Fantasy Harem Mature Martial Arts Romance Ecchi Xuanhuan Comedy

Read Daily Updated Light Novel, Web Novel, Chinese Novel, Japanese And Korean Novel Online.

Naruto: New Adventures (Web Novel) - Chapter 177 Roots of the Leaf, Part 5

Chapter 177 Roots of the Leaf, Part 5

This chapter is updated by JustRead.pl

Hashirama moved quickly through the hallways of the Hokage’s residence, his footsteps purposeful but heavy. Despite his resolve, an uneasy feeling gnawed at him. The clash with the Uchiha dissidents and the tension with Madara left an unsettling void in the foundation of Konohagakure. He knew he had to act, to find a way to heal the fractures spreading through the village.

Hashirama entered a quiet chamber where Tobirama was waiting, surrounded by maps of Konohagakure and its outlying regions. His brother looked up as Hashirama entered, his face serious.

“Have you spoken to Madara since the council meeting?” Tobirama asked, his tone flat but expectant.

Hashirama shook his head. “No. He’s withdrawn into himself, avoiding me… avoiding everyone. I’ve never seen him like this, Tobirama.”

Tobirama crossed his arms, his expression darkening. “Madara is dangerous, Brother. I understand you value his power and our alliance with the Uchiha, but his allegiance has always been questionable. The Uchiha are fiercely loyal to their own blood; their history, their pride—it binds them as strongly as any jutsu.”

Hashirama bristled. “And that same pride is what makes them strong allies, Tobirama. I won’t turn my back on Madara simply because he’s struggling. He’s not our enemy.”

Tobirama’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure? I’ve been observing him. His presence unsettles the village. The rumors… they’re growing. Even among the Uchiha themselves, there’s talk of rebellion.”

Hashirama looked away, conflicted. “I can’t abandon him, Tobirama. He’s my friend, my brother in arms. I need to believe there’s a way to mend this.”

Tobirama sighed. “You always hope for the best in people, Brother. But sometimes people are driven by things stronger than friendship or loyalty. Madara is one of the most powerful shinobi alive, but he’s also the most unpredictable. If we don’t address this, Konohagakure’s peace may be short-lived.”

Hashirama was silent for a moment, absorbing his brother’s words. He knew Tobirama was driven by loyalty to the village, but his suspicion toward Madara had always run deep. Hashirama felt torn between Tobirama’s caution and his own conviction that Madara was more than his clan’s history, more than the darkness that seemed to haunt him.

“Let me try to speak with him one last time,” Hashirama said finally. “I owe him that much.”

Tobirama didn’t argue, but his expression remained grim. “Do what you must, but don’t be blind to the risks. The Uchiha have always walked a dangerous path, and Madara’s power… well, it’s a threat we can’t ignore.”

_______________________________________________________________

Hashirama found Madara by the waterfall on the edge of the village, a place they had once visited together when they were younger, back when their rivalry was fueled more by admiration than conflict. Madara stood alone, his gaze fixed on the rushing water, lost in thought. The sun was setting, casting shadows over the rocks and illuminating Madara’s silhouette in a dim, flickering light.

“Madara,” Hashirama called softly, approaching with caution.

Madara turned, his face hard but tinged with weariness. “Hashirama. Come to lecture me on unity again?”

Hashirama smiled, though his heart ached. “Not a lecture. Just… a conversation. A reminder of why we did this, why we built this village together.”

Madara’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t turn away. “We built this village on your ideals, Hashirama. Not mine. You wanted peace, but at what cost? The Uchiha… my clan feels stifled here. Resentful. We’re warriors by nature, yet you ask us to lower our heads, to surrender to ideals that go against everything we’ve fought for.”

Hashirama took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “I know you feel that way. But peace was never meant to erase the strength of our clans. It was meant to protect it, to give future generations a life free from the hatred that consumed our past.”

Madara’s lips curled in a faint, bitter smile. “A noble dream. But what you fail to see is that peace itself breeds complacency. Weakness. There are those who resent the power of the Hokage, who see it as a threat to their own identities. My clan fears the Senju have cornered us into submission, made us shadows of ourselves.”

Hashirama shook his head. “Madara, you are a leader in this village, as much as I am. Together, we stand above clan rivalries. We stand for the whole village. Isn’t that what we dreamed of?”

Madara’s eyes darkened, his voice growing low. “Our dream was to create a world where strength was recognized and respected, not smothered. You built a village on trust and unity, but not everyone can share that vision. Not everyone believes in a peace that comes at the cost of their pride.”

Hashirama’s heart clenched as he looked at his friend. “What would you have us do, then? Return to endless fighting? Turn our backs on the families who’ve put their faith in us?”

Madara’s gaze grew distant, and for a moment, a flicker of something soft, almost vulnerable, crossed his face. “Sometimes I wonder if peace is just another illusion… one that’s bound to shatter, no matter how hard we cling to it.”

Hashirama took a step forward, placing a hand on Madara’s shoulder. “If we give up on peace, then everything we’ve built, all the sacrifices we’ve made, will be for nothing. I can’t abandon this dream, Madara. I won’t.”

Madara looked down at Hashirama’s hand on his shoulder, his expression unreadable. “Maybe you’re right, Hashirama. But you have to understand… I can’t betray who I am. I can’t pretend to believe in something I can’t see.”

Hashirama’s heart sank. He could feel the distance between them widening, an invisible chasm that no words could bridge. “So… what now?”

Madara pulled away, his expression resigned. “I need time. To think. To understand if there’s truly a place for me here.”

Before Hashirama could respond, Madara turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the fading light. Hashirama stood alone, his heart heavy with the realization that the bond they had shared—the bond that had built Konohagakure—was fracturing, perhaps beyond repair.

_______________________________________________________________

In the days that followed, Hashirama threw himself into his duties, working tirelessly to maintain peace within the village. Yet, despite his efforts, whispers continued to spread, sowing seeds of distrust between clans. The atmosphere in Konohagakure became tense, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to break.

Tobirama approached Hashirama one evening, his face grim. “Madara has been seen speaking with certain… influential members of the Uchiha. His actions are stirring discontent.”

Hashirama sighed, rubbing his temples. “What do you suggest, Tobirama? That I exile my own friend?”

Tobirama’s gaze was steady, his voice unyielding. “If we don’t act, he may not give us a choice. Madara is a formidable shinobi, and his loyalty is questionable at best. If he turns against us, the consequences could be catastrophic.”

Hashirama shook his head, his voice firm. “I won’t abandon him, Tobirama. He’s part of this village, and as Hokage, it’s my duty to protect every shinobi here. Even those who doubt me.”

Tobirama frowned but didn’t argue further. “Then at least be cautious. We can’t afford to be blindsided.”

Hashirama nodded, though a part of him knew that caution alone wouldn’t be enough. He felt the strain of carrying a dream that seemed to crumble in his grasp, his vision of unity slipping further away with each passing day.

_______________________________________________________________

Late one night, as Hashirama sat alone in his quarters, a message arrived—a simple, folded note slipped under his door. He unfolded it, his heart sinking as he recognized the handwriting.

“Meet me at the hill overlooking the village. There are things I need to say, and things you need to hear.”

Hashirama’s hands trembled as he held the note. The hill was a place that held memories, a place where he and Madara had once shared their dreams and aspirations. But now, it felt like a place where bonds might finally be broken.

He arrived at the hill just before dawn, the sky painted in shades of deep purple and faint pink. Madara was already there, standing at the edge, looking out over the sleeping village. When Hashirama approached, Madara turned, his expression solemn.

“I’ve made a decision, Hashirama,” Madara said, his voice carrying a weight that made Hashirama’s heart ache.

Hashirama took a step closer, his voice barely a whisper. “Madara… don’t do this. Don’t turn away from everything we’ve built.”

Madara looked at him, his eyes filled with both sorrow and resolve. “This village was meant to be a place where the strong could protect the weak. But I see now that I am the one out of place. My path… it was never meant to be here.”

Hashirama’s voice broke, desperation creeping into his tone. “We can find a way, Madara. Together. We can fix this.”

Madara shook his head, a bitter smile crossing his face. “You’re a dreamer, Hashirama. But not all dreams are meant to come true.”

Hashirama stood rooted to the spot, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he was losing his friend, his brother. “If you leave now, there will be no coming back, Madara. I… I can’t protect you if you turn against us.”

Madara’s gaze softened for a moment, a fleeting trace of the bond they had once shared. “I understand. And one day, maybe you will understand, too.”

And with that, Madara turned and walked away, his figure fading into the morning light. Hashirama stood alone on the hill, his heart broken, his dream shattered. He knew that this moment marked the end of the bond that had created Konohagakure and the beginning of a conflict that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

20

Comments