Uchiha Madara pushes the heavens

Chapter 1 The True End

The sky was extremely dark, and the cloud of war had not yet dissipated. On the miserable land, an extremely weak figure lay there powerlessly.

His eyes could hardly be opened, but he opened them forcefully, looking at the sky, there seemed to be something that attracted him.

The slender and straight figure is still the same as before, but the strong and powerful body is already weak.

"I haven't seen the light in the end! It seems that I was born to belong to the darkness." Madara laughed at herself in her heart.

Suddenly, he felt a person coming to him, followed by the unique "ding dong" sound of armor, this sound is so familiar, in the era of war-torn days, this armor was the most common presence.

He no longer has the strength to turn his head to see who it is, but he doesn't need to look, he knows who it is.

"Hashirama...?" He said angrily.

"Yeah!" Zhu Jian's unique magnetic voice came over, still so familiar, still so...kind.

The two were silent for a while.

"You and me are the same, you can't ask for it." Madara said calmly, but it was so bitter to hear it.

"How can it be so easy? We can only do so much in our own time, so we must entrust it to us. The juniors will do it for us." Zhu Jian said with a slight pain in his heart.

Madara felt that his eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and they couldn't stop sinking. He opened them forcefully, and his eyelids trembled from time to time.

"You are still so naive. You were always so optimistic before. But maybe it is right!" He said with a wry smile, his thoughts drifted back to the long time ago, when the two of them were still teenagers.

"My dream is shattered, but your dream is still continuing." He said softly, his words were full of free and easy, full of unwillingness and joy.

"I was too impatient at the time. It didn't matter if we couldn't do it at that time. It's more important to cultivate people who are willing to follow behind us and inherit their dreams." Hashirama said in a low voice, but they understood it too late, and they didn't regret it used.

Madara smiled arrogantly, and said wildly: "Then I can't do it, because I hate people standing behind me."

Hearing this, Zhu Jian's face revealed a look of reminiscence, as if he remembered the fun of the two of them, he couldn't help but smile.

"When I was young, you told me that we are ninjas and could die at any time. If there is a way to keep each other alive, then the only way is for the enemy and us to face each other honestly and raise a glass of wine to become brothers."

Zhujian paused, and then continued: "But, we are all dead, now, we can have a drink as comrades-in-arms."

Hashirama was both happy and sad, the two hadn't had such a heart-to-heart talk for a long time, so he was happy, but, he was about to witness the disappearance of his best friend again, how could he not be sad?
Madara realized that his life was coming to an end, and his body was full of coldness, but after hearing Hashirama's words, his heart was filled with warmth and nostalgia.

"A comrade in arms?"

His eyes began to close.

"Okay! In that case we will too." Before he could finish the final farewell, he closed his eyes forever.

Hashirama's heart ached, my lifelong best friend!Died in front of myself again.There were no tears in the reincarnated body of the dirty soil, he just quietly looked at this familiar face, how much he wanted to dream back to that era!

(End of this chapter)