Hashirama and Madara fell silent for a while before Hashirama spoke first.
"It's been so long since we sat down and talked like this."
He sat right down in front of Madara, a little wooden stool appearing beneath his backside. It was the same kind the old ladies at the village entrance used, and it looked a little out of place with his clothes.
"Heh. Talk? About what?"
Madara gave a few cold laughs as he looked at Hashirama before him, then openly closed his eyes.
"Madara, don't be like this."
Hashirama said.
"Hashirama, you've already won. Hurry up and seal me."
Madara did not open his eyes. The complicated look in them would betray his inner feelings.
"Madara, you know what I'm thinking."
"How could I possibly know if you don't tell me?"
"Because you're my closest friend!"
"Enough! Hashirama! Stop being so naive!"
"Madara! Why won't you just talk to me a little more!"
"Talk? How am I supposed to talk to you! We're different!"
"How are we different! We once shared the same dream!"
"Heh. I have no family, no friends. Even you ended up taking a different path from me!"
Madara opened his eyes. Naruto could see anger, disdain, and... a very small trace of resentment in them.
Well, for some reason, Naruto kept feeling that his teacher and Madara were like a young couple having a fight after falling out.
"Madara! But in my heart, you've always been my most important, closest friend!"
Yep, Hashirama used Sincerity is the ultimate move.
It was super effective.
Madara's brows lowered, and his gaze shifted to the ground.
"Hmph. I have nothing to say."
He turned his head away, no longer meeting Hashirama's burning gaze.
Hashirama pressed his advantage, reaching out to turn Madara's face back toward him