The sky was extremely dark, and the clouds of war had not yet dissipated. On the embarrassing earth, a very weak figure lay there weakly.

His eyes were almost unable to open, but he still forced himself to open, looking at the sky, where something seemed to attract him.

The slender and upright figure is still the same as before, but the strong and powerful body is already weak.

"I never saw the light! It seems that I was born to be dark." Madara laughed at himself in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt that someone came to him, and followed by the unique "jingle" sound of armor. This sound was so familiar. In the era when war was raging, this kind of armor was the most common existence.

He no longer had the strength to turn his head and see who it was, but he didn't need to see who it was, he knew who it was.

"Haramara...?" he said angrily.

"Yeah!" Hashima's unique magnetic voice came over, still so familiar, still so... affectionate.

The two were silent for a while.

"You... and me, all the same, I can't get it." Madara said calmly, but when he heard it, the feeling was so bitter.

"How can it be so easy? There are only a limited amount of things we can do during our own life. So we must entrust it to do it. The younger generation will do it for us." Hashima said with emotion in his heart.

Mada felt that his eyelids were filled with lead and could not stop sinking. He opened them with great force, and his eyelids were trembling from time to time.

"You are still so naive... You were always so optimistic before. But... this may be the right thing!" He said with a wry smile, his thoughts had already floated to the long-standing past, and the two of them were still handsome boys at that time.

"My dream is shattered, but your dream... is still continuing." He said softly, his words full of freedom, unwillingness, and joy.

"I was too impatient at that time. Even if we couldn't do it at that time, it would be more important to cultivate people who were willing to follow us and inherit our dreams." Hashirama said in a low voice, but they understood it too late and regretting it was useless.

Madara smiled proudly and said wildly: "Then I can't do it, because I hate someone standing behind me."

Upon hearing this, Hashimama's face showed a look of memories, as if he had remembered the interesting stories of the two. He couldn't help but smile.

"When you were kids, you told me that we were ninjas and could die at any time. If there was a way to make each other survive, then only the enemy and us would be honest and raise our wine glasses to form brothers."

Hashirama paused and continued, "But we are all dead. Now, we can have a drink as comrades."

Hashirama was both happy and sad. The two hadn't had a heart-to-heart talk like this for a long time, so he was happy because of this. However, he was about to witness the disappearance of his best friend with his own eyes again, so how could he not be sad?

Madara sensed that his life was about to reach its end, and his body was filled with coldness, but after hearing Hashirama's words, his heart was filled with warmth and nostalgia.

"Comrades-in-arms...?"

His eyes began to close.

"Okay! In that case...we...and..." Before he could finish his final farewell, he closed his eyes forever.
Chapter completed!