Look Into My Eyes and Tell Me Honestly: Am I Handsome or Not?

Madara Uchiha stared at Hashirama Senju's corpse as images flickered through his mind like a lantern reel.

During the Warring States period, two boys stood beside a clear river.

"Madara, let's build a village together someday." Hashirama spoke with longing in his voice. "A place where children no longer have to go to war, where the hatred between clans can be completely erased!"

The day Konoha was founded.

The two stood atop the newly completed Hokage Rock.

"Madara, look!" Hashirama spread his arms wide. "This is the village we built together. The dream we had as children has finally come true!"

During their days living like cavemen in the Shinobi World.

"Madara, I want you to meet a kid. The food he makes is seriously delicious!"

Hashirama sat before the campfire, gesturing animatedly as he spoke.

"I'm sure you'll like that kid once you meet him!"

Inside a mansion in the Land of Iron.

"Madara, can't you give up the Moon Eye Plan?"

Hashirama's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"That isn't real peace! We can find another way together, just like when we built Konoha together!"

The scene returned to just moments ago.

Hashirama lay in his chair, looking at him as he murmured softly.

"Madara, it looks like I won't be able to sunbathe with you anymore."

In the final image, Hashirama tried to reach out and grasp his wrist, but his hand fell limply halfway there.

"Hashirama."

Madara Uchiha gave a self-mocking smile, his tone somewhat helpless.

"You really are too full of yourself."

In his original plan, even if Hashirama died, he could use the Outer Path — Samsara of Heavenly Life Technique to revive him.

Yet he had never expected that Hashirama would refuse to come back to life.

He had never considered