"How did the fish taste?"
Uchiha Madara smiled, looked at the familiar figure beside him, and nodded in satisfaction. "It was truly delicious. There is hardly any food in this world that tastes better than this fish!"
Senju Hashirama burst into laughter. Shaking his head gently, he said, "I know my own cooking skills. There's no oil, salt, or seasoning here—nothing at all. Just fish from a clear stream and a campfire. How good could the fish possibly turn out?"
Uchiha Madara looked earnestly into Senju Hashirama's eyes. "No. In my heart, the fish you grilled really is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten in my life." He paused, then suddenly asked, "You... us... what exactly happened between us in the past? Why do I feel both familiarity and closeness whenever I see you?"
Senju Hashirama picked up another skewered fish that had finished grilling and handed it to Uchiha Madara. "Did you finish that one? I have another here. I'm actually full already, so if you're still hungry, eat this one too."
Uchiha Madara accepted the fish gratefully and took huge bites again, quickly finishing this one as well.
Wiping his mouth, he laughed. "What delicious fish! Senju Hashirama, have you always lived by this little river? What about your parents? What do they do?"
Senju Hashirama raised his head, his sharp gaze fixed on Uchiha Madara. "Them? They're both ninja... Uchiha Madara, you clearly know all this, so why...?"
Uchiha Madara clutched his head in agony. "I don't know... I really don't know why. I can't remember anything. This place obviously feels familiar, but I just don't know where it is. And you—I feel an incredible familiarity and closeness toward you too, but I just can't remember who you are to me... A friend? How close were