Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

As I walked along the corridor leading from the main house to the annex with my red bean rice, a sudden snowflake fell on the bowl.

The snowflakes fell on the steaming red beans and rice and melted instantly.

Madara stopped and tilted his body to look at the sky. The sky turned leaden gray at some point, or it might have been cloudy last night, but it was still dark when he got up, so he didn't notice it.

Looking at the sky, he couldn't help but think of the day Kamui went to Hinata's house, which was already six years ago.

There were snowflakes that day too.

His inner emotions were complicated, but when he thought that Shenwei was by his side now, he felt satisfied.

Without stopping any longer, Madara tiptoed back to the annex. When he passed the door of Quan Nai's room, he covered it with his hands to avoid the aroma of red beans and rice wafting in.

Madara ran so fast that he opened the paper door and entered Kamui's room without even knocking.

Not long after Kamui woke up, the first paper door was all opened. When Madara entered, he was wrapped in a quilt and leaning on the edge paper door on the side of the yard.

The paper door was opened with a small gap. When I stretched out my hand, I could occasionally catch the snowflakes falling on the edge.

Kamui was used to Madara coming in uninvited and without knocking.

After a quick glance, Kamui continued to focus on the yard. The snow was falling heavier than before, crystal clear and icy cold.

Madara put the red beans and rice on the low table, walked over and closed the paper door.

Kamui glared at him displeased, but he didn't notice it.

"You are weak, so you should be more careful in winter. If you catch a cold, you will get hot, and you will suffer."

Kamui rolled his eyes and saw Madara squat down and tuck his exposed arms into the quilt, then wrap him up tightly.

This posture reminded Kamui of a baby. When a mother wraps a baby, it is like this. The whole body is wrapped, only one face is exposed.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but chuckle, it seemed very interesting.

Presumably, I was treated like this by my mother when I was a child.

Well, thinking of my mother on a day like this...

Seeing him smiling, Madara was stunned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Shenwei shook his head. Because it was a cloudy day, the sky was not bright. There were wide eaves blocking the room, so the indoor light was not bright. Everything looked hazy.

"Madara, you are like a mother."

"Mother?" This metaphor was something Madara didn't expect.

He stared blankly at Shenwei. The quilt had wrapped Shenwei's entire body, only revealing his sleepy sleeping face. At this moment, Shenwei was smiling, his eyes were bright, and his smile was gentle and childish.

He suddenly thought of that night under the cliff. At that time, Shenwei had a fever that would not go away. The fever made him talk nonsense in a daze. At that time, he cried and called his mother over and over again.

Mom, this is the name for Kamui...

At times like today, I do think of my mother.

Madara tried not to think about that, but moved the entire low table over like a treasure.

He pushed the still warm bowl of red beans and rice in front of Shenwei and said, "Eat it, it's still warm. I put some sugar in it, it should taste good."

Shenwei has little interest in red bean rice. He doesn't like eating rice dumplings, so naturally he won't like something similar to rice dumplings.

"I do not want to eat."

I do not want to eat?

Madara pursed his lips and stared at Kamui. On this day last year, they were still on the battlefield. The conditions on the battlefield were not good, so it was impossible to ask for so much, but today, they were all at home, and he could give him this.

"Take a bite at least." After a pause, Madara's cheeks turned red, and he said softly, "I made this when I got up early in the morning."

"Did you do it?" Shenwei suddenly became curious.

"As the leader of the Uchiha clan, why do you want to get up early to do this?" Kamui seemed to understand something again as he spoke, with a hint of joking in his eyes, "Oh~ I see, you are training with me, right?

In the past few days, I have been listening to those old guys from the Presbyterian Church saying that they are looking for a wife for you. You want to learn how to cook in advance to please them, right? "

When Kamui said this, Madara became anxious all of a sudden. He frowned, and naturally there was a hint of seriousness on his face. He pulled the quilt apart, pulled Kamui's arm out from inside, and then put the spoon into his hand. inside.

"Nothing, don't talk nonsense."

Kamui held the spoon and still had no intention of eating. His focus was entirely on the gossip he heard.

Madara has grown up. In that era when the average life span was about 30 years old, Madara, who had just turned 21, had reached the age to marry a wife and have children to reproduce.

I heard that Senju next door has arranged many blind dates for Hashirama, but nothing has happened so far.

The day before yesterday, Kamui and Izuna were handling official business in the patriarch's office. I heard from the gossip spirit Izuna that Tou Uchiha followed Madara more than ten times while holding the Uchiha family tree. Presumably, it was imminent for the clan leader to get married.

"Isn't there anyone you like? What we Uchiha are most in need of are good-looking girls. Are your eyes on the top of your head? No one likes you?"

Madara was momentarily embarrassed by what he said, but after holding it in for a long time, he felt more like giving up on himself.

Feeling completely exhausted, he sat down casually on the wooden floor, looking depressed and even his shoulders slumped.

"I, I don't like them."

Madara's voice was very low, as if he had no energy, and looking at his flat mouth, he seemed aggrieved.

Kamui raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

Holding his chin with one hand, Kamui looked at the frustrated Madara with a smile, and asked him, "I told you, you can't really be the one, right?"

"That one?" Madara looked confused, "Which one is that?"

"You won't..." Kamui clicked his tongue, wondering if what he said next would be too straightforward?

However, he really wanted to know Uchiha Madara's sexual orientation, and after much thought, he boldly asked.

"You don't really like Hashirama, do you?"

Madara gave a short sigh, "Ah, I like Hashirama. He is the first foreign friend I have made. The two of us..."

As he spoke, Madara stopped suddenly. He gradually opened his eyes wide and looked at Kamui, who was holding back a smile across from him, and seemed to realize what Kamui meant by liking.

"Hey-" His hands suddenly hit the table, shocking Kamui.

"What are you talking about, you bastard!"

"What's the matter?" Shenwei looked innocent, "Isn't it?"

"Of course not, Hashirama and I, how could we, we are both men, I..." Madara was stunned for a moment, what he wanted to say suddenly seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

He looked at Shenwei and couldn't speak any more.

"What's wrong with you?" Shenwei was still in high spirits and took advantage of the excitement to pursue him, wanting to ask clearly.

"I..." Madara looked into his smiling eyes, and after a while he lowered his head in confusion and haste.

Not like that, not like that at all.

Kamui suddenly stopped talking when he saw Madara. After waiting for a long time, he still just lowered his head and picked his fingers, with no intention of continuing to speak.

Hey~ I thought I could hear some gossip.

As a result, this is it?