The initial conversation was restrained.
Wood Clone directly raised the core appeal.
End the influence of Indra and Asura Chakra on the reincarnated person, and cut off the fate of Shackles.
Asura patiently explained the "guidance" and "resonance" mechanisms inherited by Chakra, emphasizing that its original intention is to protect and inherit, not to force and control.
Hashirama was listening on the sidelines, sometimes nodding, sometimes pondering, and occasionally interjecting to ask for details. The atmosphere was actually as peaceful as an academic discussion.
However, as the topic deepened and the essence of "village", "companion", "bond" and "choice" were touched upon, Hashirama's expression began to change.
When Asura explained his philosophy from his thousand-year-old, almost Shinobi World Deva Path-like perspective, and revealed that this philosophy has subtly influenced the value judgments of successive reincarnations through his own Chakra...
Hashirama was stunned at first.
The smile on his face disappeared little by little, his brows were knitted tightly, and his eyes were full of confusion, memories, and gradually rising...
A kind of shock and anger at being controlled by an invisible hand in the key decisions of life.
He suddenly turned his head to look at Asura, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he choked.
Suddenly, without any warning, he started to giggle. The laughter was not as heroic as before but very hollow, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
He laughed a few times, then stopped abruptly, and his face instantly returned to seriousness, even gloomier than before.
Madara next to him narrowed his eyes, and Minato and others also noticed the violent fluctuations in Hashirama's mood.
Then, just when Asura tried to explain the difference between "guidance" and "force" in a gentler tone.
"Enough!"
A low roar that was suppressed to the extreme and finally broke out rushed out from the depths of Hashirama's throat.
Immediately afterwards, at a moment when no one, including Asura, who was very close at hand, could not fully react, Hashirama's fist, which contained terrifying power, had hit Asura's face solidly and hard.
Bang--!!!
A dull crash sounded, Asura's head jerked to one side, and a few strands of brown hair flew up.
He was not knocked away, but a punch mark was clearly visible on his face.
"You are not me."
Hashirama maintained his punching posture, his chest rising and falling violently, and his eyes, which were always gentle and even a little out of line, were burning with unprecedented anger and pain at this moment.
"What makes you think I would think that way?
Why should you use your thoughts to control my choices?"
He jerked his fist back, his fingers turning white from the force.
"It's not because we have a village that we have relatives and friends."
Hashirama's voice was like a wounded lion, shaking the surrounding pale space.
"A village is created when relatives and friends gather together, trust each other, support each other, and want to protect everything they cherish together.
The village is the result, Vessel, and an extension of 'home', but it has never been and should not be a cold 'righteousness' that overrides every family member!"
He stared hard at Asura, who had been punched by him but was still wiping the corner of his mouth in silence, and then suddenly turned his head to look at Madara Uchiha not far away, his eyes filled with the sting and guilt of sudden realization.
"No wonder... no wonder, Madara!"
Hashirama's voice was trembling, "No wonder the older we get, the further we travel, and the deeper our differences become...
I would actually say... say that bastard thing!"
He clearly recalled in his mind that on the eve of Valley of the End, when he faced Madara's question, he said the words that made him feel a chill, but he was driven by some "natural" emotion:
"If you threaten the village, not even your brothers, not your friends, not even my children will forgive you."
When he said this, his heart was full of determination to protect Konoha, but deep down in his heart, wasn't there a trace of confusion and uneasiness about this "absolute"?
Now it seems that how much of that "naturalness" and that "absolute rightness" of putting the village above all personal emotions stems from his Hashirama Senju's true belief.
How much of it is affected by the silent influence of the Chakra belonging to "Asura" in the body, the overly idealistic or even rigid "collective will" that has accumulated for thousands of years?
And does this influence also inadvertently intensify the fundamental conflict between him and Madara?
Indra's thoughts are also affecting Madara?
"The thoughts of you and your brother Indra...
Your thousand-year unresolved struggle..."
Hashirama is approaching Asura step by step. Every time he speaks a word, Chakra in his body surges uncontrollably, and the terrifying pressure belonging to "God of Shinobi" begins to spread.
"Why... should it be imposed on us latecomers?
Why should you use your unfinished cause and effect to distort our lives, define our bonds, and even... determine our opposition?"
He almost shouted the last sentence.
Before he finished speaking, Hashirama was like a furious thunder, rushing forward again,
It was no longer the unexpected punch just now, but a Taijutsu combo like a violent storm.
Fist, palm strike, elbow strike, knee strike... Each strike contains the terrifying power to crush Rock, with the confusion, anger and manipulated humiliation that he has accumulated for decades, poured out on Asura.
Asura did not fight back, but relied on his exquisite force-removing skills and his powerful Yang Release attainments to withstand it. The figure kept retreating and blocking under Hashirama's violent attacks, and shallow pits were stepped on the pale ground.
"Hashirama."
Mito, who was worried about her husband, couldn't help but speak out. Sealing Jutsu's light lit up in her hands, but she didn't know how to intervene in this angry explosion stemming from the collapse of her concept.
Madara glanced at Mito and then stood there, turned around and looked at Hashirama who looked like a mad tiger and beat up Sage of Six Paths's son. The light in Rinnegan flashed violently.
He pursed his lips tightly and did not step forward or stop her.
Hashirama's words were like a key, opening up some dusty doubts in his heart about past differences.
It turns out that he, Madara Uchiha, is not only obsessed with clan and power. It turns out that the almost twisted "Will of Fire" behind Hashirama does not come entirely from his own heart...
Wood Clone stood up slowly, Six-Tomoe Rinnegan quietly watched this unexpected internal strife.
He didn't intervene, just clenched his fists.
The outbreak of Hashirama just confirmed the necessity for him to cut off his fate.
Even a strong person like Hashirama Senju may be unknowingly affected by the cause and effect of this thousand years and make decisions that will cause pain to himself in the future, let alone others?
Under the pale sky of Pure Land, First Hokage's angry beating of Sage of Six Paths's son was not only a clash of forces, but also a fierce resistance to "arranged fate" and a tragic cry of "self-will".
The shadow of Thousand-Year Cycle was torn apart bloodyly at this moment.