Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

"Why...why are you squatting here?"

If there is a door, why don’t you use the window?

What kind of hobby is this?

Madara raised his eyebrows and looked at where he was squatting. This was the window sill on the third floor. It was a little slippery after the snow fell, and there was a risk of falling down if he wasn't careful.

However, when he and Hashirama walked outside the hotel, and when he was wondering whether Kamui and Izuna were asleep at this time, he looked up and saw the half-open window and Kamui with a face of pious prayer.

At that moment, looking at him standing at the window, Madara suddenly felt that he couldn't wait a second. He wanted to appear in front of Kamui immediately.

He did exactly that, jumping onto the narrow window sill with a single leap.

He reached into his arms and touched it, and took out an oil paper bag. Madara opened it in front of Kamui. He handed the candy man wrapped inside to Kamui, as happy as a child.

"Have a quick bite. I'll finally catch up."

Catch up?

What did you catch up on?

Kamui looked at Sugar Man and then at Madara, with a vague confusion in his eyes.

"Take one bite and it will be too late if you don't."

Kamui was a little confused by his urging. Madara didn't give him time to think about it, so he could only take a symbolic bite.

Seeing Kamui eating, Madara became very happy, and he smiled even more happily, with the corners of his mouth raised in the right arc.

"I searched for it for a long time and finally bought it when I went out in the afternoon. However, Hashirama kept drinking and drinking and couldn't finish it. I was very worried. I was afraid that the sugar would melt away."

Kamui could tell that Madara had drank a lot, and his originally fair cheeks were stained with a thin layer of red, and even his eyelids were red.

Moreover, from the sound of his voice, he is also a little unconscious now.

A sober Uchiha Madara rarely shows his emotions so openly. The Uchiha clan has always been arrogant, reserved and cold, as if it would be a shame to be more emotional.

But after drinking too much, people lose that restraint and can expose their true self.

"Kamui, I wish you..." After saying that, Madara stopped again and just looked at Kamui's face.

"Wish me a wish?"

"Ah," Madara smiled angrily and closed his eyes, "I wish you, just wish your dreams come true."

Kamui frowned slowly, looking at Madara Uchiha smiling like this, he always felt something was strange.

"Hey, I told you...be careful!"

Fortunately, Kamui caught him in time, preventing Madara from falling staggeringly off the window sill.

The two of them fell down on the tatami next to the window. Kamui, his back hit the tatami hard. With him as a human cushion, Madara didn't feel any pain at all.

Putting his hands on both sides of Kamui's ears, Madara just stared at him.

The long hair that was slightly messy in the wind hung down, hiding the young and handsome face in the shadows, adding a bit of coolness.

Kamui was stunned by the fall, and it took him a long time to get used to the pain in his back.

He frowned and lamented that after all these years, he still didn't have the reflexes as a ninja.

At that moment, a qualified ninja would have had a way to buffer his strength and be able to land steadily even if he was holding someone in his arms, but he failed to do so, so now he was grinning in pain.

At the moment, the pain has gradually gone away, but there is still a heavy weight on my body.

After Kamui got over the pain, he realized that Madara had been pressing him in that position, with those deep eyes staring at him unblinkingly.

His eyes were pure, like a dog that had been raised for many years and had questions about the world, confused and dull.

Uchiha Madara had this look on his face, uh, is this guy really drunk?

"Hey, get up, don't you know you're heavy?" Shenwei twisted, trying to lift the culprit away.

Madara twitched the corners of his mouth, paused, and then turned over and lay down next to Kamui.

Lying there on his back, Madara not only had no fear, but actually laughed softly.

There was only one candle burning in the room, and the light was still dim. In this dim light and shadow, Kamui turned his head and saw Madara's scarlet Sharingan.

The drunk Madara Uchiha was actually a little more emotional. Without the title of clan leader that was usually attached to him, he was more like a living person at this moment.

A lively 21-year-old man, enthusiastic, cheerful, free and unrestrained.

Madara's eyes were clear and sharp as he stared at Kamui's face. Kamui's skin was white, and he liked to wear a mask on the battlefield, so this face rarely saw the sun. In addition, he was weak, and he always felt that this face Pale and transparent.

But with this fair skin and exquisite facial features, she has an indescribable beauty.

Shenwei didn't look at him anymore. He lay on his back, his eyes falling on the dark roof where the light could not reach, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Madara didn't know what Kamui was thinking, but he knew what he was thinking.

Just when the soles of his feet slipped and he was about to fall, Kamui grabbed the clothes on his chest with both hands and pulled him back into the house.

In fact, the moment Kamui stretched out his hand to him, Madara wanted to pull him and fall down together.

It's best if there is a bottomless abyss below. In this way, no one dares to go down, and they can't come up. Just two people stay down there forever.

Just the two of them.

This thought was suddenly wiped from his mind because he fell on the tatami, but it was not wiped clean enough.

He seemed to have a strange idea about Shenwei.

But he also felt that his thoughts were extremely dirty. They had grown up together and were closer than brothers. For such a close two people, he actually had such thoughts towards him.

What's more, the education he has received does not allow him to have such thoughts.

Madara suddenly felt confused. Why, how could he have such thoughts about Kamui?

Kamui seemed to notice Madara's gaze. He turned his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his clear eyes, and asked Madara: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Madara didn't know how to answer him, so he simply said nothing, but his scarlet eyes were still fixed on Kamui's face.

After the daze, another light shone in Madara's eyes again. Kamui looked at it and suddenly smiled.

He was all too familiar with the light in Madara's eyes. He had revealed it countless times. It was a kind of madness that was close to destruction. Unlike him, Madara was suppressing and restraining himself.

Uchiha Madara, he knows how absurd and crazy his thoughts are, so he is suppressing and restraining himself.

Kamui is different. He will put his crazy ideas into practice, and he will plan carefully before taking action no matter how long he waits.

If such a person wants anything, even the gods will help him.

This is also the difference between Madara and him.

At some point, Madara's arm was raised, and his gloved hand fell on Kamui's cheek.

Kamui didn't move, but his eyes were already glancing towards your hand.

Normally, Madara's hands are always cold, just like how he feels.

But now, Madara's hand is very warm, and the temperature is transmitted through a thin layer of fabric. The god is afraid of the cold, but his palm feels hot.

Such an action was not something Uchiha Madara could do.

The fingertips of both hands placed at his sides curled up subconsciously, leaving invisible marks on the tatami.

Her eyes shifted from Madara's hands to his face.

His forehead hair drooped down, completely covering Madara's right eye, leaving only one left eye glowing with an abnormal red light.

Those eyes were full of emotions that Shenwei couldn't understand. One emotion after another was mixed together. If you don't peel off the cocoons, you won't be able to understand it.

The muscles were stiff and sore, and just when Kamui was about to take his hand away, Madara's thumb moved.

The thumb slowly wiped the tip of Shenwei's nose, and then slowly took it back.

Madara looked at Kamui for a while, pursed his lips restrainedly, and then said calmly: "It's stained with syrup."

Soaked in syrup?

Kamui was stunned. At some point, he quickly raised his hand and touched it. There was no sticky feeling at all. Madara wiped it really clean.

But why didn't he remember that the tip of his nose had touched that candy man?

"Tell me I can wipe it myself..."

When he thought of the candy man, Shenwei sat up suddenly. He looked left and right but didn't find the candy man who had taken a bite of him.

"What are you looking for?" Madara sat up lazily.

After drinking a lot of wine and blowing the wind, even a ninja would feel headache and fatigue.

"Where's the candy man you gave me? Why is it missing? Where did it fall?" As he said that, Kamui patted Madara's arm and urged him, "Come on, are you sitting under your butt?"

He will definitely feel it if he sits on his butt, not to mention, "Even if I sit on my butt, I won't be able to eat anymore."

While quibbling, Madara moved away from where he was just now, and it was true that there was no sweetheart.

If there isn't one in the house, then it can only be just now...

Shenwei got up on his hands and knees and walked a few steps to the window.

He stretched his neck and looked down. There was thick snow on the ground. Because of the darkness, he couldn't see the candy man even if he fell.

"You care about that candy man so much?" Madara's tone was filled with happiness.

Kamui sighed, "It doesn't count. It was a gift after all. Wouldn't it be very sorry for you to just disappear like that?"

Even though I knew it was not a birthday gift, I received it on my birthday after all, so it would be a pity to lose it.

Madara chuckled and rubbed his painful temples, "That's right, that's my heart."

Speaking of this, Kamui closed the window and looked back at him, asking: "Where's Izuna's share? Take it out quickly and put it on the window sill to freeze, otherwise if I cover it on you, it will melt sooner or later."

The smile that lingered on his lips froze, and Madara scratched his head in embarrassment, "There is only one."

Kamui: What did you say? ? ?