"The dream I've always pursued… in the end, it was nothing but an illusion."
"Finally, I realized what I truly desired might've just been the peace that comes after this battle with you."
Madara's words carried a quiet sense of relief, as if years of struggle and resentment had finally found rest.
"Madara, we both lost our way once. But what matters is that we found our path again."
Hearing this, Hashirama's eyes softened. He stepped forward and extended his hand toward Madara.
"Now, let's move forward—together, as comrades."
Madara hesitated for a moment, then smiled. That smile held both the release of old hatred and a faint hope for the future.
He slowly reached out his hand, clasping Hashirama's firmly. In that single handshake, centuries of conflict seemed to dissolve.
"Quick, quick!"
Boruto, watching from afar, couldn't resist teasing. "Kiss! Kiss!"
Tobirama and Minato, both quietly observing, were stunned by Boruto's sudden outburst.
"Hey, Uchiha boy, what nonsense are you spouting?" Tobirama snapped, his brows furrowing. "You want my Brother to kiss that evil Uchiha Madara?"
Boruto grinned. "Why? Would you rather Madara be the one to kiss Hashirama?"
That pushed Tobirama over the edge. He pointed furiously. "You damn Uchiha brat, I'll—"
But before he could finish, Boruto made a small hand gesture, freezing Tobirama in place.
"Damn Uchiha!"
"Evil Uchiha…" Tobirama muttered through clenched teeth, his anger simmering.
"Let him curse," Boruto thought with a shrug. "Not like my last name's Uchiha anyway."
Breaking the awkward silence, Minato cleared his throat. "Um, Uchiha Menma-san, can we go back to Konoha Village and take a look?"
Boruto turned to him, his face hidden beneath his mask, voice calm but thoughtful.
"Yes—but you'll all need disguises. And in Konoha, you'll have to suppress your Chakra so the Seventh Hokage doesn't sense you."
Madara and Hashirama walked over.
Hashirama nodded. "It's true. If we're going back to Konoha, disguises are a must. Madara's face is way too fierce—it needs some beautifying."
Madara narrowed his eyes. "Hmph. When was it you said that to me before, Hashirama?"
Then he smirked. "At least my face looks better than your gloomy, unpromising one."
"Hahahaha, really?" Hashirama laughed, scratching the back of his head.
"By the way," he said, "Menma-kun, is Tsunade still around?"
Boruto nodded. "Tsunade is still alive."
Hashirama sighed in relief. "That's good. I regretted not saying goodbye to her before."
Hearing the name Tsunade, Madara frowned slightly. "Tsunade? Hashirama's granddaughter?"
Then he muttered with irritation, "Hashirama, I can't believe I fell for your 'kunai suicide' trick back then. My Susanoo couldn't even kill you, and I actually believed that story!"
Hashirama laughed awkwardly, patting Madara's shoulder. "Hahahaha, sorry about that…"
In a Hidden Laboratory
Deep within a secret underground base in the Land of Fire, Kabuto worked intently among rows of glowing scientific instruments.
Inside a large transparent cultivation chamber, several developing embryos floated in nutrient solution.
Kabuto turned toward Boruto and said calmly, "The clone embryos of Uchiha Itachi, Uzumaki Mito, Uzumaki Kushina, and Nagato have all reached stability. They'll complete their development in about ten days."
Boruto nodded. "Good. By the way—do you know what happened to Uchiha Madara's body after the Fourth Great Ninja War?"
Kabuto frowned. "At that time, I was trapped by the Infinite Tsukuyomi, so I never saw what became of it. Didn't Konoha recover the corpse?"
Boruto shook his head. "No. Konoha has no secrets from me—the body isn't there."
Kabuto thought for a moment. "Then either Konoha destroyed it… or…"
Boruto finished the thought. "Orochimaru."
Konoha Village
The morning sun broke through the mist, casting golden light over Konoha Village.
High atop Hokage Rock, four disguised figures—Hashirama, Tobirama, Madara, and Minato—stood overlooking the bustling Village below.
"So this is the current Konoha," Hashirama said, eyes wide with awe. "It's far more advanced than in our time."
Minato nodded softly. "Yes. The Village has kept growing—technology, peace, everything."
Hashirama tilted his head. "Wait, wasn't our Village built on a plain? Why does it look like it's sitting in a crater now?"
Tobirama frowned. "You're right. Last time I was Edo Tensei'd, it was nighttime—I didn't notice. But now it's obvious… the Village is in a pit."
"Could this be the Uchiha's doing?"
Hashirama shook his head. "Tobirama, not everything wrong is the Uchiha's fault. You're too paranoid."
Madara smirked darkly. "Careful, Tobirama. I could stick black rods all over that mouth of yours."
Tobirama flinched and quickly stepped behind his brother. "Big Brother!"
Meanwhile, Minato gripped the railing, looking down at the thriving Village.
His eyes softened. "Naruto… so this is the Konoha you built."
Hashirama turned toward the stairs.
"Brother, where are you going?" Tobirama asked.
"I want to walk around," Hashirama replied with a smile. "To see what Konoha has become."
Madara scoffed and descended a different stairway.
Tobirama's eyes narrowed. "Madara is too dangerous. I can't let him wander off alone."
So, he quietly followed at a distance.
Outside the Dango Shop
By midday, at a small dango shop, a table was set up on the street.
Sarada gently picked up a skewer of three-color dango and held it up to Boruto's mouth.
With a small grin, Boruto leaned forward and took a bite.
"How is it?" Sarada asked softly.
"Not bad," Boruto said, smiling. "A little too sweet, though."
A young man passing by noticed and frowned. "Who's that kid? He's got a girl feeding him?"
His friend elbowed him quickly. "Quiet—that's the Hokage's son."
The young man froze, then forced a smile. "Oh—Hokage-sama's son. Right. That's fine. Totally fine."
Meanwhile, Madara walked alone through the busy streets of Konoha.
In his disguise, he looked like an ordinary man—his wild hair tied neatly, his clothing simple.
No one could have guessed that this was the once-feared Uchiha Madara.
He watched the crowd with silent curiosity. The shops were lively, technology everywhere, and laughter filled the air.
Children ran freely, people smiled without fear—everything felt alien to him.
Then, his gaze drifted toward a familiar symbol.
At a dango shop nearby sat a black-haired girl in red glasses and a blond boy with whisker marks on his cheeks.
"Golden hair and whisker marks… that must be Naruto's son," Madara murmured, uninterested—until his eyes caught the crest on the girl's back.
The fan symbol of the Uchiha Clan.
Madara's expression changed. "That emblem… the Uchiha crest. Is she Sasuke's daughter?"
He frowned deeper. "A descendant of the Uchiha Clan—wearing glasses?!"
...
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