Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

The hands hanging in the cloak clenched subconsciously.

While Madara was still thinking about how to treat the child, he seemed to have made a lot of determination. Kamui turned around and left first, and asked Madara to follow him.

Madara's expression turned serious. He probably knew what Kamui wanted to do, but he wasn't sure.

It was the alley full of garbage. Kamui stopped and turned around. He pursed his lips and hesitated for a few seconds, then quickly opened his mouth and bit his wrist.

The bright red blood instantly penetrated the skin and seeped out. The white wrist and red blood were shocking.

"Hey, what are you..." Madara was shocked.

Divine power, he really wanted to use this method.

While Madara and Izuna watched in surprise, Kamui suddenly put his wrist on the child's mouth.

"Be good, drink it, and you will be fine if you drink it."

The child had never sucked human blood even though he had been hungry for several days. He was extremely frightened and looked at Shenwei in fear with his eyes wide open.

Kamui smiled and comforted him, his voice was unusually gentle, "Be good, be obedient, I'm saving you."

Rabies is a very scary thing. Before his death, Shenwei had seen the news. If he left it alone, the child would probably be infected, and then he would really be doomed.

The desire for life finally defeated the fear of blood.

The child was trying to suck out more blood. The warmth was still a bit fishy and sweet. The pain was reducing, and even the hunger was relieved a lot.

Madara kept looking at Kamui with a complicated expression. His face was handsome and fair, and his skin was so white that it seemed transparent, better than a girl's skin.

On such a jade-white face, the beautifully shaped lips were stained with his own blood, with a moist red color, as if a woman had applied lipstick, and with some indescribable sense of broken beauty. Anyone who looked at it would have thoughts. To protect his desire.

The wound on the leg that was torn by the wild dog slowly healed as before with the inhalation of blood. This was really a miraculous thing for a five or six-year-old child.

He thanked Shenwei profusely, and to him, Shenwei was a living god.

"God, haha." Shenwei muttered silently over and over again.

People like him were regarded as trash, abandoned, trampled on, and lost their dignity.

No one took him seriously, but he became a god in the eyes of a child.

Once, when he traveled to this world, he also felt that he was a god. He was a human being like the creator. Human beings created this world and this group of people, so they should be gods to them, right?

However, this is not the case. Which god would suffer so much?

Gods accept offerings from humans, don’t they?

But this kid, the kid who had nothing, said he was a god.

With awe and gratitude in his eyes, he said he was a god.

Before leaving, Kamui hesitated, raised his hand and touched the child's dirty face, then gave him some of his money and asked him to buy something to eat.

Such an overly kind Kamui is very different from his usual self. He has always been a decisive and decisive person, lacking empathy and indifferent to outsiders. At least he has been like this since he was a teenager.

It's really special to see such an outpouring of compassion as there is today.

"Just giving him money won't save him at all." Madara ruthlessly exposed his good deed.

Shenwei looked at the back of the child running away happily and murmured: "At least he will have a full meal, at least he will not starve to death today."

Madara smiled bitterly, shook his head, and asked him, "Do you want to bet?"

It was the first time Kamui heard the word bet from Madara. He looked at him with some surprise and raised his eyebrows, "Okay."

Before Shenwei finished speaking, he heard the child's cry again.

"This is mine, give it back to me, give it back to me!"

"How can you have all this money? It's obvious that you stole it. You steal your money, and I steal mine. Is there anything wrong? We are not good people. In this world, we must first fill our stomachs!" That adult man He snatched all the money that Shenwei had given to the little boy.

The child jumped and tried to snatch it back, but the man was too tall. He raised his hands as if teasing a small animal.

"Hahaha, grab it, and I'll give it back to you if you can." After saying that, he kicked the child into the corner without mercy.

This kick was so powerful that the child couldn't get up for a long time and could only watch helplessly as the man snatched away the money he used to buy rice balls.

This money, this money, he hasn't covered his head yet...

Quan Nai was so angry that she wanted to go over and help the child get the money back, but she didn't have the power to stop him.

He knew that Madara was right and he lost.

In troubled times, what you save once cannot save you the second time. This situation is originally caused by the world. Only when the world gets better and civilization progresses can most people have food and clothing, learn etiquette, and develop empathy. Only when you have a heart can you understand compassion and compassion.

"That's why Hashirama and I want to create a peaceful ninja world without war. Ninjas should fulfill their obligations as ninjas. Civilians who don't want to be ninjas can engage in business and farming. Everyone can live in peace and in the way they like. Way to live decently in this world.”

"..."

“I don’t have to endure the pain of war, don’t have enough food and clothing, don’t have to be bullied, and don’t have to lose parents and relatives. I want a world like this.”

This was the first time that Kamui looked at Madara with admiration. Madara looked at everything in front of him painfully, like a real adult, with compassion and determination in his eyes.

Yes, in the original work, the original Uchiha Madara was not a villain at all. He had great love in his heart just like Senju Hashirama, the representative of decent characters.

Only later, he went astray, but even if he went astray, it was because of calculation and deception. What he hoped for from beginning to end was a peaceful and beautiful world without war.

Kamui looked at the dilapidated Saionji Shopping Street, which had been more than doubled, and saw the refugees for whom even living had become a luxury.

They may have lived a decent life before this, but once the war started, they lost their homes and relatives, and everything became unknown.

Kamui suddenly thought of those words.

The word "troubled times" flutters in history books, but it reflects the miserable life of so many people.

When I read the original work, I only mentioned the Warring States Period, when hundreds of ethnic groups were fighting, but the people's desperation behind the fighting was never mentioned.

Only by truly living in this troubled world can we know how good peace really is.

If he was not an Uchiha, if he was just a member of the small ninja clan, if he was just a civilian involved in the war in a certain country, maybe the ragged, hungry and precarious refugee on the street was him.

Such a shock made Kamui unable to move for a long time. He once believed that ninjas were tools, and death on the battlefield was just the process of destroying tools. Kunai became blunt and swords broke.

Seeing ninjas die in battle, Kamui didn't feel anything bad, but when he saw ordinary people falling into this situation, he really realized the cruelty of war.

Because during his lifetime, he himself was one of thousands of ordinary people.

He always said that he was a bad person, but he was a bad person who sympathized with these refugees.

He has always told himself that he only lives for himself, and what does it matter to him whether other people live or die?

He has never experienced too much emotion, has never been treated kindly, has no empathy, and is extremely indifferent.

However, I completely empathized with people's most instinctive survival issues.

The hand with bite marks covered his heart, and he suddenly felt pain in his heart, the kind of heart-wrenching pain.

It wasn't betrayal or hurt from someone, it was just an unspeakable sadness.

"This is just the tip of the iceberg. There are many more refugees in this ninja world who are always on the line between life and death."

"Stop talking," Kamui frowned.

Madara sighed. He had not expected that Xiyuanji Street would no longer be the peaceful town where people sang and danced nearly two years ago. In other words, as wars became more and more frequent, many places were no longer what they used to be.

In this ninja world, I don't know how many places there are like Saionji Street.

It was obviously to make Kamui happy today, but he didn't expect it to end up like this.

The happy mood when he came has long since disappeared, but Kamui also understands that such troubled times were not created in a day, and wanting to end this troubled times will not be achieved overnight.

It may take many, many years in between.