Madara controlled the nine tails to attack Konoha, and Hasuma stepped forward as the head of the village, and had a fierce battle with his former best friend. The battle lasted for three days and three nights. When Tobirama arrived, what he saw was the unrecognizable terrain and Madara Uchiha lying in the water, and Senju Hasuma was standing aside with an expressionless face that made people shudder inexplicably.

The two brothers were relatively silent.

For a moment, the scene in front of them overlapped with the battle before the alliance between the two tribes, but there was no one called Uchiha Maou to stand in front of them.

"My eldest brother and I will treat them well, for the sake of Maou. So...rest in peace."

Having said that, the coffin lid was closed.

Madara Uchiha died, and his body was hidden in the mountains of Konoha.

Uchiha has been on the decline for a long time due to this series of changes, and it has slowly improved after the establishment of the Konoha Guard.

Nine tails were taken in by Konoha after the war, and Uzumaki Mito voluntarily became human Zhuli, and sealed the tailed beast in his body with a unique sealing technique.

Qianshou Zhuma proposed to allocate nine tailed beasts for the safety of the ninja world, and the five major countries agreed to unite the front.

Everything seems to be back on track again.

Senju Tobirama continued to study his ninjutsu, and began to compile and improve history books in his spare time, striving to record true and effective information so that it could be passed down from generation to generation.

When he was writing somewhere, his pen stopped for a while, and he began to hesitate again when he thought of a paradoxical conversation between the man and him back then.

"If you want to record the history of Konoha, remember not to put my name on it."

"why?"

"Why are there so many reasons? It's better not to know too much about some things... Promise me, Tobirama?"

"..."

"...Well, I'll pay attention."

After thinking about it again and again, Tobirama still picked up the pen and wrote a paragraph. After just a few lines of scribbled introduction to a person's biography, he turned to the next round of writing.

What followed this incident was a major breakthrough in ninjutsu research, but as soon as the research was successful, it was banned by the elder brother and was not allowed to be used except in special circumstances. Tobirama had no choice but to be at ease as his assistant to Naruto and take on the responsibility of teaching the six little radishes.

In the middle of this year, Senju Hashirama added a little granddaughter named Tsunade. Tobirama is also very fond of this new little life, which is one of the few happy events among these trivial matters recently.

But a message that followed immediately hit him in the head and blinded him.

After a medical examination, Senju Hakuma's body is gradually declining, and he may die soon. If it hadn't been for Tobirama's awareness of the situation, he would have been kept in the dark when he died.

As powerful as a thousand hand pillars, there will be a day when a hero will end.

He should have known earlier that Madara Uchiha was the only one who died in that battle.

"Have you already known this..."

The man looked at the ninjutsu that failed again before him, and finally accepted the fact - an astonishing and terrifying fact built up in his mind.

"You really didn't die. It seems Madara is right. Compared to him, it's me who is crazy. I actually verified the fact that you are alive again and again..." Tobirama covered his face and smiled in a low voice. There is a little bit of madness in it, "So, where have you been, are you back in your own time?"

He muttered to himself, as if stunned.

The book at hand fell to the ground, Tobirama bent over to pick it up, just saw the few lines at the beginning of the page, and couldn't help but recall the words the woman said again.

His impetuous heart suddenly calmed down, and there was only a deep sense of helplessness and complex emotions that even he could not distinguish.

"It turns out that you had long expected this, long ago that they would have this day... as expected of the cunning Uchiha."

"Forget it, it's fine to go anywhere, as long as it's alive..."

People left, but the book was spread out on the table at will, lying there quietly, some wrinkled papers recorded all kinds of outstanding figures during the war.

"The first female ninja in the Warring States period, the Uchiha clan, whose name is unknown, is good at using swords, and has a beautiful appearance. The world calls it - the flower of the battlefield."

Five years after the compilation of the history book, its relevant content was personally removed by the editor, the second Hokage.

The flowers of the battlefield are nourished by corpses and blood. The more blood they drink, the more beautiful they are. They are not flowers that can be spawned by peaceful soil.

Her withering, the world will regret, but will not remember.

A few years later, when the older generation talks about this matter again, they will only remember that there was such a person who was active on the battlefield, and his eyes were astonishing for time.

After the death of the first Hokage, the ninja world was in great turmoil.

The fire of war has not subsided, and it will break out again not long after each ninja war.

In an underground cave in the Land of Grass, a white-haired old man sat quietly on a stone seat, with a huge sickle leaning on the side, holding an old yellowed photo in his thin fingers.

He gently wiped the surface, trying to show the unfamiliar yet familiar face more clearly, but the old photos have long been distorted, and it is not a problem that can be solved with a few casual wipes.

Madara sighed softly and finally gave up her stubborn behavior.

"Banban! The cherry blossoms in the Land of Flowers are blooming, I secretly folded one for you~"

A voice with a strange tone came from the depths of the cave, and a humanoid creature whose body was not as white as a human stuck his head out from the ground, stretched out his hand and handed the flower branch to him, and shook it proudly.

"Noisy." He frowned, his hoarse voice full of impatience.

Bai Jue closed his mouth abruptly, and a pair of expressionless eyes unexpectedly revealed a little grievance.

Banana was silent for a moment, glanced at the dazzling pink, and said lightly: "Let's go after this, don't bother me."

"Understood~" Bai Jue got the amnesty, quickly put down the cherry blossoms, and then swooped into the ground and disappeared.