After carefully examining the wound and finding that the bleeding had stopped, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and took the time to finish reading the remaining information.
[Basic Function 2 – One Random Draw Every Two Months]
[Warning: Hashirama Senju will die under mysterious circumstances in two years! Please prepare in advance.]
[Hint: Advanced functions will be unlocked after unifying the shinobi world. Host, keep up the good work!]
"What? I only have two years left to live? I don't even know how I'll die. What am I supposed to do?"
After thinking it over again, he decided, "I need to go find that person first. If I'm too late, he might leave the village."
The moment he closed his eyes, clusters of blue and gold light spots appeared on his retina, like being immersed in a flowing river of stars.
That cluster of scarlet chakra was particularly striking, it should be Madara Uchiha. Hashirama sensed his unique violence and loneliness.
After confirming the exact location, he flickered a few times and ran over.
The wind howled by the cliff, causing Madara's flowing long hair and black robe to dance wildly. An aura of aloofness that kept others at a distance radiated from him as his proud, solitary figure stood there.
The tranquil village below was reflected in his black pupils, with occasional hints of complexity flickering in his eyes.
"Madara, I knew you'd be here!" A voice broke the silence as Hashirama walked toward him casually.
"…" The other man didn't respond.
Only Hashirama's footsteps filled the air. He scratched his head and gazed into the distance. "Our dream has finally come true. Thank you!"
"Are you mocking me?" Madara asked expressionlessly, glancing at Hashirama with an icy tone.
Hashirama quickly explained, "You know that's not what I meant. Well… I understand how you feel about losing to me and about Izuna's death…"
"Don't say any more!" Madara suddenly interrupted. "I understand all the reasoning. Wherever there are people, there will be conflict and hatred. But I will never forget the deaths of Izuna and the others!"
Hashirama ventured, "So, are you still brooding over losing to me?"
Madara spun around, his eyes blazing with anger. "Hashirama, you bastard! Failure isn't shameful. What's shameful is being spared after failure and continuing to live on in disgrace!"
Hashirama took two steps forward and reached out to pat Madara's shoulder, but the other man pushed his hand away, leaving him to awkwardly lower it.
"People die like lamps burning out. The Senju also lost many people. My younger brothers Itama and Kawarama were brutally killed when they were only ten. Was it right for them to die?"
He took a deep breath and showed a smile of acceptance.
"People have to look forward. The dream we had as children has already been realized. Children don't have to go to the battlefield to throw away their lives anymore. Don't you want to see it grow strong with your own eyes? Are you willing to bear the label of a loser for your entire life?"
"How could I?"
"If you died, I'd be so lonely!" Hashirama frowned slightly, a look of loneliness in his eyes.
"Hmph." From an angle Hashirama couldn't see, a complex look reappeared in Madara's eyes. He almost lost his composure at the other man's next words.
"Madara, you become the Hokage!" Hashirama's tone was full of sincerity.
Upon hearing this, Madara's eyes shot out a sharp glare as he fixed his gaze on him.
Hashirama withstood the pressure and smiled as he pointed toward the village. "Don't you want to? The village needs someone with your decisiveness and ambition to lead it!"
"Hashirama… is this your own idea? That man Tobirama and those old-timers will never agree."
Seeing Madara so shocked he couldn't maintain his aloof facade, Hashirama felt secretly pleased. At this moment, Madara still retained an emotional side, unlike the ruthlessness he would show later.
He maintained a brilliant smile. "I'm entrusting the dream to you with confidence. As for Tobirama and the elders…"
His gaze sharpened. "They will agree…"
"Stop pretending!" Madara's black pupils immediately transformed into the crimson three-tomoe Sharingan. His voice turned cold. "Don't come at me with that victor's attitude. I don't need your pity!"
His chakra flared violently, and the rock beneath his feet cracked.
Hashirama inwardly groaned. Why did this guy have to fly off the handle at the drop of a hat like a madman?
Hashirama deliberately acted relaxed, spreading his hands. "This isn't pity! It's entrustment. I want to change this world. I want to abolish the daimyo!"
Madara's eyes gleamed as he looked deeply at the man before him and said something that made Hashirama's hair stand on end.
"Hashirama, you're making me feel a bit unfamiliar. If not for the feedback from my Sharingan, I would have already made a move."
Cold sweat immediately broke out on Hashirama's temples. He forced a goofy smile. "Ha… haha, how could that be? Who could fool your eyes?"
At this, the other man showed a hint of satisfaction. "Indeed. Your words and actions today have made me think better of you."
In truth, this idea had crossed his mind as well. Why should ants command a lion?
"Tell me, how do you plan to do it?"
Hashirama's resolute words were his response. "First, you become Hokage. Then, we'll lead a team together to raid the daimyo's mansion. Within the Senju clan, I've already arranged things with Tobirama and the elders. Just wait for my Wood Clone's good news…"
Wood Style – Wood Clone Technique!
A piece of wood sprouted from behind him, gradually forming the shape of Hashirama before landing steadily.
He nodded at Hashirama, understanding that he needed to hurry and investigate certain matters.
Then, he quickly left using the Body Flicker Technique.
Madara's thoughts were unreadable at that moment, but the slight upward curve of his lips betrayed his mood.
Hashirama seized the opportunity to activate his assessment.
[Uchiha Madara's bond with host – 89%]
It was then that he remembered he hadn't used the draw. "Oh right, system, do the draw!"
Ding!
Suddenly, a large roulette wheel with a red background and gold edge appeared before him. Every slot was a question mark.
The arrow began to spin slowly. A faint flash of gold seemed to appear, but in the end, it stopped at the six o'clock position.
"Damn it, that was definitely a legendary gold item! Why did you let me see the gold flash? I feel like I just lost a fortune!"
[Congratulations, host! You have obtained White Underwear – Can quickly build bonds with specific characters.]
Suddenly, a pair of off-white boxer shorts appeared in his hand. They even looked a bit worn. There was even a unique manly scent…
"What is this thing? I get this? I can't believe it. I wanted a Zanpakutō, a Devil Fruit…"
Just as he was holding a tiny corner of the underwear with disdain, he suddenly heard Madara's exceptionally cold voice ring out. "Hashirama, what is that in your hand?"
"Underwear. I don't know whose. What a smell~"
The other man was likely too angry. Veins bulged and pulsed near his temples. His mood, which had just improved, was instantly shattered.
"You don't know whose? Then how did it end up in your hand? Die!"
"What?" Hashirama immediately felt an intense murderous intent. Alarms blared in his mind, as if an immense terror was descending!
Facing Madara's relentless assault, he could only flee in a sorry state.
"Have you lost your mind? Stop!"
The cold feeling behind him persisted.
"I've lost my mind? Hashirama, are you afraid to admit what you've done? How dare you make such a joke with me! You pretended to offer me the Hokage position to distract me so you could take advantage, is that it? I never thought you'd be this kind of person!"
"What are you talking about?" Hashirama was bewildered.
"The evidence is in your hand, yet you still refuse to confess? Prepare to die!"
"Oh, shit!" He finally understood. "Damn it, system, what the hell are you doing? I ask for a draw, and you pull out Madara's underwear? What did I do to deserve this~"
"Swish, swish, swish~" The sounds of piercing air came from behind him.
He dodged quickly. The kunai grazed Hashirama's hair and embedded themselves in a tree trunk.
He had no time to be afraid. He just wanted to escape, wishing he could grow extra legs.
Soon, he fled to the gates of Konoha.
"Listen, Madara, don't get excited. This is a misunderstanding! Let me give these back to you first."
He threw the underwear back to the other man, then accelerated again to create a bit more distance.
"Madara, listen to my excuse—I mean, my explanation…"
"Finally left Konoha. Heh." Madara's expression was dark as he stroked the mended seams on the underwear. He sneered, "Today, either you die, or you die! Prepare to die!"
[Congratulations, host! You have unlocked the Collection Gallery. The White Underwear will now be integrated into the system information and its details will be completed.]
[Uchiha Madara's White Underwear]
[Description: A plain pair of underwear. The mended seams carry the deep affection of his younger brother, Izuna Uchiha, for his older brother.]
[If it makes Madara soften toward the person holding the underwear, bond value will instantly increase by 6%.]
Ding!
[Congratulations, host! You have successfully increased Madara's bond value with you to over 90%! Keep up the good work!]
[Warm Reminder: Exceeding 90% not only allows the other party to trust you unconditionally twice but also has a chance to trigger special condition.]
The system's automatic notification suddenly appeared, sending Hashirama into a frenzy of joy.
Meanwhile, with the Wood Clone…