred, and endless fatigue seemed like a flood that had been unleashed, sweeping through his body. He couldn't bear it any longer, letting the weariness engulf him, and he fell beside Madara's corpse.
...
Half a minute later, a young man appeared silently on the other side of the waterfall.
With delicate features and eyes like ink jade, it was Shin'yu.
He walked towards the two step by step, deeply looking at Uchiha Madara's corpse. The heavy rain was like a curtain, and his face was without joy or sorrow.
After an unknown amount of time, his gaze fell on Hashirama. He stretched out his foot to hook the scythe, aiming it at Hashirama's head, and raised the scythe high.
Under the cold moonlight, the blade flowed with a dazzling cold light.
"Farewell... God of Shinobi!"
Just as the guillotine-like judgment was about to fall, a furious roar suddenly came from the forest:
"How dare you, you little brat!"
The wind whistled, and a Windmill Shuriken came through the air, with a "clang," sparks flew everywhere, and Shin'yu's scythe was knocked aside.
Immediately afterward, a man rushed in front of Shin'yu with lightning speed, a Kunai drawing a cold arc.
"You are?"
Shin'yu saw the appearance of the person clearly, leaned back slightly, easily avoiding the attack, but was also forced back by the attacker.
"My name is Sarutobi Sasuke!" The man shouted in a deep voice, announcing his name.
Shin'yu nodded slightly, "Oh, the current head of the Sarutobi clan, right?"
"I know you too!" The man tore off the scroll behind him, his eyes cold.
"Uchiha Shin'yu, a traitor who followed Uchiha Madara out of Hidden Leaf Village five years ago. There are 22 lives in your hands, including 16 Jonin, 2 Special Jonin, and 4 Chunin! There have been casualties from the Senju, Sarutobi, Shimura, and even your Uchiha clan. On the night of your defection, you stole forbidden technique scrolls and destroyed countless village properties... Your evil deeds are simply too numerous to count!"
As he spoke, more than a dozen Hidden Leaf Village Ninja successively sprang out of the forest, surrounding Shin'yu. Their auras were restrained, and their levels were all at the Jonin level!
Shin'yu glanced around faintly, picked his ears, and said frivolously, "If you didn't say so, I wouldn't have known that I was so awesome back then."
"Arrogant, with me here today, don't even think about harming a single hair on the village!" Sarutobi Sasuke shouted angrily.
That night, he was not in the village due to a mission. As one of the founders of Hidden Leaf Village, he was entrusted with an important task by Lord Hashirama, but such a thing happened, and he always felt it was a disgrace.
The young boy before him had become a thorn in his side.
Today, no matter what, he had to settle things here!
Just as he was thinking this, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Relying on his years of combat experience and his instinctive sense of danger, he immediately lowered his head.
Whoosh!
A flash of light swept past, and a small tuft of hair fell in the wind and rain.
"You!" He was somewhat taken aback; the one who attacked was actually a companion beside him.
However, this companion's eyes were vacant, his expression dull, like a puppet being manipulated at will. Sarutobi Sasuke immediately understood that he was under a Genjutsu!
"Damn it!" he shouted, "Don't look into his eyes!"
Years of combat experience had cultivated in him the habit of fighting without looking into his enemies' eyes. It was precisely because of this that he hadn't noticed that Shin'yu's eyes had quietly turned blood-red.
However, his warning came too late. A series of muffled groans reached his ears, along with the thud of blades entering flesh. He had only just subdued the companion beside him when the surrounding area was already littered with the dead and wounded.
This group of Ninja was actually of extremely high quality, and among them were Ninja who had fought against the Uchiha clan, knowing not to look directly at their Sharingan, but they couldn't evade the blades of their companions.
In short, only four Ninja remained who, like Sarutobi Sasuke, had not fallen under Genjutsu and had evaded the surprise attack.
"Not good!" Sarutobi Sasuke suddenly realized something, his face twisting abruptly. He reached out towards Shin'yu, his eyes wide and bloodshot: "Stop!!"
Those Ninja controlled by Genjutsu, seeing that they couldn't succeed, actually drew their swords and committed suicide without the slightest hesitation!
In an instant, the situation reversed, and blood flowed everywhere!
The few who had survived by luck immediately moved closer to Sarutobi Sasuke, facing the young boy they couldn't look at directly as if facing a formidable enemy!
"Sorry, I'm not in a good mood today; I'm not usually like this."
Shin'yu still stood there calmly, a dark and cold aura slowly flowing. The crowd couldn't help but shiver, inexplicably feeling that this rainy night was particularly bleak.
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