Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Teeth are the sharpest part of a human body, so he used his own teeth to bite off Kamui's hair.

He lifted up a strand of his hair and looked at it. The thin white silver thread was tightly entwined with the jade-like black hair. He had no clue and could not see the ending.

He closed his palms, and Tobirama held the strand of his hair tightly in his hands with complicated emotions.

Kamui was still coughing intermittently, not noticing Tobirama's little movements at all.

The low lamp beside the pool gave off a dim light, and the lamp was very close to Kamui's face.

The light shone on Shenwei's face, illuminating his face extremely clearly. Even his face, which was red due to violent coughing, could be seen clearly.

Tobirama's expression became a little gentler, and he reached out and patted Kamui on the back gently to calm him down.

Kamui looked too thin when wearing clothes, but he didn't expect that there were well-proportioned and powerful muscles under the clothes.

He is a man after all, and he is quite capable of fighting. It would be unusual for him to have no muscles.

Tobirama smiled and raised the corners of his mouth, but with the strange touch on his palm, his eyes were also attracted.

The faint smile suddenly disappeared from the corner of his lips the moment he saw Shenwei's back, and even the lightly slapping palms hung there.

There were scars crisscrossing the skin that should have been smooth. Tobirama had been rolling around on battlefields since he was a child, and he could easily tell what these scars were.

There are scars made by kunai, there are also fine marks made by Senbon, some are whip wounds, and...

Suddenly realizing something, Kamui turned around abruptly, his back pressed against the bluestone again. He raised his eyes and looked at Tobirama, his face gradually returning from flushing to its original jade-white color.

This look was obviously very lazy, but it also had an intimidating energy.

Ming Ming was crying with tears, his eyes were moist and translucent, but he still had a murderous aura that would kill you if you dared to take a step too far.

But what happened to that injury?

It didn't look like it was left in a fight, it looked like it was scratched on whenever it moved.

New wounds are piled on top of old wounds, until one day the new wounds become old wounds because of time.

Looking at Tobirama's surprised face, Kamui's eyes narrowed uncontrollably.

Tobirama's expression at this moment was very similar to when Hizara discovered these scars, both filled with disbelief, unable to believe that such injuries would appear on his body.

"What exactly happened to these injuries?"

Tobirama is not blind, he can completely see how much Madara and Izuna care about and how nervous Kamui is.

It seems that this injury is not recent, that is, it was an injury a few years ago. Even if Madara was not the clan leader at that time, how could he be willing to be injured like this?

"Don't look at me like that." Kamui said coldly.

Cold snowflakes fell on their heads and bodies, and fell into Tobirama's eyes.

He blinked, not knowing what to do and looked away, but he couldn't stop the questions in his heart.

"Who did it?"

he asked gloomily.

"..."

On a day like today, Kamui didn't want to mention that beast.

"Are you just obedient and letting people hurt you? The Kamui I know is not that kind of person!"

Kamui looked up at the sky. The sky was so dark, yet pure white snowflakes could fall.

"In that environment at that time, if I gritted my teeth and endured it, I would have suffered a lot less. When I didn't have the strength to fight back, I could have swallowed the suffering silently. At least I could still have a life." Even if I look at it now, Shenwei felt that the suffering he had suffered was not worth it.

Kamui stood up from the water again. This time, he was much more careful and made sure there was nothing wrong with him before he lifted his legs up to the shore.

After wiping it with a towel, he put on his bathrobe.

Tobirama frowned, his eyes glued to Kamui for a moment.

Every time he saw Kamui, the man was always smiling. Regardless of whether he was wearing a mask or not, you could tell he was smiling and talking just by listening to his voice.

What has happened to a person who loves to laugh so much?

Only then did he realize that he knew very little about divine power, no, too little.

He didn't know what kind of life Kamui lived in Uchiha, what he had experienced, and what kind of suffering he had suffered.

No matter what, Kamui is Uchiha Tajima's nominal child to the outside world. When he was living a good life when Senju was respected because of his identity, what about Kamui? What kind of life did he live like?

Not only did he not understand him, he couldn't even imagine him.

"Put away your useless sympathy, I don't need your pity."

"..."

After taking a few steps, Kamui turned slightly to the side and turned half of his face, "If you still want to continue to be my friend, don't ever think of sympathizing with me."

"Divine power."

Kamui ignored him. It was dark and the road was slippery. He walked carefully on the snow, and the gray figure quickly disappeared into the dark night.

A chill gradually came over his originally hot body. After he could no longer feel the aura of divine power, Tobirama sat back in the water dejectedly.

The water has a constant temperature, but Tobirama doesn't seem to feel its temperature.

A gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew by, and he shrank into the water, leaving only his head exposed.

Long silvery hair spread on the water like water plants, and the words Kamui said before he left echoed over and over again in his ears.

"If you want to continue to be my friend, don't ever think about pitying me."

The fragile self-esteem of a man, haha~

The head slowly sank, and the water covered the chin, mouth, nose, eyes, eyebrows, and finally even the top of the head.

In the water, you can hear nothing but white noise.

Tobirama opened his eyes and couldn't see anything, but suddenly an unrealistic idea came to his mind, an idea that once it took root and sprouted, it could no longer be easily extinguished.

It was already late at night, and when Kamui quietly returned to the room, Izuna had already fallen asleep holding the pillow.

There is a charcoal stove in the room, which makes the whole room warm. Even if you kick off the quilt, you will not feel cold.

However, Quan Nai's sleeping appearance was a bit bold. There were three quilts spread out side by side. Quan Nai almost occupied all three quilts, lying on top of them.

Shenwei believes that it must not be like this when sleeping at first.

Kamui used his feet to push Izuna back to his position, then covered him with the quilt. After muttering a few words in his sleep, the room finally returned to silence.

Now, there were only two people in the room, he and Quan Nai. Quan Nai was sleeping soundly and could be ignored for the time being.

Kamui looked at the shabby clock in the corner of the room. It was eleven forty-three. In seventeen minutes, the day would have passed completely.

Wrapping his yukata tightly around him, Kamui walked to the window and opened it a small gap.

As soon as the window was opened, the cold air rushed in trying to squeeze in with the snowflakes.

Now, most of the lights in the street have been turned off, leaving only a few here and there on.

On this snowy winter day, the streets and towns fell into a deep sleep, and the moment of complete silence was the moment that belonged to Kamui himself.

He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together and softly made a wish - "I hope I can live safely until today next year."

"Well, I think God heard it." A cold yet warm voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Hearing this, Kamui suddenly opened his eyes and saw the black figure squatting on the window sill.

His unruly long hair was covered with snow, and his head was white. His forehead hair covered one of his eyes, but the eye that was exposed was shining brightly, with a little moisture and red light.

"Madara, why are you..."

Madara Uchiha smiled with the corners of his lips curled up. This smile was very unrestrained, not deliberately suppressed, and not as restrained as usual, with a wildness unique to a young man of this age.

This... this is the appearance of Uchiha Madara who was overly excited in the original work.

Kamui was stunned for a moment.

But then again, what is he excited about?