[Naruto] I really don’t know how to use wood escape.

Madara brought back an orange-red fox-like creature with nine tails. Rong could only "see" that this creature was a ball of huge energy.

When Rong woke up, Madara was meditating under the Ten-Tails Seat. Hearing the noise, Madara came quickly.

"Rong, are you awake?"

"Yes, Madara-kun, I'm sorry that my brother caused you trouble."

"Rong... you..."

"what happened?"

For a moment, Madara just wanted to reveal everything hidden in his heart, ask her about her secrets and their relationship, but Madara is a taciturn person, especially when facing relatives and lovers, he is not used to revealing his true feelings. , so such a thought turned into ashes and was swallowed into the unfinished words.

"Rong, do you want to go back to Konoha?" Madara asked.

Rong neither nodded nor shook his head, "Madara-kun, your birthday is coming soon, do you want to celebrate it together?"

Birthdays seem to happen every year, but they feel far away. Ever since Izuna left, Madara has never had a serious birthday.

I think Birong also wants to go out.

Madara thought of the young girls in Uchiha. Most of them were restless and wandered around the village in groups as soon as they moved there, even though the village was still in dire need and was very deserted.

"Then go out."

Rong thought of Quan Nai. Quan Nai would always come to read novels to her out of fear that she would be bored. The books at this time were not interesting, most of them were some history, and the romantic affairs of celebrities seemed a little more interesting.

The young man looked at the books that he had asked others to buy and regretted them greatly. However, he had to shoot when the arrow was on the string. He read on and read some ambiguous parts. The young man blushed with anxiety.

Rong could feel the boy's heightened psychological activity for no apparent reason. She only knew that the boy was reading intermittently. Later, she told the matter to Ling Ling as a joke. Ling Ling at that time was not as complicated as he would be later. After hearing this She said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Mr. Quan Nai is also a person who doesn't like it."

This happened to be heard by Madara who came, and Madara retorted: "Izuna is very good."

Ling just laughed and shook his head, saying nothing.

Now that I think about it, everything has changed.

Everyone is different from before.

Rong felt a little sad, but he understood better that the world was always like this, only focusing on changes and not caring about anything else.

But the most important thing is not this. In Izuna's books, human women often present a treasure to a man on his birthday.

Human beings regard it as extremely important. Although Rong doesn't know what's so good about it, human beings understand human beings best, and it's always right to imitate them in doing things.

At night, the moon played with Qinghui, and Rong put on a gorgeous kimono given to him by Madara and sat on his knees on the bed in a dark small room.

Ban Meng walked over with his eyes open. Because of his excellent physical fitness, he didn't need eyesight and he wouldn't be unable to walk well.

When you are blindfolded, your other senses become more acute.

The slight wind was carried by him as he walked, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other reached his ears. When Madara heard Rong getting up, he gradually had a guess in his heart, but he was not sure due to various factors.

The lipsticked red lips were raised, and in the center of the blurry field of vision, a tall man stood. He was wearing a loose navy blue yukata, and his hair was spread out. He was as unruly as he was, and Rong could not see him. She didn't know whether it was approval or disapproval. The heavy clothes made her breathless, so she pulled her rough palms.

The warm palm was pulled over by her without much resistance. This was the first time for Rong to do such a thing. Perhaps the creator added a blind desire to please into her soul when she was created. She did not reject anyone, so everyone The gods or humans who recognized her all lamented her kindness.

Is she really such a kind person?

Rong had doubts in his mind.

But this is not the time to think deeply.

There is one thing that is more important.

The tall young man was pulled hard by Rong and lay down on the bed. He was as quiet as a corpse.

What to do next?

On the contrary, Rong was a little at a loss.

That was the part that Izuna skipped when studying. It was a mysterious area that she had never set foot in.

It's a dirty thing that a god doesn't have to listen to.

The young man was very quiet, letting Rong sit on top of him. His solid muscles were like a red copper wall. He slowly turned over, as if resisting the great pain, and pressed Rong on the bed. His cherry hair was scattered on the bed. The moonlight climbed over the window sill and ran in from the tall, small window, illuminating the dark room.

Madara did not pull off the black satin from his eyes, he was running away from something.

He stroked Rong's slightly cool skin with his palms, feeling the fine fluff on it, and then put his hand under Rong's head.

Rong's head was so small that Madara lifted his body up slightly and put one hand on the bed.

The pale lips and lipstick were tightly stuck together, their breaths intertwined, and a faint woody fragrance floated into Madara's nose.

Madara felt as if he had stepped into the clouds and sang loudly among the clouds. The touch on his mouth was so soft and warm...even the scarred heart became whole.

In the dark room, the flowers embroidered on the luxurious kimono were being stirred, and a shy flower grew by the moist river. Suddenly, a torrent washed it away, and it hung precariously on the branch, blown by the strong wind. The wheeze blew by, and the white waves were slapped hard on the shore with the sound of water.

The moonlight shyly hid in the clouds, so everything in this room was invisible.

Early the next morning, Rong slept here. Her body was very weak. After such an experience, she had to rest for at least two or three days. Madara told her to have a good rest and did not let her go back to the humid cave.

It wasn't until the third day that Tobirama broke into the room and woke up Rong who was sleeping on the bed.

"Rong, are you okay??!" Tobirama lost his usual calmness, he frowned and shouted with a straight face.

Rong opened his eyes drowsily and saw Tobirama politely closing the door to the room, "Madara-kun?"

Between the doors: ...

He tried to calm down.

Calm failure.

"Sei...Madara...he is dead."

Rong finally came to his senses, "Madara-kun is dead?"

Like Izuna, who is gradually getting colder?

Tobirama replied coldly: "Yes, Madara is dead, killed by my elder brother. Yesterday, Madara brought Kyuubi to Konoha to ask for a fight with elder brother. They fought in the Valley of the End, and in the end the elder brother won. , and Madara is dead.”

Tobirama's tone was complicated. He didn't know what Rong would think. He didn't want Rong to be sad, but the fact was that Rong would know it sooner or later.

Behind the door, what Tobirama didn't see was that Rong's face was still very gentle, as if this incident had not caused any fluctuations in her.

Life and death are things that gods are used to, and Rong... is a god.

She just had a little regret.

Only a little.