Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Regarding Madara's accusation, Kamui didn't want to accept it. He gently rubbed the sore spot from Madara's knock with his palm. Seeing that Madara was so worried about him, he rarely became serious.

"Following Dou is more dangerous than following others, so I didn't choose him."

"What do you mean by that?"

Uchiha Toto is second only to Uchiha Tajima and Uchiha Hibiscus in the clan. For such a master, in order to increase the chance of winning, there will definitely be many people from Senju's side to surround him. If he follows him, he will definitely be affected.

If it really comes to this point, it is still unknown whether Dou will be able to take action to protect himself. People's instinctive reaction is to protect themselves first. After making sure that they are fine, they will subconsciously protect the weak ones nearby.

If he can't take action to protect himself, then his situation will be too dangerous.

Compared with this, he might as well stay with an ordinary person who doesn't attract attention. When dealing with an old man, the other party is likely to relax. If it is an average ninja, Kamui can still have a chance of survival with good physical skills.

Furthermore, as he just said, a person with average ability could live to be 30 years old during the Warring States Period when the average life span was more than 58 years old. Not to mention other things, this kind of luck is unmatched by others.

He was lucky enough to survive, and Kamui thought that by following him, he might be able to do the same.

"Oh, luck. If I relied on luck, I would have died countless times."

Kamui was not indifferent to Madara at all, he also smiled, the dim light shone on his face, and his eyes were filled with amusement.

"Yes, you didn't rely on luck, you relied on me, but Madara," Kamui rolled over on his side and looked at his cold and childish face, "being able to have a younger brother with a special physique that can be a blood pack for you is in itself It’s just luck.”

"..."

Madara was speechless by his rebuke, his mouth was open for a long time and he couldn't say a single word.

He couldn't refute Shenwei's idea, but he still felt uneasy after all.

The oil in the lamp finally burned out, and with a chirping sound, a puff of smoke dispersed, and the only candle in the room also went out.

In the darkness, the two brothers were lying in their own quilts on the tatami not far apart.

Madara couldn't sleep, staring at the hazy roof with his big eyes open.

Beside him, Kamui had fallen asleep, and the sound of shallow breathing reached his ears regularly.

He turned his head to look at his younger brother, and in the hazy light and shadow, he could vaguely see the profile of Kamui.

He had watched his younger brother grow up, and after losing Myoko and Togakushi, he and Izuna were the only ones left.

"You must not die on the battlefield, you must not."

Kamui was still in a light sleep. He seemed to have heard Madara's instructions. He hummed and muttered, "I know, I will come back alive. Don't worry, brother."

Madara once again heard Kamui call him brother. After that time, he rarely called him brother anymore, and he mostly called him by his first name.

He felt sour inside and closed his eyes tightly.

Shenwei cannot die again.

~

The night passed quickly.

In the past, people danced when they heard the rooster, but now, they get up and fight when they hear the rooster crow. This feels a bit ironic.

There was no time for Kamui to stay in bed. He had to pack himself up within a quarter of an hour and rush to rendezvous with the large army.

Once a person's habits are formed, it is not easy to change them. In his previous life, he was used to getting up early, and it is the same now.

When he heard the second rooster crow, Shenwei was like a well-trained soldier. He quickly dressed and folded the bedding, and put all traces of himself into the wall cabinet.

When I was learning martial arts in Rongyuan, no matter what I did, if I was only half a beat slower, the master would hit me behind me with a stick. The better thing now is that no one is following me with a stick, so I don't have to worry about being beaten.

Madara stayed up all night, and when Kamui got up, he got up too.

Shenwei couldn't understand his behavior of insisting on getting up early even though he didn't need to. If it were him, he wouldn't be like this. He would have to cover his head with a quilt and sleep until he wakes up naturally.

Madara put on his kimono, his expression still filled with uncontrollable worry.

"I'll send you."

Of course you are referring to Kamui and Izuna.

Shenwei sneered, looking at him as if he were a fool, "Didn't you pretend to be sick to escape and go to the battlefield? If you send us off now, you are simply telling the tribe that you are fooling them."

I've been seen through...

Madara looked at Kamui for a long time and said nothing. He just stood there, watching his brother put on the armor on himself.

Madara was not on the battlefield, but Kamui was still wearing a black clan uniform that was different from the others. He moved neatly and quickly dressed up. Regardless of his still slightly thin body, he really looked like a warrior on an expedition. .

As he spoke, he was fully armed. Shenwei clenched his fist and punched his chin a few times. After thinking briefly for a few seconds, he quickly walked to the closet, opened the drawer, took out the fox mask from inside and put it on his face.

"I'm leaving. Just stay here and lie down. When you are sick, you should act like you are sick. Have you ever seen a sick person who is lively and energetic?"

Madara's face heated up at what he said, but Kamui didn't care much about it. He adjusted the mask on his face and said loudly: "I understand what you are afraid of, but Madara, you have to face what you have to face."

Madara stared at his brother walking out the door with wide eyes, suddenly a little scared, "Do you know everything?"

With a warm smile on his face under the mask, Shenwei replied: "How can two people living in the same house have secrets? But don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Kamiwei, I just..."

Kamui's hand had already touched the door frame, but he did not immediately open the paper door. He stopped, turned his face to look at Madara who was standing there at a loss, and smiled at him.

"I actually don't understand friendship very well." In the past, apart from attending classes at school, all his spare time was occupied by martial arts training, and his so-called friends were all seniors.

He doesn't know how to find friends outside this circle and how to get along with them.

Thinking about it this way, his seventeen or eighteen years were really a failure.

"While you still have the means to maintain this innocence, try to maintain it. After all, you will have to fight to the death in the future."

After that, he suddenly opened the paper door and shouted diagonally into the opposite room.

"Quanna, come here!"

Hearing the shout, Quan Nai responded and ran outside. After all, a nine-year-old child, even though he had been on the battlefield many times, was still not very good at wearing armor.

As he ran out of the room, he tied his belt in a mess, and finally tied it in a tight knot.

"Why are you calling me? There are still 4 minutes left." He muttered.

Kamui snorted softly and opened the paper door. He leaned against the door frame with a relaxed tone and a smile, "Take these four minutes to say goodbye to my brother."

When he said this, Quan Na and Madara were stunned at the same time. Quan Na reacted first and felt that Kamui was right.

He felt very reluctant at the thought of not being able to see his brother for a while, so he hurried to Madara.

"Brother, if you take good care of yourself at home, my second brother and I will definitely come back alive."

It is said that murder kills the heart, but Izuna's seemingly considerate words were like a sharp knife piercing Madara's heart directly.

He frowned and looked at Quan Nai. Quan Nai adjusted her armor and smiled innocently at Madara. He patted his chest and assured Madara, "I will definitely protect my second brother. Don't worry."

Despite his young age, Izuna is no weaker than Madara in terms of talent. He is also considered one of the best among his peers in the study of ninjutsu, and is especially good at genjutsu.

Madara couldn't say the word trust, and he felt too guilty to look directly into Izuna's pure eyes.

"Okay, Quan Nai, it's time for us to go."

"Okay," Quan Nai squeezed Madara's cold fingers before leaving. He didn't look scared, "Let's go, brother."

Madara kept looking at his two younger brothers with a complicated expression. Kamui was at the door, wearing a fox mask on his face so that Madara couldn't see his expression, but he could imagine it by just guessing.

Kamui, he must have a smile on his lips and naked disdain in his eyes.

As an older brother, he did a terrible job.

Quan Nai had already gone out. Before leaving, Kamui turned around and glanced at Madara.

Like Izuna, his tone was very relaxed, as if he was just going out for an outing, not fighting to the death on the battlefield.

"Madara," Kamui called him, "don't show such an expression. Izumi and I probably won't die, but if you are worried, come and save us."

"..."

"Really go, otherwise you will be scolded."

Before he finished speaking, the person had already disappeared at the door. Madara caught up with him, only to see the back of Kamui striding out with his arm on Izuna's shoulders.

His brows furrowed even more tightly, and Madara murmured.

"You used to be most afraid of following me into the battlefield. Why did you..."

After sighing silently, Madara lowered his head.

It’s different, it’s been different for a long time. After that incident, Kamui seemed to be a different person, wasn’t it?