Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 25 When will this war end?

Yan Yi was a bit out of sorts during training all day today. Now that she doesn't have to walk on the gravel path anymore, her feet won't get injured again...

However, Yan Yi couldn't relax even a little, because the old man's new task for him was to walk upside down on a pebble path...

In other words, he now has to use his hands to touch those sharp, scorching hot stones.

Because he had been worried all day, concerned about Madara and Itama, Yan Yi's screams not only didn't decrease today, but actually became more frequent...

Just as Yan Yi finally finished a day's training, Izuna, who had been instructed by Madara, arrived near the shrine.

When he saw Yan Yi lying unconscious on the ground, he rushed over to check on him. What he saw almost drove Izuna to the brink of collapse...

Although he had heard from Brother Ban that Yan Yi's training was beyond human endurance, seeing it today, it completely exceeded his expectations.

It seems that Ban Ge and Yan Yi deliberately spoke conservatively to avoid making me worry...

"Yan Yi! Yan Yi... Waaah, why do you have to endure this kind of training?!" Izuna squatted beside Yan Yi, shaking the unconscious little boy violently...

Although Izuna didn't point his finger at the old man and curse like Madara did, his worry and sadness were no less than his older brother's.

Yan Yi's hands were already a bloody mess, and his whole body was covered with wounds of all sizes.

Yan Yi's feet haven't even healed yet, and now his hands are like this too... Izuna really suspects that this old man is deliberately torturing Yan Yi.

Yan Yi opened her eyes with some difficulty and glanced at Izuna, then smiled apologetically...

"I'm sorry, Second Brother, I made you worry and even came all the way to pick me up..."

Seeing that Yan Yi had little strength, Izuna, who was not much older than him, took on the responsibility of being an older brother.

After struggling to lift Yan Yi's body, he swayed slightly and moved slowly, afraid that he might accidentally let Yan Yi fall.

"Second brother... I can walk by myself, you just need to help me..."

Yan Yi slid down Izuna's back, placed one hand on Izuna's shoulder, and leaned most of her weight on Izuna...

Seeing this, Izuna felt a little sad and said softly, "Are you sure you don't need me to carry you? I'm sorry, Yan Yi, I don't have the strength of Madara-nii."

"No need to apologize, Second Brother was already very good... I was just a little distracted during training today..."

"Ah...but..."

Izuna stopped mid-sentence. Of course he knew why Yan Yi was distracted... It wasn't just Yan Yi; he himself had been distracted during training all day and had even been scolded by the teacher.

But if Yan Yi gets distracted, she might get injured like this...

The two brothers walked slowly, taking quite a while to finally descend the last step of the shrine. However, at that moment, a figure was already standing not far away.

"Brother Ban!"

Yan Yi immediately spotted his older brother, whom he had been thinking about all day. At that moment, he was so excited that tears began to well up in his eyes.

He was so worried that Madara might have been injured or even killed on the battlefield. When he saw Madara standing in front of him unharmed, smiling at him, he instantly felt relieved.

Yan Yi wanted to rush up and hug his older brother, but he was too weak and stumbled forward...

However, Izuna reacted quickly and caught Yan Yi, while Madara rushed over and hugged his two younger brothers.

"Yan Yi, I'm sorry I'm late today..." Ban stroked Yan Yi's little head, as if comforting a kitten.

Yan Yi just kept rubbing against her older brother's chest, unable to say a word.

Izuna was also very happy, but also a little surprised, and asked, "Madara-nii, why are you back so soon! We thought it would be two or three days..."

This was also Yan Yi's question, and he blinked, waiting for his older brother's answer.

"I'm sorry, this battle was somewhat unsuccessful... Many of our people sacrificed their lives..." Ban's voice sounded very sad, which made Yan Yi's heart tremble.

Madara's mood was clearly low when the matter was brought up, indicating that something must have gone wrong in this operation...

"Brother Ban... as long as you're alright! I was worried all day..."

Although the sacrifice of his clansmen caused Yan Yi immense pain, it was a natural connection of blood between clansmen. Fortunately, Brother Ban was unharmed, which was already a great relief.

Izuna nodded repeatedly, picking up where Yan Yi left off, and said, "It's good that my brother is alright..."

Ban reached out and ruffled their hair, instantly improving his mood.

My younger brother is very dependent on me. He will never fall down, and he absolutely cannot fall down!

This war made him realize one thing: this kind of fighting was completely meaningless. Both sides had been drawn into a vortex of hatred, day after day, year after year.

If this continues, it will eventually end when one side is completely wiped out. But how many people will die along the way?

Even among the Senju clan, are there others like myself who would risk everything to protect their younger brother and family?

He felt there should be...

"Let's go home first... Father is still in a meeting with the tribespeople. There are many issues from this battle that need to be reviewed, and many tribespeople need to be buried..."

Ban sighed, walked up to Yan Yi, picked him up, and when he took Yan Yi's hands, he saw his scarred hands and felt even more heartbroken.

He had no way to change this situation. If his younger brother could endure such painful training, he had no reason to stop progressing.

With Yan Yi on their backs and Izuna in their left hands, the three brothers' shadows stretched long in the setting sun.

Yan Yi leaned on Ban's shoulder, her thoughts drifting into the distance.

There probably won't be much activity within the clan lately...

......

On the other side, far away, something that Hashirama could never accept still happened...

Watamachi... is dead.

Although only a section of the right arm was found, Hashirama knew all too well... it was his younger brother's right arm, and the bracelet his mother had made for him was still wrapped around his wrist...

"This can't be real..."

Hashirama seemed to have lost his soul; he couldn't even protect Kawarama, and he actually let him...

Anger and despair filled his heart. He wanted revenge, but he knew very well that it was wrong, that this cycle was wrong!

If this fighting continues... even Itama, and even Tobirama... I might not be able to protect myself.

The three brothers stood before the grave. Compared to Hashirama's utterly dejected expression, Tobirama couldn't utter a single word. His expression was somewhat serious, but more so, numb.

Itama had completely collapsed at this point, and the mental preparation he had built up in the past few days had completely crumbled... He couldn't be truly cold-blooded and ruthless; the death of his third brother and the deaths of a large number of his clansmen made him feel so suffocated.

Tears kept falling. As Itama watched the coffin bearing the Senju clan emblem slowly sink to the bottom, he completely broke down and cried.

Just as Itama was wiping away tears, her father's voice came through: "Ninjas don't cry. Ninjas are born to die in battle. We should be grateful if we can find even a part of the remains..."

His father's tone sounded very calm, so calm that Hashirama felt he was particularly cold and ruthless.

Hashirama couldn't hold back any longer. His mutterings gradually became uncontrollable as he shouted, "Kama is only seven years old! When will this... when will this war ever end?!"

“Until all enemies are eliminated... Creating a world without war will be a difficult process,” Butsuma replied quietly with a serious expression.

"...Even if it means sacrificing the children..."

The instant Hashirama uttered this question, Butsuma erupted like a volcano, punching his son in the face.

Butsuma glared angrily and roared at Hashirama, "I won't allow you to insult Kawarama! He died a glorious death as a capable ninja, not some child!"

Hashirama was punched to the ground, clutching his cheek and gritting his teeth... Despite his father's extreme rage, his eyes remained defiant...

In his mind, this was absolutely wrong... his younger brother was so small, clearly...

So many incomprehensible and irrational things were happening, yet he could do nothing about it.