Chapter 601: Hashirama: Look Me in the Eye, You Little Brat!

Ninja World, Valley of the End.

Above the massive stone-carved heads, the sky is obscured by patches of dark clouds, with little sunlight.

Under the twilight, the wind in the air is faint, giving one a sense of the bleakness of a setting sun.

Madara has been standing here for half an hour, his mind filled with scenes of his duel with Hashirama from many years ago.

That battle was hearty and unrestrained, lasting three days and two nights.

They both exhausted all their skills, both wanting to defeat the other to prove their own formidable strength.

In that battle, he rode the Nine-Tails, reigning over the earth like an Invincible War God, crushing everything and sweeping away all resistance.

But facing Hashirama, even a supernatural creature as strong as the Nine-Tails was like a toy, without the slightest power to resist.

Time froze at the moment of a Wood Release Clone, the scene where he was backstabbed and finished off by Hashirama.

Madara had not expected that the honest Hashirama would also use a child's trick like Cloning to deceive him, just to stab him in the heart for the sake of the village and the Ninja World?

Was he wrong!

No, he was not wrong; what is wrong is this world!

To end the chaotic Ninja World, one must use a more powerful violence, a force to bring it to an end.

Facts have proven that he was correct. Even though Hashirama brought that pitifully short-lived peace, human nature is selfish and greedy.

After Hashirama died, for the sake of their own interests, the Five Great Nations and various ninja villages fought each other for benefits and technology, resulting in countless casualties.

Hashirama's younger brother, Tobirama, was a victim of those battles.

Haa!

Slowly exhaling a breath, Madara's eyes gradually became clear and firm.

He had originally planned to start a live stream to witness this famous scene of resurrection.

But thinking that he hadn't saved his younger brother first, he might be roasted for it, so he didn't start the stream.

He took out two crystals, silently picturing Hashirama's appearance in his mind, and thought:

"Resurrect, Hashirama!"

"Resurrect!"

As the words fell, the Resurrection Crystal erupted with a burst of holy white light, strands of radiance rapidly intertwining in the air to construct a human shape, a massive amount of life force surging out, and green buds even rapidly sprouting on the surface of the surrounding rock walls.

This is the aura of Wood Release, one Madara could not be more familiar with.

While the Resurrection Crystal took effect, the other crystal merged into it and began the transformation.

Madara waited with nervous anticipation; after all, this was his first time resurrecting the deceased, and he had no experience.

What if, what if it failed?

Fortunately, these worries were unnecessary; the effect of the Resurrection Crystal was surprisingly good, and in just a dozen breaths' time, Hashirama's figure had already appeared before his eyes.

When most of the holy light and life force dissipated, and while parts of the body had yet to fully manifest, the closed-eyed Hashirama slowly opened his eyes.

"Hashirama!" Madara could not hide his excitement, his voice mixed with hoarseness and long-suppressed emotion.

A trace of confusion appeared in Hashirama's eyes, and then a look of shock slowly emerged on his face as he said:

"Madara, you died too? No, wait, didn't you die before me? Why didn't I meet you in the Pure Land? Where did you hide?"

"..."

Madara was silent for a second, then the corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he said:

"Hashirama, is there a possibility that, in fact, I never died at all, and even lived for several decades longer than you?"

"??" Hashirama.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

But in the next second, the waves of coolness spreading across his body made him feel reality—that was the tactile sensation only possible with a real body.

Although he existed in the Pure Land in an alternative state, without a body, all he could feel was endless emptiness.

Now, he actually felt the chill, the sound of a heartbeat, and the endless flow of blood, though it felt like something was missing.

Looking around again, it didn't look like the Pure Land. The sky had dark clouds, and the sunlight was sparse. All around were forests and an endless lake surface.

Everything looked so familiar!

Three words appeared in his mind: Valley of the End.

This is the Valley of the End, that's right, it is here.

"Although this is complicated and unbelievable, you are right; I resurrected you," Madara said slowly.

"Eh?? Resurrection, Madara? You've really outdone yourself, haven't you? How could you do this? Resurrecting the dead is a disrespect to the natural Law!" Hashirama said solemnly.

"Just tell me, do you want to live or not?" Madara countered.

"Live." Hashirama nodded.

"That's right." Madara wore a smile.

"Madara, what method did you use? It wouldn't be a method that sacrifices the living, like Impure World Reincarnation, would it? If that's the case, my conscience will be uneasy," Hashirama said afterward.

"Tch, I wouldn't use such trashy techniques," Madara said proudly.

"Trashy?"

Hashirama was a bit bewildered; this Impure World Reincarnation was a forbidden technique of Konoha, and it was his younger brother Senju Tobirama's signature jutsu.

Mentioning his younger brother, how was Tobirama?

Hashirama hurriedly asked about the situation in Konoha, and Madara said indifferently: "Don't think about it, you've been dead for nearly ten years or more, Senju Tobirama has long since died, killed by the peace you believed in. The current Hokage of Konoha is Sarutobi, hehe, you Hokage really are passed down through one lineage."

These words carried a faint mockery and resentment.

According to this mechanism, the Uchiha would never have a chance to become Hokage.

"Dead... alright then..."

Senju Hashirama froze, feeling a moment of confusion and grief, but then he let it go.

After all, he had already died once and had become indifferent to all things, and the Will of Fire had already been passed down; presumably, that Houzi, Sarutobi, would be able to be a good Hokage and bring a beautiful future to Konoha.

"Madara, why do I feel like something is wrong with my body?"

Hashirama asked; at this moment, the holy light all over his body had almost completely vanished, and his entire body was perfectly presented between heaven and earth.

"Heh heh, why don't you just look down and see for yourself?" A wicked smile appeared on Madara's face.

Although he was an emotionless Uchiha avenger, seeing his good brother in this state now, his heart beat uncontrollably fast and his face even flushed hot!

Regarding women, Madara had never cared in the slightest; otherwise, he would not have remained single his whole life without any descendants.

But now that his good brother had turned into a woman, a strange feeling welled up spontaneously.

Hashirama slowly lowered his head to look at his own body; he didn't know until he looked, and he was shocked when he did, saying with an exaggerated expression:

"What the f***, these two big things? What the hell is this! Nani, nani?"

At this moment, Hashirama broke down; why, why, what on earth is this?

Had he truly been resurrected, or was this a terrible nightmare?

Why did everything look both familiar and strange?

Where had his eight-pack abs gone, and also...

Why was his current body so similar to his wife, Mito Uzumaki?

No, it was clearly several levels more ferocious than Mito's; this was just too absurd, right?

Most importantly, the source of his happiness was gone.

"Ahem ahem, Hashirama. I don't think you're such an idiot that you don't understand the fact that you've turned into a woman."

Madara said, feigning composure while looking at the sky.

"?? What on earth is going on?" Hashirama's face darkened slightly, his tone unfriendly.

"It's just what it is." Madara said dismissively.

A powerful and terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Hashirama's body; he grabbed Madara with both hands and turned him back to face him, saying gloomily:

"Look me in the eye, you little brat!"

"Pfft!"

Looking at the Hashirama before him, Madara felt his nose bridge grow hot.