"Tadashi-sama, give this flower to your friend, he looks new to the village." An old lady smiled, handing Tadashi a beauteous, dark blue rose.
Tadashi tried to keep a straight face as he passed the rose to Madara, if he'd done this in the past, he definitely would've received a rough beating.
"Thank you." Madara said, his eyebrow twitching uncontrollably. He didn't know whether to feel welcomed or offended, either way, his pride certainly took a nasty blow.
Madara stared at the rose for a solid minute, almost convinced that he was still holding that green leaf with the hole in it. His expression became sentimental and he stuck it into the side of his ponytail, the blue rose shone under the sunlight.
Tadashi watched this and sighed, to think his master had wasted such handsomeness in his last life on fighting.
The two continued walking and arrived at the food store in ten minutes, Madara and Tadashi sat down on the table furthest away from the door, sitting at the table in the corner.
"Welcome to Wasubi! What would you like?" A man in his thirties asked with a zestful spirit.
"A plate of dango, a plate of Inarizushi and tea, please." Tadashi ordered, placing down the money on the wooden table.
"Tadashi-sama! Long time no see, I'll add a bonus dish on for free." The man offered, Tadashi turned to Madara.
"What would you like to get, Kazuki-san?" Tadashi asked politely, the shop owner heard the tone of respect and looked over at Madara curiously.
"Mushroom Zosui." Madara answered slowly, although it was never Madara's favourite dish, it was Hashirama's favourite. When they were younger, Hashirama would always make mushroom zosui, and Madara would always drink it. It sure brought back plenty of good memories, huh.
"That's all, Uetsu." Tadashi told the man.
"Understood, I'll send someone to bring tea over later!" Uetsu said and quickly left to return to the kitchen, after all, the small restaurant was bustling at the moment, and they probably needed as many available hands as they could.
"So, it seems that the majority of the village still judges you because you're an Uchiha?" Madara asked with a flat expression.
"Half." Tadashi corrected with a weary sigh.
"Pftt, pathetic." Madara mocked, Tadashi swallowed nervously.
"Me or the village, Madara-sama?" Tadashi asked, Madara looked down at him and felt like laughing, the man looked terrified.
"The clans, those who refuse to stop fighting and continue this endless cycle of hatred. So I guess it's both but neither." Madara explained breezily, watching as he saw Tadashi's expression ease up.
"Your tea is here." A young adult looking man walked up and placed two ceramic cups and a teapot down with a loud thump.
"Oi, pour the tea." Madara said with disdain, the young man rolled his eyes and seemed to finally take notice of Tadashi, who sat a mere ten centimeters away from where the man stood.
The young man's eyes narrowed into a hateful glare and he grabbed the teapot, all of a sudden, he hurled it towards Tadashi.
"Whoops, my hand slipped." The young man sarcastically apologized as he prayed for the boiling tea to reach Tadashi's body.
"You disparaging brat." Madara swore as he flashed in front of Tadashi, using his arm to block the water whilst kicking the man down to the ground.
But Madara kept in mind that he was trying to change himself, so he made sure to kick the man softly.
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Red String of Fate
FanfictionWhen Madara was defeated, he finally realized how many regrets he had carried with him. His clan had used him as a weapon against the Senju, he was blinded with hatred and swore to take revenge for his brother, in the end he couldn't achieve anythin...
