I Am Only Hashirama, Not Asura!

Hashirama and Tobirama fell silent at the same time.

The Valley of the End was a devastated ruin, its severed river winding slowly around broken rocks. The two statues that had once symbolized the fated opposition between the Senju clan and the Uchiha Clan were now both badly damaged.

Yet the shock in the two brothers' hearts was far greater than the destruction of this valley.

Madara Uchiha was Indra's reincarnation.

Hashirama was Asura's reincarnation.

The Senju clan and the Uchiha Clan had fought for a thousand years, with countless clansmen dying on both sides. It turned out they were not two unrelated bloodlines slaughtering one another out of hatred.

They were the descendants of the Sage of Six Paths' two sons, dragged into an endless cycle by a destiny that spanned millennia.

Hashirama lowered his head and looked at his hands.

These hands had once founded Konoha. They had also held kunai and killed countless Uchiha shinobi.

"So that's how it is..."

His voice was low.

"When Madara and I first met, it felt as if we had known each other for a long time."

"We clearly came from two clans that had slaughtered each other for generations. We had clearly been taught from childhood that we had to kill one another. Yet when I saw him, I never truly regarded him as an enemy."

Tobirama's face darkened, but he did not refute him.

He recalled how his elder brother had met Madara Uchiha in childhood. He recalled how Hashirama had argued with the clan time and again for Madara's sake. He recalled even more clearly the final battle in the Valley of the End, which had nearly shattered the entire Land of Fire.

In the past, he had always believed his elder brother was too naive, while Madara