Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Kamui leaned back against the tree heavily and pulled Madara's long hair, "Are you going to keep leaning on my shoulder like this?"

"Well..." Madara responded dully, "Let me lean against you for a while, just for a while, and then go back after I calm down, otherwise Izuna will be worried if she wakes up."

The smell of blood on his body could not be covered no matter what. As long as he returned to the tent, Quan Na would definitely wake up after smelling the smell.

Speaking of Izuna, Kamui's cold heart became warmer.

He didn't say anything else, just leaned against the tree honestly, letting Uchiha Madara rest against him.

This happened to me when I was young. At that time, Kamui was extremely anxious when he saw the scarred Madara. Madara leaned against him, so he put his arms around him and patted Madara's back over and over again.

It was Madara's first time on the battlefield. He had no experience and had never seen such a tragic scene. The several-year-old Madara Uchiha was so scared that he was trembling. He couldn't even protect himself, let alone kill the enemy.

He was chased and beaten by the enemy, and was bruised all over his body. If it were not for the protection of his tribe, he might have died in the hands of the enemy.

In this way, he failed to get comfort from his father Tajima. Instead, he was scolded by Tajima, saying that he was useless.

Madara was hurt, scared and aggrieved.

This was the first time he knew the cruelty of war. This first battlefield experience was like a thorn piercing deeply into his heart.

Seeing the frustrated Madara seeking comfort in his arms, the little man was obviously very worried, but still tried to comfort him with a smile, "Madara, you are already great if you can come back alive. You are the hero of Uchiha."

Madara weakly raised his head from his thin shoulders, his eyes full of frustration and confusion.

"Hero?" He was puzzled.

What kind of hero could he be if he was so weak? If he hadn't been rescued by his clan members, he would have died long ago under the enemy's ninjutsu.

However, the little divine power is his determined eyes. On the edge of the dark night, his dark eyes shine like stars.

He said: "You went to the battlefield to protect me and my brothers, and to protect the Uchiha clan. You are our hero."

At that time, Uchiha Madara was completely shocked. He stared blankly at Kamui's young face. The smile seemed to contain analgesics that could relieve the pain of the wounds all over his body. The eyes were sincere and could soothe the frustrated soul.

After his father scolded him for being useless, and after his mother cried silently, he found comfort in Kamui.

"You are my hero, Madara."

Madara has remembered this sentence for more than ten years. From that day on, he had a goal, his most determined goal since becoming a ninja.

Protect your brothers and friends, protect your tribe, and build a peaceful and beautiful ninja world without war or casualties.

So many years have passed, and now, he once again showed his vulnerable side and leaned on Kamui's shoulder, but Kamui did not say those words again.

He protected him again, but Kamui didn't say that he was his hero again.

What he said is that as long as you can win, there is no such thing as being aboveboard.

Madara was lost in memories, and most of his strength was on Kamui's shoulders. Kamui felt a little heavy, and just as he was about to push him away, he heard Madara whisper: "This time, am I still your hero?"

The raised hand froze next to Madara's arm. Kamui was stunned for a full 2 ​​minutes before he finally understood.

One of Madara's hands was placed on Kamui's other shoulder. During these two long minutes, Madara's fingers grasped Kamui's clothes with slight force.

He stubbornly asked, "This time, I killed those who wanted to assassinate you. Am I still your hero?"

Shenwei's eyes moved upward, and the moon jumped out of the clouds at this moment, and its cool radiance came down again with the cool breeze in the second half of the night, shining on the two of them.

Shenwei smiled calmly with the corners of his mouth raised.

Hero, men seem to care about this title. Which man doesn’t want to be a hero, and which man can become a hero if he can?

"Ah, if you still want to protect me, then you are my hero." Such lies are easy to come by.

Several years of proton career have taught him a new skill - talking to people and talking to ghosts.

If you want to enjoy the results without doing anything yourself, providing emotional value to the tool person is also a very important method.

Heroes, what kind of heroes? How can there be more heroes than bears?

However, Uchiha Madara was very pleased with Kamui's affirmation. Such an affirmation, neither salty nor bland, was like a dose of good medicine injected into Madara's heart.

He raised his head from Shenwei's shoulder, and a gentle smile appeared on his usually cold face.

This kind of Uchiha Madara is really easy to fool.

People of the Uchiha clan have always valued emotions the most. They are always able to remember the smallest details, thus forming a so-called bond with people.

Madara is the one who carries out this "problem" of this ninja clan to the end.

Because they grew up together, one of them is kind and weak, and the other is soft-hearted and strong.

Just like the two words concave and convex, they fit and complement each other.

He clearly remembered all the good things Kamui did to Madara, and by thinking of these kindnesses, he could protect Kamui for the rest of his life.

But Kamui at this time was no longer the same Uchiha Kamui. He knew everything about the two of them in the past, but it was just like watching a movie.

That was a memory that belonged to someone else. Even though he integrated the memory, he still couldn't completely turn it into his own.

He always cared about Madara, and he cared about how he allowed Tajima to send him to Hyuga even though he said he would never abandon him, and let him live an inhuman life for four years.

He placed this debt on Madara's head.

Many times, Kamui is in a trance and confused.

When he saw Madara doing so many things for him, he would not be able to figure out which side of this man was true.

But these seem to be unimportant. No one is important. Only you are the center of the world.

The Kamui at this time was somewhat rebellious, or it could be said that the ancestral rebelliousness in the Uchiha bloodline came into play at this time.

He looked at Ban who smiled warmly at him, his eyebrows raised unconsciously, and even his eyes became playful.

"Since you still want to be my hero, do you want to help me when I go to Senju's house to steal Tobirama and Hashirama brothers?"

Madara, who was still smiling at first, changed his expression instantly after hearing Kamui's words.

He took a step back, farther away from Kamui, with rejection written all over his handsome face.

"You can't be a human being...at least you can't..."

"Hey~" Kamui rolled his eyes at this duplicitous guy.

Madara looked hesitantly at Kamui's beautiful face. No matter how he looked at it, this face had nothing to do with perversion.

But why are the ideas so outrageous?

Even though he didn't like Senju Tobirama very much, he thought it was outrageous to steal someone out and change into women's clothes.

"Kamui," Madara called Kamui's name hesitantly, and finally asked the doubts in his heart, "Are you...are you sick?"

Or a mental illness.

When I think about it, before going to the Hinata's house, Kamui was normal in all aspects, but after staying at the Hinata's house for four years, it was only when he came back that things gradually became apparent, and everything started to rush in an abnormal direction.

Get ill?

Shenwei weighed the word, and after a long while, he nodded speciously. He smiled at Madara like a dog, "Ah, I'm sick, do you have any medicine?"

Ban: "What disease?"

Kamui took a deep breath and smiled brighter, his little white teeth shining like shells in the moonlight. He said: "I can't see the disease you suffer from when you wear women's clothes. If you want to save me, you have to prescribe the right medicine."

The veins on Madara's forehead were about to jump. It was very hard for him to resist the thought of beating him.

"How about you feel aggrieved and wear it once for me to see?"

"Hey, let me tell you..."

The god turned around calmly and didn't want to pay attention to him anymore. He waved his hand, lifted the barrier, and walked towards the way he came.

Covering his mouth and yawning, Shenwei muttered, "I don't want to wrong myself, and I don't want me to have any ideas about Qianju Tobijian. Your family doesn't live by the sea, so your control is so lenient."

"Hey, I just..." Madara hurried to catch up.

"If you don't wear it, don't worry about me. Are you a centipede? You can get in anywhere?"

Madara discovered that not only did Kamui grow taller with age, but his eloquence also grew with him.

It was clear that the two of them were evenly matched when it came to quarreling in the past, but now, they were suppressed by the divine power.

Thinking about it made him angry, but he was speechless.