[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

The room fell into an awkward silence for a brief moment.

The hot wind of midsummer carries the cicada's love words into the house through the window. The wind chimes make a tinkling sound due to the flowing heat, breaking the silence of the pond like a raindrop.

"so……?"

Sasami, who couldn't read the air, raised her eyebrows in confusion and raised her hand to ask.

Quan Nai's expression became a little scary. He seemed to recall some incredible things. He covered his lips with his fingers in surprise, and his eyes gradually became wandering.

He actually already had his own guess in his heart, but for some reason, he didn't dare to speak at this time. Riru is a fool who doesn't know ninjutsu, and her words have been ignored by the two brothers tacitly. Madara hasn't thought too far yet. Izuna and Riru are just children who haven't grown up yet. What can they do...

What can be done...

If Sasami could understand Madara's heart at this time, she would definitely not be able to help but tell him the truth: Children can do more with each other than with you, an adult.

The three of them entered a strange thinking mode together, and the room returned to an embarrassing silence. Izuna, who was worried about something in her heart, first backed down, pretended to be calm and patted her head, saying: "I, I'm going to practice shuriken..."

Then escape at the speed of light.

Didn’t you practice very well when you were twelve? Seeing his brother's retreating back, Madara was puzzled, so he turned around and asked the innocent-looking Riru with his eyes.

"?" Liru spread her hands to show her innocence, "I don't know."

Madara thought carefully again, why such a change happened... No, from the time when her chakra became the same as that of Izuna, she didn't understand what was going on.

But if we talk about his recent interaction with her...

He frowned and looked at his wrist reflexively.

Seeing him looking at the scar that she had personally branded for "Love Liar", she curled her lips with some pride, feeling extremely proud of her masterpiece. As if remembering something again, she reflexively looked at her wrist.

——Teacher Izuna, to you, am I also a "love liar"? !

Thinking of such and such things, even an innocent man like Madara couldn't help but think of an outrageous guess. He followed her gaze and found that the wrist where the bone lines were exposed due to the low subcutaneous fat was almost the same position as his. Against the white skin, the purple-red teeth marks became more intense. Be conspicuous.

He recalled the scene he saw outside the window that day.

"Teacher Izuna"

"Teacher Izuna"

"Teacher Izuna"

"..."

A woman and her brother, this should be a double joy, how could it become like this?

>>>

Sasami didn't know what Madara and Izuna discussed in private. Perhaps because of their long-term close relationship, they had reached a tacit understanding without saying anything.

Teacher Izuna is still her "Ms. Izuna", and the love liar is still the "love liar" who made her angry. At first glance, nothing seems to have changed.

Since then, Teacher Izuna has inexplicably fallen in love with checking her learning progress. Once he finds that there is another change in chakra, he will teach her some courses to change her back to the original state.

And Madara...

He also became her teacher, but in a real sense. He is a very strict teacher. Compared with "Ms. Izuna", his willpower is not at the same level. He does not accept bribes at all. No matter "The Shining of the Goddess of Light" or further intimate behavior, nothing can make this cruel man. produce vacillation.

Under Madara's high-pressure rule, in order to become a qualified ninja and not waste her talents, Sasami practiced in hell mode every day and fell asleep with muscle soreness all over her body.

"I can't walk anymore..."

After finishing the day's practice, she lay facelessly on the wooden floor of the verandah, tugging pitifully on his sleeve.

"...I don't want a love liar, I want Teacher Izuna." Seeing that Madara ignored her, Sasami wailed, leaving him with a curled back as if she was angry with him.

Glancing at the huddled figure, he smiled a little, and noticed some subtle unwillingness. He took the piece of clothing out of her hand and asked with a straight face: "Compared to Quan Nai, do you hate me so much?"

"As a teacher, of course Izuna is the gentler one."

Looking at the overlapping purple-red tooth marks on both wrists, she reluctantly added, "But when you do this and that, you are cuter."

——Her wrist had been bitten by Quan Nai countless times. Before the old tooth marks had time to fade away, new ones had already been imprinted on her wrist and even other parts of her body. Even if she did such a bad thing, she still couldn't bring herself to blame him. Cute boys always have privileges.

Madara had always believed that his younger brother was a good boy with a kind nature, and that it must be someone else's fault for doing such a thing. But the traces were really shocking, which made him feel a sense of compassion inexplicably.

Riru always looks a little sad when she's not smiling.

He put his arm around her waist and held her in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, as if he were using her as a large pillow, sitting together quietly.

The summer wind also slowed down accordingly, blowing over their bodies with a gentle sigh. Under the shadow that the sunlight could not reach directly, time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

His long black hair was close to her cheek. After the distance was so close, the ends of his hair were stuck in her face, making her feel a little numb and itchy. Reaching out to brush his hair behind his ears, Sasami looked up at the sky outside the eaves.

"You and Hashirama..."

"We are no longer friends." Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted.

"...I just want to say that Hashirama still remembers his dream at that time." She recalled Hashirama's eyes that seemed to be shining with thousands of stars when he talked, and she felt pity for him.

Madara was also a little emotional for a moment, and a sense of absurdity that seemed to be from another world came to his heart. That period of friendship was as fragile as a dream bubble, disappearing too quickly like dew and lightning.

The promise of "protecting my younger brother" made at that time has now been extended to more people. They have become the heads of their respective clans, shouldering more and heavier responsibilities, hatred and honor. The idea of ​​reconciliation is almost a kind of betrayal.

Is the process of possession necessarily the prerequisite for losing?

This kind of war is really too sad.

"Let it end soon..."

In the late summer and early autumn of this year, when the sound of cicadas was fading away, the war between Uchiha and Senju started again.