Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 39 They should be able to become good friends, right?

Sending Banjian to the battlefield now would be tantamount to sending him to his death.

Butsuma naturally understood this. His original intention was not to send Itama to his death, but to make him face reality.

Although he was going to the battlefield, the last bit of mercy that Butsuma had for his son was probably just to have someone follow him so that nothing would actually happen to him.

Tobirama and Hashirama, the two older brothers, were unaware of their father's excessive arrangements for Itama, and they were currently busy with their own affairs.

Inside the study, Tobirama was hunched over the table, writing and drawing...

"Hmm... if chakra is structured in this way... could it produce new effects?"

The boy muttered to himself, his jewel-like red pupils shimmering with light.

Rather than burying himself in hard training, he preferred to use his brain to study ninjutsu.

His ninjutsu talent is evident to everyone in the clan. His water jutsu is now almost top-notch in the clan, but he is only a few years old.

Through continuous improvements, Tobirama even reduced the extremely complex "Water Dragon Bullet Technique" to a technique that only requires ten hand seals to unleash.

However, he was still not entirely satisfied, believing there was room for improvement...

"Ha, I've got it! That'll do!"

As if he had suddenly discovered a new idea, a rare happy expression appeared on the boy's face. Tobirama, who usually looked cool, was actually quite cute when he smiled.

Although he was still worried about his younger brother's condition, he wouldn't waste his cultivation time.

Their eldest brother, Hashirama, is also diligently training, but lately he hasn't been able to fully concentrate on it...

He abandoned his cultivation and secretly went to the Nanhe River, where he sat quietly by the river.

I've been in a really bad mood lately...

The grief over the death of his third brother, Watama, was still fresh when this happened to his fourth brother, Itama...

Although he thought his younger brother's behavior was outrageous, he didn't think Itama was wrong.

"The one in the wrong is the father, and all the adults! Itama was just trying to save a life out of kindness..."

Hashirama began throwing pebbles, each one bouncing several times on the water's surface before finally flying to the other side.

The river reflected his figure between the pillars, the ripples from the pebbles blurring the image... just like his conflicted heart.

The murderer is righteous and awe-inspiring, while the savior is condemned by everyone. What's wrong with this world?

"hateful!"

The angrier Hashirama became, the more he thought about it, and he threw the stone in his hand hard. This time, the stone did not hit the water, but flew straight towards the opposite bank.

Snapped--

It didn't sound like a pebble hitting the ground. Hashirama looked up and his previously distressed expression instantly brightened.

On the opposite bank, a black-haired boy with spiky hair caught the stone that Hashirama threw at him and looked at Hashirama with a smile.

"What's wrong, Hashirama? Are you in a bad mood?"

The boy was Ban, who had just finished his training. He learned of his father's bizarre decision to send his younger brother to the battlefield for "training," and got angry and had a fight with his father at home.

However, it was clear that it had no effect other than taking two major battles.

He understood his father's concerns to some extent, but he still couldn't accept that his younger brother, at such a young age, would have to witness those cruel scenes...

Upon hearing Madara's question, Hashirama reluctantly tossed aside the pebble in his hand, then leaped across the water to the other side.

The two boys didn't speak, but just smiled at each other and simultaneously threw punches at each other's fists.

bang——

The pain in their hands sent a signal to their brains, and both of them had used a lot of force.

However, after exchanging punches, Hashirama and Madara suddenly burst into laughter...

"Haha, I feel much better now!"

"That's right, I really need to vent..."

The two sat by the river, chatting idly about the unpleasant things that had happened to their families. Although Hashirama concealed many details, Madara could still detect his unhappiness in his voice...

Ban, too, quietly expressed her worries about her younger brother.

Quite by mutual understanding, they were both deliberately avoiding topics related to each other's families. In fact... they were both deliberately trying not to think about those things.

"Hashirama, if we ever really establish a village, you must make sure our two younger brothers get along well!"

When talking about his younger brother, Ban's expression is always so happy.

Hashirama nodded. Although he had already lost his third brother, he absolutely, positively could not let anything happen to his two remaining brothers.

"I understand. We both have two younger brothers now, and I hope they can become good friends too..."

Although Hashirama was somewhat airheaded, it wasn't difficult for him to vaguely guess the other person's family background; it was just that the two of them deliberately avoided...

Anyway, as long as you don't say it out loud, don't think about it, and don't get confirmation from someone in person, then this matter doesn't exist!

Hashirama felt much better after sitting and chatting with Madara for a long time in the afternoon.

His expression was always written on his face, and Madara was happy to observe Hashirama's somewhat round face as he made various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

That's interesting...

Looking at the sky, Hashirama stood up reluctantly: "It's getting late! I have to go back! Next time...next time we'll play together again!"

"Well, I should go back and pick up my brother..." Madara replied casually.

Although they both knew there might not be a next time, they always made a promise to meet again when they parted...

This was the only hope in the hearts of the young people during this chaotic Warring States period.

Of course, if there's a next time...

......

In the Uchiha clan compound, at the clan head's house... Tajima had just finished work and was sitting in the living room drinking tea.

"Ban, you've been going out a lot more often lately..." Seeing her son returning home so late again, she was somewhat puzzled...

Could it be that the two big fights he had before leaving made Madara angry? The thing is, I didn't even use my full strength... and this situation seems to have been going on for a while.

Ban used to finish training early and go home, then do his younger brother's laundry, quickly take a shower, and go straight to pick up Yan Yi. Why is it that lately...?

Hearing his father's sudden question, Ban was startled...

"Ah, it's nothing, Father. I was just feeling down lately and went to clear my head..." Madara replied casually, making up an excuse.

Without explaining anything to his father, he ran straight into the bathroom and started showering...

"Phew...looks like I'll have to tone it down a bit lately." Madara braced his hands against the wall, letting the water soak his entire body.

Despite his young age, his physique, honed through years of training, is remarkably well-proportioned...

Ban quickly finished his shower and was about to go pick up his younger brother when his father's voice rang out behind him again.

"Ban... I know you're worried about your brother, but I had no other choice but to do this. You shouldn't be distracted by this."

There was a hint of melancholy in Tajima's voice. Of course, he wouldn't want his favorite youngest son to go to the battlefield.

"I will protect him..."

Ban casually responded and turned to leave the house.