First Meeting with Senju Hashirama

That remark almost convinced Uchiha Madara he was losing his mind.

The Dance King was probably incredibly shaken right now. If the timing were right, he would absolutely rush off to share it with his buddies.

"I really didn't misjudge you," the young Madara said excitedly, patting his shoulder.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he left Kyoto with a "Wait for me" and returned to his own camp.

As the Clan Head's son and the future controller of the Uchiha, Madara-sama also had a troop at his beck and call.

He and Kyosuke would depart together in a week to resist the increasingly aggressive Uzumaki Clan.

"It seems Tajima will soon realize his son's abnormality."

"No, to be precise, he's probably already alerted now, just not at the point of taking action yet."

While lost in thought, a rapid whistling sound suddenly came from afar.

Looking up, a glint flashed in Kyosuke's eyes. He raised his arm and easily caught the incoming object.

It was a long sword in its scabbard. Drawing the sharp blade, the sword body emitted a chilling glow under the moonlight.

Chakra stirred slightly, and a faint blue fluorescence immediately permeated it – the unique manifestation of Chakra visualization.

Normally, metal weapons like Kunai could also conduct Chakra.

However, the transmission rate was very low. If ten percent of Chakra was output, less than twenty percent would actually be used.

Therefore, few people did this; the cost-effectiveness was too low.

If a special metal with a high transmission rate could be found, the power of Chakra attachment could be greatly increased.

For example, the weapon in his hand had an astonishing transmission rate of sixty percent.

As long as there was a little research into the path of nature transformation, it could be perfectly displayed.

Perhaps it couldn't increase Kyosuke's power ceiling, but it could greatly enhance his basic combat power.

Simply put, it would be much easier for him to deal with ninja of the same level in the future.

Those weaker than him could be defeated as easily as cutting vegetables.

His overall combat power had significantly improved, helping him conserve strength in battle.

He couldn't just use Body Flicker Technique and Chidori alternately on everyone he met, could he? No amount of Chakra would be enough.

"Thanks." He accepted the weapon without politeness, considering it Madara's return gift.

Ideological education also came with a price.

From a distance, Uchiha Madara, clad in armor, walked over step by step.

Hearing the insincere thanks, he smiled faintly and said, "You don't have to thank me. My father ordered me to retrieve this weapon from the clan's treasury."

The Uchiha treasury. Kyosuke's expression shifted slightly; that place was a treasure trove filled with countless artifacts.

Madara couldn't have just gone there to get a weapon for him.

He scrutinized Madara up and down with suspicion. Only when the Dance King became stiff did he slowly withdraw his gaze.

Phew~ Uchiha Madara let out a long breath, feeling as if he had been seen through.

After visiting the family treasury, he naturally wouldn't return empty-handed.

In fact, Kyosuke's arrival had already changed many things.

In the original plot, Madara's strength overshadowed his peers. Even though he never slacked off, his drive to become stronger was always somewhat lacking.

Now, stimulated by Kyosuke, he felt an unprecedented tension.

He had to train hard to improve his strength, diligently develop his Kekkei Genkai, and not fall behind in weaponry either.

After visiting the treasury, he quickly chose a gift for Kyosuke, and then began rummaging through chests and cabinets to find divine weapons.

Finally, the legendary, generation-spanning ninja tool, the "Uchiha Gunbai," was born about six or seven years ahead of schedule.

Subconsciously touching the storage scroll at his waist, Uchiha Madara coughed lightly and quickly found an excuse to run off.

Kyosuke, feeling a bit puzzled, decided to give up trying to figure it out and thought about going to find Izuna, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, for a chat.

That night, intense sounds were reportedly heard frequently from the second young master's training ground.

The clan members marveled at how hardworking Uchiha Izuna was, training diligently so late at night.

Little did they know, Izuna had become a punching bag, serving as Kyosuke's practice dummy.

After Kyosuke left, satisfied, the bruised and swollen young man could only lick his wounds alone.

"You bastard, one day I'll surpass you."

"And Big Brother too. I, Izuna, am the most talented one."

If Kyosuke heard these bold words, he would definitely regret hitting Izuna too hard.

Had his brain been damaged as well?

The next day, with nothing better to do, Kyosuke prepared to find Madara for a rematch.

Izuna was too weak; he couldn't fight to his heart's content. It was much more exhilarating to fight the Dance King.

When he knocked on the door, the butler informed him that the Young Clan Head had gone into the mountains to train early that morning.

"There's something fishy going on," Kyosuke narrowed his eyes and followed the clue.

In the mountains, beside a small stream.

The young Madara was idly skipping stones, his mind filled with Kyosuke's words.

"It really is a good way to resolve conflict, but unfortunately, Father would never agree."

"But it doesn't matter, as long as Kyosuke and I are here, true peace will definitely be achieved in the future."

As he thought, Madara suddenly felt the urge to urinate and unfastened his pants to relieve himself into the river.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him without a sound.

"Hey~"

The stream of urine instantly stopped. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't continue.

"Hashirama!!!"

Ignoring his companion's roar, the honest-looking youth with bowl-cut hair looked at him with surprise. "Madara, it seems you weren't lying. It really does stop forcefully."

"I told you, I'm the type of person who can't pee when someone's around. You damn idiot!"

"I had to see it for myself to believe it~"

After a long period of bickering, the two finally returned to normal, and Madara took the opportunity to recount Kyosuke's idea.

"Resolving hatred through time," Hashirama's eyes lit up, feeling a sense of finding a kindred spirit.

In the past, he had been vaguely pursuing it, not even sure if achieving peace was possible.

He hadn't expected that Madara's clan member would have such insight.

Rubbing his hands nervously, Hashirama really wanted to meet that person in person, even though he knew it would be a great risk.

Neither he nor Madara were fools; everyone understood many things tacitly.

If an outsider were to interfere, Hashirama feared it would ruin the hard-won friendship.

While agonizing inwardly, the bowl-cut youth's expression suddenly tightened, and he turned to look at the woods behind him.

Two seconds later, Uchiha Madara also sensed something and became wary.

From the shadows of the forest, Uchiha Kyosuke, clad in a black combat suit, emerged step by step.

Seeing this, Madara relaxed slightly. It wasn't his father, so it was fine.

But he quickly tensed up again because Kyosuke's footsteps never stopped.

Placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, he activated his Sharingan and stared intently at the suddenly pale Senju Hashirama.

The next second, the blade was already close to him.