"I still remember that at that time, the three of us were children, and we didn't understand anything, but we spoke bold words to bring peace to the world. To be honest, even I didn't expect a day of success at that time. Now I think about it, it's really like a different life."

Chiju Hashirama laughed loudly, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then coughed violently. The blood couldn't stop him from recalling the past.

Xuan glanced at the blood on the ground, didn't say anything, poured him a glass of wine, and chuckled, "Yes, I still remember when I first met, your hairstyle was really inferior."

Chiju Hashirama drank the wine in one sip and was already drunk. He heard this and said angrily: "You Uchiha's strange head shape also has the face to laugh at me. At least my head shape is still in the range of a normal person. What's going on with that hedgehog-like head shape?"

Xuan laughed loudly, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and shrugged, "That's not me."

From the beginning of chatting in a low voice to the present, the two seemed to be back to the days when they first started to build Konoha together.

That was the most trusted time in the three people. Everyone worked hard for the dream of a village, and any difficulties and obstacles could be overcome. Unfortunately, after the village was established, their path gradually drifted farther and farther until the outbreak of the End Valley.

The two of them had a loud voice. They should have quarreled with people outside, but surprisingly, there was a silence outside and no noise came.

Hashirama smiled for a while, coughed violently, and sat on the couch to raise his glass, "Since you left, I have always recalled my life, I feel no regrets, I am close to thirty, and in the previous Warring States Period, I was beyond the average age, so what else could I feel inseparable. But the only thing I feel owed is your Uchiha brothers. I regard you as brothers and the people in the village as family, but in the end, I chose to break up with you for the sake of the village. Every time I think of this, my heart is cut off."

Xuan shook his head and stood up, went to the window to look at the leaves, stretched out with one hand, the cold wind wrapped in snowflakes falling from his fingertips, and quickly melted under body temperature.

"Koye is a beautiful village, a testimony to our original dreams. Of course, it is your dream now. After all, the road is chosen by yourself. No one is sorry to anyone. If you think so, we will not appreciate it."

"Haha, it's really your style." Hashima smiled, with a slightly confused expression. "You are right. You and Madara are both very independent people. You must not have a temporary idea of ​​leaving, but I can't understand the reason for your departure. Madara said, you are pursuing true peace. Now I'm about to die. Can you tell me what the so-called true peace is? I've always been curious."

Xuan turned around and looked at him, his expression was very sincere, with the most sincere inquiries, just like when we first met.

Xuan thought for a while and grinned, "This, I'll tell you when we meet next time."

"Meet next time?" Chiju Hashirama was slightly stunned and looked at himself. How could he have another time in this state?

Then, he thought Xuan had something else, and stopped asking, and said with a smile: "Then I'll wait underground. In a hundred years, I'll wait for you to give me the answer."

Xuan did not explain specifically, but looked down at his right heart, "Don't you suppress it yourself?"

Senju Hashirama's breathing began to pant quickly, and he put the glass to his mouth. His hands raising the glass began to tremble slightly, and the sake splashed constantly, but he still insisted on drinking it.

His face became paler, and Chiju Hashirama showed a smile and shook his head, tearing the sick robe above him. He saw a shocking wound on the lower side of his right heart mouth. After six years, it has not healed and looks similar to a new wound.

At the wound, there was a black chakra tangle/wind, which ordinary people could not see, but Xuan looked at San Gouyu and could see clearly.

These black chakras spread throughout the body through the wound, and had already soaked Senju Hashirama's entire body. In this case, no one could save him.

"Why are you doing this?" In a silent manner, Xuan shook his head and sighed. He knew that although these cursed Yin-Escape Chakras were troublesome, if Hashirama had the intention, in six years, there were countless opportunities to allow him to calmly eliminate them.

Things will develop to this point, and there is only one explanation, that is, Hashirama himself insists on seeking death.

The breath of Senju Hashirama became weaker and weaker, and the wine glass slid down in his hands, making a crisp sound on the ground.

His eyes gradually became blurred, and when he looked at Xuan's figure, his body began to blur, his body was light, but it was completely different from being drunk, and an unknown fear enveloped his heart.

"Is this the feeling of death coming? It really makes people feel uncomfortable." At this time, Chihou Hashirama could still chuckle on the corners of his mouth.

Feeling his vitality passing by, Hashimara's breathing began to be unhappy. Taking advantage of the last time, he suddenly asked, "Cheng...you, tell me, are you... 'owl'?"

He was already on the verge of death, his consciousness was quickly blurred, but a little obsession in his heart supported him to ask this sentence, even if it was intermittently.

Qian looked at Hashimara who was dying, and no sound came.

Hashirama felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he had reached the point where he could not open it.

"yes!"

Just when Hashima thought that Gen couldn't answer, a voice sounded, and Hashima felt relieved, his eyes were truly closed, but he was already dead. However, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Thank you, Xuan, at the end, I didn’t let me leave with doubts, so that was enough.

...

Looking at Chishou Hashirama who had completely closed his eyes, Ken's heart felt like a five-flavor bottle was overturned. Even he himself didn't know what it felt like at this moment.

He took two steps forward and looked at the relief of Hashirama Senju's expression, he sighed deeply, and a tear slid across the corner of his eyes.

"Farewell, Chiju Hashirama, goodbye, first-generation Naruto, goodbye, my old friend. We will see you again in more than sixty years."

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Chapter completed!