Chapter 4: A Meeting of Legends!

(Nadeshiko Village!)

(Susano'o)

"No, I am not going to marry your chief. No, I will not sire any children with any women here. No, I will not reconsider or think about this. Yes, I am willing to miss out on the chance with all these women. I can't believe you have the gall to try this with the Clan Heir of the Uchiha Clan. A very respected person in the Hidden Blood!"

"Please reconsider."

"I refuse, this is ridiculous. I have better uses for my time. Escort me out or not, I am leaving." I walked out, my armour shining as it felt the rays of the sun. I don't even know how I got in this situation.

Oh right, it began when that girl, Shizuka was it? Yes, when she randomly attacked me. Stupid, I know. But it seemed that was the point, for her to lose. Because in seconds, I was behind, kunai to her neck and she was grinning and laughing manically.

When she stopped and decided that human conversation was a normality she should abide by, she calmed down and demanded I take her to her village, that was how I got stuck in this idiocy. It was literally an excuse to steal bloodlines.

Kumo probably inspired many when they tried to steal the byakugan from the clan heads son, Hiashi, I think it was.

Taking my head out of my thoughts, I found myself about to walk into another armour-clad boy. He looked to be my age, white-ish blonde hair, red markings adorning his face and armour reminiscent of Hashirama, huh. That's funny, Hashirama has the same armour as Madara and therefore as me. So, I guess that means he must be Madara. Funny.

"Sorry."He said, sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Don't worry about it." When he noticed my hair and my armour, he took a step back and looked at me again, "You wouldn't happen to be Susano'o Uchiha, would you?"

"Yes, Madara Senju, I presume?"

"Yep, that's me."

"Before we begin, I would like to say. Unlike my clansmen in Konoha, we hold no ill will towards the Senju. Only Tobirama."

"If you say so." If I didn't know any better I would say that he gulped. He seemed nervous. I narrowed my eyes. Suspicious.

"I hear our special jutsus are pretty similar. You want to spar. Nothing serious, just for fun. I hear people understand each other better after a good fight."

"Alright, I am up for a good dance."

"Dance?"

"Don't worry about it. It's a Madara-descendant thing." I said, a chuckle escaping my mouth.

'When did I let my guard down around him? He may not be hostile but he is still dangerous'

"First, let's take a walk. Let us know about each other. I respect strong people and you are strong." I spoke, surprising myself with the familiarity and the sincerity in his voice, or in that they even escaped his mouth in the first place.

"I am down for that."

"I want to know Konoha's version of why the Uchiha left the village. And left behind the others."

"Are you sure, it is pretty brutal what your ancestors did."

"I will be fine, what you tell me may not even be right. After all most the world views us as bloodthirsty monsters, I mean sure we love to fight and love to toy with our opponent even more and yes, we tend to take a sadistic turn in battle but that's about it."

He scratched his head and laughed, "And you wonder why people think you guys are bad?"

"Yes, but you said people, not you. What do you think?"

"I think that no side of any story is ever fully correct and that you can only learn by personal experience."

"Is that so? Then what is your first impression of the future clan head of the Uchiha."

"I think that he is hiding something from people, he seems to be escaping something, he has a close friend, and he seems to be afraid of hurting them."

That shocked me, like positively knocked the breath out of me. We talked for 2 minutes and he read me like a book. I spend years learning to craft masks and this person comes and shatters it in seconds.
"At least that's what I think?"

"How did you come to that conclusion?"

"I am in the same situation myself."

"Are you now?"

"What is your secret and I shall tell you mine." Wondering where my sudden curiosity came from.

"I want to leave my village; I want to change the Shinobi System. This world is corrupted, you must be dedicated and ready for all sorts of horrors to change the Shinobi world." He replied, without hesitation or doubt.

"So, you can't be so mad if you think exactly as I do. The only thing left to do is find a way to meet each other and when." I asked and eventually I came up with an answer.

"3 years from now. A cloaked figure shall appear in your village atop your Kage's Office and a gigantic boom of thunder and a fireball shall be seen around the village, then we shall leave together."

"However, before you agree you plan to bring an unknown shinobi capable of many things along with you to watch your back."

"You wouldn't stab me in the back, Uchiha have a sense of honour. The only thing I noticed when fighting Uchiha."

"Well, I am glad we left a nice impression. Let us get some water from a river and then we shall spar."

Again, the silence enveloped them once again. This time in wonder at the idea of another S-Rank that had the same idea and ideology as them, that they just agreed to leave their villages in 3 years. It was mind-boggling.

When they reached the riverbank, there was another boy with a similar set of armour to theirs albeit a little more beaten up. He was drinking from the river and seemed to be in his own world.

"I take it your Hashirama?" He looked up and seemed a little out of it.

"Who is asking?" he replied.

"Madara Senju and Susano'o Uchiha."

"Yes, this is Hashirama Uzumaki."

"Why are you this far out?"

"Because I escaped my village's destruction."

"Oh, so Uzushio has fallen. To what force?"

"My own."

"You struck against your family. Have you lost your sanity? Or perhaps was it the death of your sister, because I loved the Uzumaki as my own."

"We were losing our way. We were to become corrupted and so I ended it. I regret it more than I have anything, I felt something take control of my body."

"Would you like me to see the state of your mind?"

"I would prefer not to have a Uchiha in my mind. You people are demons with your genjutsu."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome."

"Wait, I don't understand. You, Hashirama Uzumaki, the legend and hope of the Uzumaki Clan. The pride and joy of your grandfather. Murdered everybody in your village simply because and then you say your body was not of your own control."

"Simply put, yes."

"If it was not of your own volition, I put no blame on you. My vengeance shall chase after the one who controlled you." I said that with such a straight face and devoid of any emotion it shocked myself.

"You have no home is what I have gained from this conversation as well however." I followed up. "You may not want to stay in another village. We shall find you a place to stay and in 3 years from now, today, we shall approach you and we shall hide there. Afterwards, we shall find a way to revolutionise the world. We shall elect the leader then. We can all bring only one person though."

"I agree. What is left is your agreement. Together we are literally undefeatable." Madara followed up, cheerier than he was earlier.

After thinking for a little, he agreed. "Fine, but I shall start an information network."

And that was the day, a trio of legend formed a team beyond any to have existed. It was only rivalled by the times of old, of a sage and his two sons before they branched off.

This was the formation of a team that would rebuild this world.

This was the myths, reborn.

Yes, it's true, they were indeed reborn.

(A/N)

Moving fast, yes. But the true story begins after a little. And it really sets in the second book.