Killing his way through the ninja world, starting from being adopted by the second generation!

A knife wound that pierced through the body.

When Hashirama saw this, his heart raced; it was a scar he had left with his own hands.

At the Valley of the End, he used a wooden clone to draw attention, then pierced Madara's body from behind with his katana, killing his former best friend with his own hands.

He was depressed every day because of this, and almost died in regret.

But now, this person is standing alive and well in front of him.

Renye wasn't deceiving herself; Madara really was still alive!

The shock of seeing it with my own eyes is far greater than what others say!

With no news of Madara for the past two years, Hashirama couldn't help but wonder if Renya was deceiving him.

But for the sake of his last remaining hope, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and search for Madara's whereabouts in the ninja world.

For two years, he traveled to various parts of the ninja world with his intuition, but he never found Madara's whereabouts.

He had a very strong premonition this time, and he never expected to meet Ban here, the close friend he had been searching for for years.

Hashirama was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. His efforts over the past two years had not been in vain. He had really found Madara!

Just as Hashirama had predicted, the long-haired man was none other than Uchiha Madara.

Ban has been searching for a suitable base to hide in; a secluded hiding place is crucial to his next plan!

He traveled all over the ninja world in search of a secluded place, but the long journey left him covered in dust.

He passed by a stream and prepared to take a bath.

In that instant, Hashirama could no longer suppress his excitement and agitation, and his voice trembled as he blurted out:

"Madara... is that you?"

Chapter 212 Don't go... okay?

"Madara... is that you?"

Before he could finish speaking, Madara Uchiha's body suddenly stiffened, and countless complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

Shock, astonishment, confusion, nostalgia...

This sounds like Hashirama's voice. Didn't they say he was already dead?

Madara Uchiha's thoughts were churning, and all sorts of ideas popped into his mind, but he quickly calmed down.

Hashirama faked his death to find me. Does that mean he already knew I wasn't dead?

Such a possibility cannot be ruled out.

Given their relationship, it's quite normal for Hashirama to notice something amiss with the corpse he left behind...

Madara Uchiha has no desire to see Hashirama right now; his dream hasn't been fulfilled yet.

The two have completely different ideologies. If Hashirama knew this, he would definitely stop him!

It wasn't that Madara was afraid of Hashirama, but rather that he felt it was unnecessary.

He no longer wanted to argue with the other party about who was right and who was wrong; he just wanted to get rid of Hashirama and complete his unfinished dream.

The planning hasn't even started yet; we absolutely cannot afford any unexpected events!

And Hashirama Senju was the biggest obstacle in his path to realizing his dream...

"Is Madara really you?" Hashirama's questioning voice came again.

Just as he was about to step forward to check, he saw the long-haired man suddenly move!

Madara Uchiha turned around and suddenly grabbed his straw hat and black robe. His figure flashed like a ghost, and chakra burst from his feet. He instantly stepped on the water and sped away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The moment Madara turned around, Hashirama finally saw Madara's face clearly—those deep eyes, those cold features, and that ever-present arrogant expression.

The face he had been longing for appeared before his eyes: Uchiha Madara!

Absolutely right, this is Uchiha Madara!

He really didn't die!

"Madara, wait for me!" Hashirama Senju rushed out without hesitation, leaping onto the water and giving chase.

His voice echoed through the woods, but only resulted in the figure ahead fleeing even more swiftly.

……

Under the blazing sun, two dark figures darted swiftly through the woods.

Madara Uchiha's black robe fluttered as he sped along. He could clearly hear the familiar footsteps behind him, but he never turned around.

Hashirama is still the same as before, always persistent and clingy.

Suddenly, a violent coughing sound came from behind. Ban's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but his steps unconsciously slowed down a few paces.

He glanced back and, through the gaps in his flowing black hair, saw Hashirama Senju's face gradually turning pale.

Hashirama was clutching his chest in pain, clearly struggling to breathe. His chakra was becoming disordered, yet he stubbornly persisted in trying to catch up.

Each time he forcibly circulated his chakra, his expression became even more unpleasant.

He forgot that his injuries were very serious, and that channeling his chakra at full power would only make them worse.

But in order to catch up with Ban, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and persevere.

As time went on, he ran slower and slower, and soon Ban left him a considerable distance behind.

No, we absolutely cannot let Madara leave again!

Madara Uchiha noticed the commotion behind him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

what happened?

Why was Hashirama's physical condition so poor?

Given Hashirama's strength, this situation would be absolutely impossible.

This can only mean that he suffered a very serious injury, which caused his strength to decline significantly.

Hashirama Senju's breathing grew heavier and heavier, each step accompanied by a deep, labored breath.

He stared intently at the figure in front of him, as if the other person would disappear from his life again if he blinked even slightly.

"Spot!" he shouted again, "Stop!"

At this rate, he'll soon be left behind by Madara...

Madara Uchiha glanced at the staggering figure behind him out of the corner of his eye, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Hashirama's chakra was too chaotic; this was definitely not the state the ninja god who was once his equal should be in.

"Cough cough... Spots!"

Hashirama's shouts continued to come from behind, clearly indicating that he had reached his limit.

Madara Uchiha's pace gradually slowed down, and he finally stopped on a horizontal branch of a large tree.

A gentle breeze lifted his loose, long hair, revealing a pair of calm, still eyes.

"What a sorry sight, Hashirama." Madara looked down at Hashirama, who was panting heavily. "Right now, you don't even have the right to make me run away with all my might."

Hashirama Senju, panting heavily, smiled happily upon hearing this.

"Hehe, I didn't expect it to really be you, Madara!"

"Why are you chasing me?" Madara's voice was icy. Before realizing his dream, he didn't want to have too much to do with Hashirama. "Right now, you can't even withstand one of my attacks."

He wasn't exaggerating; Hashirama is in terrible shape right now and is no match for him at all.

If he wanted to, Hashirama would die here today.

Hashirama leaned against the tree trunk, panting, but still maintained a happy smile on his face: "Because... it's you."

After two years of searching, I finally found my dearest friend. How could I possibly let Ban leave like this?

Even if I die, I will die on the road to chasing Madara.

……

"Don't talk to me like that!" Madara Uchiha suddenly activated his Sharingan, the three black tomoe spinning wildly in his eyes: "Do you think things are still the same as before?"

He was too naive back then, believing Hashirama's lies, which led to his current predicament, where even his own clansmen were unwilling to follow him.

"Don't follow me any further, or I really will kill you!"

Madara Uchiha stared coldly at Hashirama, then turned and left, though this time he noticeably slowed down.

A smile appeared on Hashirama Senju's pale face, and he quickly chased after him.

Two figures chased each other through the woods, maintaining a delicate balance.

Madara's black robe fluttered in the wind, sometimes obscuring Hashirama's view, but always giving him hope of catching up.

As time went by, Hashirama Senju's vision began to blur. His body had reached its limit, but he still maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far from Madara.

He knew that this was Ban giving him a chance to catch up with him.

But now I really can't hold on any longer...

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Hashirama Senju felt everything go black and all his strength vanish.

He staggered and took his last step before falling from the treetop, crashing heavily to the ground.

"boom--"

"spot……"

His lips moved, but he could only utter a weak cry. He watched in despair as Ban's figure receded into the distance before finally falling into a coma.

"In the end... is it still impossible to catch up?"

Madara Uchiha sensed the movement behind him, his speeding figure suddenly stopped, and a moment of struggle flashed in his eyes.

In the end, Madara still came to stand before Hashirama.

He frowned as he looked at Hashirama's pale face. "You just love to mess around..."

He crouched down to examine Hashirama's body and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was only unconscious.

“Next time…” Madara slowly stood up, “don’t come after me.”

Just as he turned to leave, his trouser leg was suddenly grabbed firmly by a hand.

"Ban, don't go... okay?"

……

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Chapter 213 Tobirama's Adopted Son?

"Ban...don't go, okay?"

Hashirama Senju gripped Madara's trouser leg tightly, his pale face filled with pleading.

After searching for two long years, he finally met Ban, and he didn't want to just watch him leave.

Perhaps after Ban leaves this time, I will never be able to find him again.

No matter what, we must find a way to preserve the freckles.

"Let go." Madara Uchiha said coldly without turning around.

He didn't want to be bothered by this annoying guy right now; he only came to check on Hashirama because he was worried that he might die here.

I never expected this guy to fake his death again to deceive me...

He will never fall for Hashirama's tricks again.

"Madara, please don't go." Hashirama reached out and grabbed Madara's wrist with his other hand. "Can we talk?"

"Let go!" Madara Uchiha frowned, somewhat impatiently. "I don't want to waste my time with you."

Hashirama, that bastard, still loves to pester me relentlessly, just like before.