Long Live The Hokage

In the twelfth year of Konoha, December 30th.

Obviously the next day is the New Year's Eve, but the whole Konoha is shrouded in a sad atmosphere, and even the sky is gloomy.

Because of this day, Konoha Village held the funeral of the first Hokage Senjubashima.

The arrangement of the funeral was not complicated. In the open space of the Konoha Cemetery, a row of tables were placed, with some white flowers and some white cloths placed on the tables. A black-and-white photo of the pillars hung behind the desk, making the environment a bit silent.

Masahiko was dressed in black, standing among the villagers and ninjas who came to express their condolences, unlike Mito and the others or Konoha's four elders standing in the front row.

In front, Toika personally presided over Hashirama's funeral and was reading about Hashirama's life introduction.

Next to it, there were bursts of sobbing. Masahiko took a closer look and found that they were actually the two girls who discussed how many years Hashirama could protect Konoha during Kenji's wedding.

The content of the discussion at that time was still vivid in Masahiko's mind, and he sighed, I've disappointed you, Hashirama still couldn't outlive me...

The surrounding crowd began to surge, and Masahiko came back to his senses in doubt, and found that the speech in front of Tomona had ended, and the crowd moved forward bit by bit in line to pay homage to Hashirama with a white flower.

Masahiko shook his head and walked to Tomona.

Feijian, are you secretly crying?

There was a moment of silence between the doors, and he shook his head.

Masahiko sighed, Your elder brother is right, you are really not good at lying.

After saying this, Masahiko also took a white flower and walked to the black and white photo in Hashirama. Scratching his head, Why didn't I find out that there is no place in this world that sells cameras... It would be even better if there were cameras. I really want to record them and show them to you later. My funeral must be very joyful...

It was Jing Tong who was putting flowers on the side. Looking at Masahiko, the circles of his eyes were red.

Teacher, are you... leaving us too?

Masahiko realized it all at once, his face darkened, I didn't mean to take it down and show it to him... After thinking about it, he couldn't explain clearly, so he turned his head and left.

After taking two steps, he turned to look at Jingtong again, After today, I will go out for a while, take a good look around this ninja world, and tell Nanako and Yiko not to miss me...

After saying this, he found that Jing Tong's eye sockets were even redder, and they were about to explode. Masahiko sighed, not daring to stay any longer.

Going back, I found a familiar group of six among the people queuing up for flowers. The six disciples of Hashirama and Tobima.

These six people are already 21 years old... It will be their era in the future. Masahiko murmured. I remember that in the original book, after the Chunin exam, Hizan also had such a funeral... But now, I'm afraid you won't have this opportunity. I don't know if you are happy or regretful.

Coming to Mito's side, looking at Mito with a sad face, Masahiko didn't know how to comfort him.

The girl's face that has not changed for 30 years brought Masahiko's thoughts back to the shy boy who sent Mito to marry the Senshou clan, the watermelon head protruding from behind the clansman...the past was played back like a movie.

Second Grandpa, let's go... Masahiko's thoughts were interrupted by the voice in the door, and he realized that it had been more than an hour after his memory, the funeral was over, and the crowd had already dispersed.

The older you are, the more memories you have...

Looking around, only Tomona and Mito stayed at the scene. As for Kenji and his wife, they went back holding Tsuna who was tired from crying.

Masahiko was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head, I won't go back.

Tokaima and Mito showed doubts, and Masahiko continued to explain, Tomorrow I will be 81 years old. I have lived for so many years, and I have only been to the Kingdom of Wind for half a month. I feel that I have failed...

I'm going to hide my identity and go to other countries to see the whole picture of the ninja world.

Before the door opened, Mito took the initiative to answer,

Second Grandpa, then you go and come back early... I hope to see you again in my lifetime.

Masahiko's eyes widened, In your lifetime? Mito, do you think Second Grandpa is willing to leave for so long?

Don't worry, the ninja world is not peaceful now, I will go out and check the information, if there is any trouble, I will come back in time.

There was a moment of silence between the doors, and he said, Then Second Grandpa, you have to be careful...

Masahiko shook his head, Hashirama and Madara are gone, no one can threaten me. What I need to worry about now is other countries... And you think Second Grandpa will suffer for me?

When it came to Hashirama, the two stopped talking again.

Masahiko quickly changed the topic, I am wandering around in the ninja world under an alias, maybe I will meet you sometime, I hope you will recognize me when the time comes. He said, looking at Tokaima, Maybe someday I will suddenly be Another identity appeared in front of you, scaring you...

He nodded, and showed doubts again, Actually, I've always wanted to ask you what your age is... If it's inconvenient for you, you don't need to tell me.

Masahiko was silent for a while, and was trying to find a reason to fool him, but Mito spoke first, and said to Tomona, For some reason, the second grandfather can live for 500 years. As for the specific reason, I don't know too much.

Masahiko showed doubts, Five hundred years? When did I tell you that I can live for five hundred years?

Mito also showed surprise, Didn't you sing like that back then?

I sang it? Masahiko was puzzled at first, and then remembered that he sang an adapted version of Borrowing from Heaven for Another Five Hundred Years on the way to send Mito to Senshou...

So, is that what Mito thought all these years? Masahiko scratched his head and murmured.

Haha... Masahiko laughed awkwardly, Yes, but it doesn't have to be five hundred years, maybe four hundred years, maybe three hundred years... maybe tomorrow?

The two obviously don't believe it...

Okay, I can live for five hundred years, so you can just think that I have cultivated a special technique... Saying this, it's better than immortality, Masahiko sighed, and said to himself, Why didn't I borrow two more spells back then? After a hundred years, it’s still a little closer to normal people.”

Masahiko sighed, waved his hand, and went back to the vortex station on his own. He simply packed his luggage. In fact, he just brought some money and a few important seal scrolls. He walked out of Konoha without saying goodbye to more people.

Ten miles away from Konoha, Masahiko took a deep breath and shouted: The world is so big, I want to see it!

Uh, the world of Naruto doesn't seem to be very big, so it probably won't take long to fly around, right?

A drop of water dripped on Masahiko's face, Masahiko raised his head, it was raining...

Look at the wool, let's find a place to hide from the rain... My trip just started, and it's not going well...