Nagato carrying rice in Konoha

Chapter 174 Fire

"Why is the next Hokage destined to be Senju, not Uchiha?"

When he was young, he had thought about this question during his hard practice day after day. It was not until later that someone told him the answer.

"Because the Uchiha Madara who can compete for the Hokage throne is no longer here."

He knew that it was a taboo name, Uchiha Madara.Even ninjas like Senju Tobirama kept this name secret.

Although Tobirama didn't want to show this emotion, he could also see that Tobirama was deeply afraid of Madara in his heart.

"You have to work hard to unleash the power of love in your heart and restrain the hatred in your heart, just like a Thousand Hands."

Who said this sentence? Perhaps because he had already died once, his memory became a little fuzzy.

The faces that appeared in my mind seemed to exist on the other side full of mist, as if they had never existed before.

Illusive, light, and broken.

Like an old reel of film.

Every picture and every sound played in it seemed to have nothing to do with him and could not resonate with his soul, but it kept popping up in his mind, rattling and intermittently.

"The power of the Uchiha, the power of the Sharingan, has a taboo on it."

The Konoha police force was gradually established, and the tribe became a little busy. Some tribe members seemed to cheer up a little and began to talk about their past glory.

Those faces that are proud, flamboyant, yet ugly.

Obsessed with the advantages over ordinary people, talking about unrealistic and unpleasant topics.

Like a dog with broken spines.

He looked at these people, tried to forget the excessive thoughts in his mind, and smiled.

"We Uchiha are called the fighting clan, but in the end, it was because we were defeated by the Senju that we had to join forces with them to establish the Hidden Leaf Village."

After flipping through ancient scrolls, reading history, and asking the elders of his clan for advice, he learned some embarrassing truths.

"Madara was the clan leader at the time and the last one to lead us against the Senju, but before that, many Uchiha had surrendered to the Senju."

"Mirror, your eye power is very strong. One day, you may be able to touch a higher level of eye power than the ordinary Sharingan."

All kinds of sounds sounded in his mind, as noisy as many movies playing at the same time.

"The Konoha police force is the privilege given to Uchiha by the village, and it is the recognition of Uchiha's blood."

"Have you not noticed that we Uchiha have been excluded from the core power circle by the village?"

Walking through the crowd, he could occasionally hear such high-spirited talk.

"Madara-sama is right! We must do something!!"

Their voices were loud, and it sounded to him like they were afraid that others wouldn't know how stupid they were.

The flames rose, rolled up these pictures, and burned them all to ashes.

"Is the power above the Sharingan the power of Uchiha Madara?"

"It's impossible. It's impossible for us to win the approval of ordinary Konoha villagers. This road is simply unworkable."

"We've all been lied to and it's only going to get worse."

The dogs with broken spines started barking again.

There was a sharp stinging sensation in his eyes, and blood poured out of his eyes as if trying to relieve the burning pain.

He saw a fire in front of him. In the light of the fire, the figure of the old man lying flat in the fire looked particularly fragile and thin.

"When I die, just burn me. I don't need a funeral."

The voice sounded at first.

The old man with gray hair and a straight back, who was so hunched before death that he seemed to be just an ordinary person, said in a difficult tone.

"You have finally come into contact with the edge of love and hate. That is the fate of Uchiha."

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"The Sharingan is an eye that only a few people in Uchiha can awaken. Among these people, feeling the strongest love and touching the most piercing hatred is the edge of taboo."

He didn't know how to answer, as if he was cursed. All Uchiha could not avoid that name, Uchiha Madara.

"Don't, be controlled by the hatred in your heart, it will make your chakra cold and make everyone stay away from you."

"Even if you become stronger in a short period of time, you will not get good results in the end. Whether it is strength, the crowd, or even yourself, it will disappear."

The flames engulfed the old man's body, and the flames danced and reflected in the yard. The image of the Uchiha fan family crest became an indelible pain in his heart.

"Uchiha Madara, is it the power of hatred?" he asked.

"No, Madara's power is much more terrifying than that. He is a person who was born with Teju Chakra, as if he was cursed. Only those who have seen him with their own eyes will know how terrifying he is. Only the Uchiha people who have seen him with their own eyes can understand what he looks like among ordinary people."

"Compared with Madara, Uchiha is like a group of ordinary ninjas, he is too special..."

What happened after that? No matter how much he recalled it at the moment, he couldn't remember it. It was as if it had never happened, just like his personal imagination.

Kagami looked up at the clouds that were cut open by Sasuke, facing the sunlight shining down from the sky, with a smile on his face.

"It seems good to die in this sunshine again..."

The heavy rain has long since stopped, and the dark clouds created by the Amaterasu fire come and go as quickly as they come, just like the pitiful glory of Uchiha.

The flames rising in the memory no longer burned on the old man's body, but seemed to burn on his own body, and a large number of debris danced with his body.

Wasn't it the old man who was lying in the flames from the beginning, but himself?

"The compatriots in Konoha are all part of my body. People in the village believe in me, and I believe in everyone. This is Naruto!"

Bathed in such sunshine, Kagami recalled what the first Hokage, Senju Hashirama once said.

It was like a second sun, a true hero, so dazzling that it was difficult to look directly at him.

He does not regret the choices he has made, and he still believes that in the hearts of such heroes, there is a place for the Uchiha clan.

But now, looking at the Hokage Mountain chopped open by Sasuke and counting the generations of Hokages engraved on it, he also understood that Konoha Village had never belonged to Uchiha.

Perhaps, this will still be the case in the future.

From the beginning, Senju was Senju, and Uchiha was Uchiha.

The power of Uchiha is love or hate. There is no choice between the two, nor can it reach the purity of Senju.

No, all this should be left to future generations to answer. As a dead person, it would be better for him not to define the meaning of Uchiha arrogantly.

Madara's power has made a comeback, and it exists in the last Uchiha. All this is so ironic to him, and history seems to have entered the next reincarnation.

It didn't matter whether he was right or wrong. Looking at Sasuke who had fallen into hatred and was wrapped in the power of darkness, he seemed to see the future of Uchiha.

"Mirror! You guy, at this time..."

Danzo's angry voice rang in his ears, and Sasuke turned around, looking at his dissipating body with a side face full of negative emotions.

"Sorry Danzo, I can't help you this time..."

The last thing that came to mind was the joy I felt when I used my pupil power to help Danzo.

Mirror, smiled and disappeared from everyone's sight, the Susanoo on his body disappeared into nothingness, a corpse transplanted with Hashirama cells fell from the air to the ground, and landed in front of Danzo's eyes.

(End of this chapter)