Death I am Madara Uchiha

Matsumoto gathered his hands together, looked up at the blue sky, and prayed sincerely.

Five years have passed, and she has also transformed from a petite and weak little fart child into a beautiful girl. Due to her development, her height was already comparable to Ichimaru’s, and the two stood side by side in front of the big tree, their delicate little faces full of worry.

On the blue sky, white clouds float, like towers that always guide the lost traveler.

The thoughts buried in the heart, constantly walking on the clouds in the air, are not only mixed with sunlight, but also mixed with tears that will eventually pass.

Whose sorrow is wrapped in the clouds that pass with the wind, and whose figure is hidden in the heart that falls with the rain?

The figure that once brought the feeling of “home”, the figure that once made the two down-and-out imps find a dependency, the great figure that stood tall against the sky.

Just like the happy harbor that the lost sailing ship yearns for, it will always be the warmest haven no matter when and wherever you are.

The wind never stays, time never stands still, and the clouds only decorate the blue sky.

There was nothing to do about the parting, and the only thing that could be done was to look forward to the return of the lost.

Pray, wait…

Until the aimless clouds re-condensed with the breeze. Only in this way can we unknowingly grasp the “fate” that has been blown apart

Ichimaru Silver rarely opened his eyes, changing his previous squinting appearance. There was an inexplicable glint in his pale blue eyes. Once upon a time, he looked forward to the moment when he and Uchiha met in the thirteenth team of the Gotei.

Unfortunately, expectations have become extravagance.

Only by praying for a miracle can the expected scene be reproduced.

It’s just that if miracles really exist, then this cruel world will not have so much sadness.

Miracles do not exist, and believing in miracles is tantamount to admitting despair.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Madara, I will kill that man with my own power. Whether it’s for the sake of chaos, or for the sake of our original agreement. ”

Ichimaru Silver was determined, and squinted his eyes again, like a cunning fox that people couldn’t see. He patted Matsumoto on the shoulder comfortingly and whispered, “Let’s go, it’s already dark, let’s go back.” If Mr. Madara saw Chaoju’s sad look, he would probably be unhappy too. ”

“Hmm… Let’s go back. ”

Matsumoto nodded stubbornly, and after gazing at the sky reluctantly, he finally turned around and followed Ichimaru Gin’s footsteps and left the place.

Tap-da-da…

The two of them were so worried that even their steps became heavy. What used to be a short journey that could be covered at once has become extremely long.

Every step is like stepping through a long era, leaving every footprint accompanied by reluctance, as if making a final prayer.

Rustle…

Gradually, the two of them got in, causing a movement. But just as they were about to step out of the edge of the woods, before the raised feet of the volley could step down, another voice suddenly sounded.

Sting!

A shrill sound rang out and spread to every corner of the woods.

“This voice…”

Ichimaru Silver and Matsumoto Ranju stopped at the same time, looked at each other in amazement, and then suddenly turned around and ran towards the rear with heavy breaths.

His eyes were red, and a strong color of anticipation appeared in the depths of his pupils.

Constant running, constant chasing, across the dense jungle, just to cling to that glimmer of hope.

Running figure, with thoughts back many years.

At that time, Ichimaru Silver and Matsumoto Ranju, who were collecting wood in this wilderness area, heard the sound of the sky tearing in the distance that they hurried behind the woods.

That action, as if it was the result of heaven’s predestination, also caused the three people who had not intersected to establish a bond.

At this time, a strong premonition emerged in the hearts of Ichimaru Silver and Matsumoto Ranju. As soon as they return to their original place, they can see the figure of concern.

Sure enough, just after Ichimaru Silver and Matsumoto ran out of the woods, a huge crack happened to open in the blue sky.

Sting…

The sky tore and black cavities appeared. Immediately afterwards, a mighty figure stepped out of it.

Uchiha Madara!

“Really… It’s really Mr. Madara! ”

At this moment, Matsumoto and Ichimaru Silver stood in place at the same time, unable to believe their eyes. They even thought they were hallucinating.

Matsumoto stared at Madara for a long time, waves of emotion welled up from his heart, tears came out of his eyes, bitter tears slipped down his nose, flowed along his cheeks, and finally dripped onto the white plain skirt.

The tears of longing were out of control like a torrent of breaking embankments, Matsumoto Messy Juchu wept pitifully, and she stretched out her arm and tried to touch Madara’s figure through the air.

In the end, the thoughts that had been deposited for five years turned into a cry that resounded in every corner.

“Mr. Ban…”

Although this cry was not loud, it contained all of Matsumoto’s thoughts about Uchiha Madara, and even inadvertently touched Ichimaru Gin’s heart.

The shouts continued to pass, streaked through the air, and finally reached Uchiha’s ears.

Uchiha stepped out of the black cavity and floated in the air, and when he saw the two figures rushing towards him, a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“Little ghosts… It’s you! ”

Uchiha looked at the poor Matsumoto Chaju, and came to her in an instant.

At a short distance, Matsumoto couldn’t cry. She ran desperately ahead. Finally came to Madara’s side, his immature hands tightly hugged Madara’s tall figure, and tears fell.

Uchiha stopped, stroked Chaoju’s head with his palm, and smiled: “Chaoju, don’t be sad, I’m back!” ”

Matsumoto buried his head and cried, hugging Madara’s body tightly, unwilling to let go for a moment. She was afraid that when she let go again, it would all turn into a dream.

Sometimes, if you want to leave no regrets, the only way to do is to seize the opportunity! _

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