Hashirama Senju

When he opened his eyes again, Uchiha Qile felt a burning pain radiating from around his mouth. Even his head felt dizzy, with sharp, intermittent throbs of pain.

He shifted his body, slowly sitting up from the bed, his gaze sweeping across the unfamiliar surroundings with a mix of confusion and vigilance.

The room was spacious and bright, but the furnishings and decorative style were vastly different from the residence in his memories.

Just as he was feeling lost, a lithe figure quietly pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Upon seeing Uchiha Qile sitting on the edge of the bed, the person immediately wore a look of reverence. She hurriedly bowed and asked in a soft, respectful tone, "Young Master Uchiha Qile, how are you feeling? Is there any discomfort?"

Hearing himself addressed as "Young Master," Uchiha Qile was stunned. He subconsciously scratched the back of his head, his face full of bewilderment. "Young Master? What is going on here? Where am I? And who are you?"

Facing Uchiha Qile's barrage of questions, the person remained unhurried and humble, explaining in a soft voice, "Young Master Uchiha Qile, this is the Clan Head's residence. The Clan Head has ordered that you are to reside here from now on. My name is Yeling, and I have been tasked by the Clan Head to attend to your daily needs."

Uchiha Qile stared at the girl, who appeared to be around ten years old. Her features were delicate, her voice as soft as a breeze through willow branches, but what caught his attention most was her light yellow hair.

Needless to say, one could tell just by her appearance that even if this girl was born into the Uchiha clan, her bloodline had likely been diluted over many generations.

It was well known that the most prominent traits of the Uchiha clan were handsome men and beautiful women, all possessing jet-black, lustrous hair.

In terms of hair alone, Yeling clearly did not fit the mold.

"Then... why am I here?" Uchiha Qile asked, his face full of suspicion.

Shouldn't he be by the lakeside, testing his... talent with Madara!?

Hearing Uchiha Qile's inquiry, Yeling hurriedly replied, "I am truly sorry, Young Master Uchiha Qile. I only received the Clan Head's orders to come here this morning, so I am indeed unclear about your situation. However, the Clan Head is currently in the front hall entertaining a guest, and he specifically instructed that if you woke up, you should go there to find him."

"Oh?" Uchiha Qile's interest was instantly piqued. A guest that Madara would personally entertain could only be... that blockhead, right?

Thinking of this, Uchiha Qile felt a surge of excitement. Unable to suppress his impulse, he flipped off the bed.

However, the moment his feet touched the ground, he couldn't help but shiver. At the same time, he realized his legs felt somewhat weak...

This sensation reminded him of...

The first time he ate meat...

Yeling, who had been keeping a close eye on Uchiha Qile, noticed his body sway after he landed and immediately looked worried. She asked with concern, "Would you like to rest here a little longer? You still look quite weak."

Uchiha Qile waved her off dismissively and said, "It's fine, just lead the way." With that, he urged Yeling to get moving.

Seeing Uchiha Qile's firm attitude, Yeling said no more, nodded gently, and replied, "Very well, please follow me."

Along the way, the two turned several corners and crossed a courtyard.

As they drew closer to their destination, Uchiha Qile heard a hearty, slightly naive laugh coming from not far away. Just by hearing that laugh, Uchiha Qile instantly knew his guess was correct!

Facing Uchiha Qile's sudden arrival, Madara maintained his usual indifferent expression. However, if one looked closely, a faint trace of a smile could be caught in his slightly raised brows, indicating that he was in a very good mood.

At this moment, Hashirama Senju, who was sitting opposite Madara, casually lifted a corner of his robe with one hand while clutching dice in the other. When he noticed Uchiha Qile, he froze.

"Huh?" Hashirama let out a sound of surprise, his face full of confusion. He widened his eyes, looking at Uchiha Qile in disbelief.

There was a child in Madara's house?

Suddenly, as if Hashirama had thought of something shocking, his expression changed drastically, and he stared at Madara in total disbelief.

He opened his mouth wide and stammered, "Madara! You actually..."

As for what kind of scenario he had imagined, no one else could possibly know.

Hearing Hashirama's nonsensical remark, Madara was stunned for a moment before reacting, unable to help but snap, "You idiot!"

Although Madara couldn't know exactly what was going through Hashirama's mind, it wasn't hard to guess from his exaggerated expression and words that the guy was definitely letting his imagination run wild again.

"Lord Hokage, I am Uchiha Qile. I am the Clan Head's... uh, well... I suppose I'm his nephew?" Uchiha Qile scratched his head, looking uncertain.

To be honest, he wasn't even sure of his exact relation to Madara.

Hearing this, Hashirama, who had been playing with the dice, looked up. A flicker of curiosity crossed his eyes as he stared at Uchiha Qile for a long moment before turning his gaze to Madara.

After a while, Hashirama rested his chin on his hand, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.

Just when it seemed he might offer some profound conclusion, his expression turned extremely serious, and he stated solemnly, "Judging by your looks alone, you are much cuter than Madara was as a child."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a shout filled with irritation echoed through the room—"Hashirama Senju!"

As soon as Madara's voice rang out, Hashirama, who had been deep in thought, jumped as if startled, his body jolting, but he immediately threw his head back and burst into a hearty, booming laugh.

Watching this dramatic scene, even Uchiha Qile couldn't help but feel speechless.

Is this really the legendary God of Shinobi?

It's truly hard to imagine!