Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Tajima's death made Madara seem to have grown up overnight.

There is a big difference between the clan leader and ordinary clansmen. At least, the clan leader deserves a "grand" funeral after his death.

To say that grandness is only relative, from the perspective of divine power, it is just that.

In order to prevent the news from leaking, other clans took the opportunity to attack Uchiha, and most of the ninjas in the clan were sent out to defend around the clan territory.

The clansmen rarely have time to express their condolences. How can it be more grand?

By the time the last batch of condolences ordinary civilians left the mourning hall, a blurry moon had already risen into the sky.

After the two brothers Uchiha Hu and Uchiha Tou told them that they could come to them if anything happened, they were urged by Madara to go home and rest.

Madara had never participated in the management of funerals in the past. The two brothers helped organize the funerals.

Even though his mother passed away a few years ago, Madara only rushed back after the incident. At that time, he went out to perform a mission. When he came back, his mother had been dead for three days.

At that time, as he does now, he knelt quietly in the mourning hall in front of his mother's portrait.

Compared with the guilt and self-blame he felt at that time, at least he didn't feel such regret when facing his father.

Izuna grew up, and even though his father passed away, he never shed tears again. He stayed by Madara's side silently, accompanying him silently.

Although the two brothers were silent, they seemed to be able to fully understand each other's mood.

They all know that in this world, there is no one who has blood ties with them anymore, only each other is left.

"Are you afraid, Quan Na?"

After a long time, Madara looked at Tajima's portrait and asked Senna.

Quan Nai also followed his gaze and saw that his father in the portrait was more dignified than usual. Although his brows were not furrowed, he had an aura of calmness and dignity. In this way, his brother was very similar to his father.

However, in Izuna's mind, Tajima is still kind after all. Perhaps because he is the youngest son, his father's expectations for him are not as high as Madara's, so he is lucky enough to see his father's smiling faces more than his brother.

Quan Nai was silent for a while, then shook his head, "I still have you, my brother, and my second brother. As long as you are all here, I am not afraid."

Madara raised his hand and touched Quan Nai's head, and pursed his lips bitterly. He was very satisfied with Quan Nai's answer.

The reason why Tajima was intercepted by Hinata is obvious.

If Kamui hadn't killed Hyuga's clan leader, Hyuga Ryukou, in full public view, they might not have taken action against Tajima today.

In other words, Tajima was indirectly killed by Kamui.

This kind of voice in the clan was also very loud, but Madara deliberately ignored it.

He could ignore it, but he wasn't sure what Izuna thought.

After all, Izuna is young, and children can easily be incited by others, so he is worried.

However, Quan Nai was not confused by those voices, he was still the same person.

The last pile of incense paper in the brazier in front of him was burned out. Madara rubbed his numb legs, stood up from the floor, and pulled Izuna up with him.

"Go back and have a good sleep. Without father, our future life will only be more difficult. Do you understand what I mean?"

Izuna looked into Madara's eyes, pursed her lips and nodded, looking a little aggrieved but firm.

After Izuna left, Madara stared blankly at Tajima in the portrait for a while, and then slowly walked out.

As soon as I walked out of the mourning hall, I saw Shenwei standing against the wall and looking at the sky.

In the past few days, Madara has been busy with Tajima's funeral, and he has no time or thought about Kamui.

And Shenwei, forced by those voices and accusations, stayed in the other courtyard and never came out.

This is the first time he has walked out of the courtyard in recent days.

"Kamui..." Seeing him, Madara was startled. He didn't expect Kamui to appear here.

Shenwei kept looking at the night sky. It was the rainy season now. It rained every three days. Wanting to see the high sky, the moon and stars became a luxury.

The moon became even blurrier than before, leaving only a faint, dark ball of light.

Thick clouds are pressing down, and whenever there is a strong wind, there will be rain.

Madara also looked up at the sky with him. Apart from the cloudy sky, there was nothing special about it.

"It's going to rain soon," Kamui said carelessly.

Madara looked at it again and responded softly: "Ah, maybe it will rain in the middle of the night."

Shenwei still looked at him, his face expressionless, just so deserted, "It's summer. If it rains, there will be thunder and lightning, right?"

Madara had a confused look on his face and nodded silently.

Kamui took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then murmured a few words with a hint of despair and helplessness, "I hate summer rain..."

No, actually, what he hates is just thunder and lightning.

Madara actually doesn't quite understand Kamui's intention here. Although on the surface, his father and Kamui are on good terms with each other, in private, the two people no longer meet. It seems that they both have intentions for each other. Even before his father set off, Kamui had I took the initiative to send it, but...

"Are you here to find me or..." Madara held on to a glimmer of hope after all.

Kamui returned his gaze to Madara's face. In the dark night, under the dim light, he smiled slightly and asked, "Can I go in and worship?"

Madara was stunned for a moment, his heart warmed, and he was moved for no reason for a moment. He nodded, "I think father will also be happy. Come, I will accompany you in."

With that said, Madara grabbed Kamui's wrist and took a few quick steps to bring him into the mourning hall.

Incense was burning in the mourning hall, and the fragrance was lingering.

Kamui took the incense that Madara had lit and respectfully inserted it into the incense burner.

He looked at Tajima now and felt that Tajima's eyes were a little fiercer.

Did Tajima know that he was plotting against him before he died?

When he decided to send himself to Hinata's house, did he think that one day he would die because of this decision?

Everyone is dead, so what’s the point of knowing this?

There is at least one thing in this world that is equal to all living beings, and that is death.

Even if he is dead, talking about hatred is really a bit unclear.

"Madara, can't you hear the noise outside?"

Madara was startled, not understanding what Kamui meant.

What sound, he heard nothing.

He glanced blankly outside the mourning hall and heard Kamui ask again, "Madara, don't you hate me?"

This time, he understood.

In the silent mourning hall, Shenwei suddenly made a sound, like an iron rod hitting the glass, with a ringing sound that was so clear that it reached people's hearts.

Madara took a deep breath and said in a helpless tone, "What do they know? What should I do if I listen to them?"

The relationship between their family and Kamui is like a bad debt that outsiders don't know the details of, but no matter what, they were the ones who failed Kamui first. If the identities of the two were swapped, Madara felt that he might have done more than Kamui. , so, what qualifications does he have to blame him and hate him?

Kamui smiled lightly, the expression on his face was very unclear.

Madara thought he didn't believe what he said, so he quickly added: "You can't be blamed for this matter. I know what you suffered there. If it were me... if it were me..."

Kamui stared blankly at Tajima's disgusted face for a while, knowing that he heard something vaguely in his ears.

His eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled, and he came back to his senses, his face looking a little ugly.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the night sky outside. Shenwei shook his head with dark eyes, "No, you don't know."

This kind of weather always makes him involuntarily think of that terrifying rainy night, and of the well-dressed beast he killed. Even if the other person didn't have time to do anything more extreme, the desperate fear and nausea at that time always lingered in that specific moment. Time found him and made him miserable.

The fragility and strength of people are beyond imagination. Sometimes, just bad memories can make a person collapse, but sometimes, one can also find that one can grit one's teeth and walk for a long time. Road, a painful road.

He endured a lot of physical pain and torture, but could not get rid of the mental shackles.

Shenwei knew that he needed a psychiatrist, but in this world and in this era, where could he find a psychiatrist?