Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Madara grabbed the corner of Kamui's yukata and shook it, quite like a child acting coquettishly. His voice became softer, with only a shallow breath.

"Don't tell him."

"Tsk~" Shenwei smiled, "How come you..."

"Please."

"Eh?" The person was stunned, and with Madara's hand exerting force, his body was suddenly pulled towards him.

Madara used just the right amount of force to pull Kamui away from him without letting him hit him.

"Hmm... I guess there was only one candy man left at that time. Anyone who sees it has a share," he pulled Kamui to the bed that had been spread.

Glancing at Izuna, who was still sleeping soundly, Madara tucked him in with a gentle smile, "Who made him fall asleep?"

This reason is really yours.

Throwing his pillow to Kamui, Madarai lay on the mattress in the middle, running around all day. Fortunately, in the last few minutes of the day, he did everything he wanted to do.

"This is my bedding. Izuna said she would sleep next to me."

Madara raised his eyebrows, disapprovingly, and pretending for no reason, "It's not sleeping anywhere. I've already lied down. Do you have the nerve to let me get up again?"

Divine power:......

Why didn't I realize in the past that Uchiha Madara had such a rogue side, so cold and tsundere?

Can……

Such a cute Madara can only be seen when he is drunk, right?

Kamui also lay down, and the bad mood caused by sympathy for the scars on his back was dissipated because of this.

The candles went out, and the room suddenly fell into boundless darkness.

Kamui closed his eyes. After soaking in the hot spring, his body was relaxed and he was lazily trying to fall asleep.

Madara's head hurt a little, and he knew that he had drunk too much. It was best to fall asleep as soon as possible at this time, but when he thought of Kamui beside him, only an arm's length away, he couldn't sleep.

Opening his eyes in the darkness, he turned to look at Kamui.

After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could vaguely see something clearly.

"Divine power."

"Ok?"

"Are you asleep?"

"..."

Madara was very stubborn and asked again, "Are you asleep?"

In the dark night, Kamui rolled his eyes, "Who is answering your question if you fall asleep? Are you talking in your sleep?"

Madara couldn't help but laugh. He turned over and faced Kamui.

Kamui felt that Madara was a little weird when he was drunk, as if someone had taken away his body. It was not like him at all.

Or maybe, he was supposed to have such a lively character, but because of his parents' long-term education and rules, and his awareness of becoming the strongest Uchiha and the next clan leader since he was a child, he couldn't do whatever he wanted.

That's why he was attracted to Hashirama, that's why he liked Hashirama with that kind of personality, and became a lifelong friend and lifelong enemy with him.

"Since you got back...well, I mean we haven't slept together like this in a long time, so I'm happy."

Kamui frowned, why did this sound full of ambiguity?

"Shenwei, please move back to my room, so that we can still talk before going to bed like we did when we were kids. If you push up the quilt at night, I will still get up and tuck you in."

"No." Shenwei refused without thinking.

"Why, don't you forgive me yet?"

Shenwei's face turned cold and his tone was quite calm, "Ah, I don't forgive you."

Madara didn't say a word, but put an arm on Kamui's chest without any warning.

Kamui didn't move, feeling the heavy weight on his chest, and planned to ignore him.

Madara's head hurt even more and he was confused. He didn't say anything else, he just put his arm across Kamui's body.

Silently venting his amplified grievance, but unwilling to accept it because he felt that he had no right to be aggrieved.

Just when Kamui thought he was asleep, he suddenly heard his sniffing sound.

Shenwei was startled. He knew this kind of sound very well. When he first arrived in the Banyan Garden, he would hide in a corner and cry secretly every day. He didn't dare to cry out. He just kept shedding tears. Then, when he breathed, it was like this kind of sound.

"spot?"

"..."

"Are you crying?"

"..."

"I know you're crying."

"I do not have!"

But this voice clearly sounded like crying.

"What's there to cry about? In fact, I'm not that important to you. No one else is important except yourself, right?"

"That's not the case." He retorted stubbornly.

Kamui sneered, like a wise man who has seen through all things in the world, "Do you regret sending me to Hinata, or are you regretful because your inability to do so at the beginning has damaged your face as the leader of the clan today?"

"Do you miss me like this?" After a long silence, Madara finally asked in a trembling voice.

Kamui's heart ached, and he didn't know whether he felt sorry for himself who had suffered so much in the past, or for the helpless Uchiha Madara in front of him.

"If you make a mistake once, will you never be able to make up for your mistakes in this life?" The arm across Shenwei's chest suddenly clasped his shoulders.

There is actually no exact answer to this question. Who in the world has not made mistakes?

But if he forgives, he feels sorry for himself who suffered in the first place.

As if he could peel off his body and soul, he watched himself suffer for four years as a bystander.

Those pains always come to him when he dreams back at midnight. He wants to forget but he can always remember them clearly.

In fact, if a person keeps remembering pain, he will live in pain, but he can't forget it, no matter what.

Every time he remembered that pain, he would hate Madara again.

But Madara, he is not a real bad person, he is so good to himself that this hatred becomes contradictory.

Hate and hate incompletely, love and...

What is caring about?

But after all, to Kamui, Uchiha Madara is special and different from those other bastards.

As for the reason, only he himself knows.

"Every time you see me, you will be in pain, Madara, right?" Every time he sees him, Madara will be full of guilt, and his presence also reminds Madara that there was a time when he was so weak that He cannot protect his close friends and brothers.

In the dark night, tears streaked down Madara's face silently.

No one saw him, even if he didn't cry, this was his last stubbornness.

"What do you want me to do to ask for your forgiveness and my life?" Shenwei had said more than once that he wanted his life.

Kamui gradually narrowed his eyes and looked out the window, where there was still some light.

"What's the point of taking your life? I want you to be my most loyal dog. Are you willing?"

Evil, evil dog?

Madara looked at Kamui in surprise. He couldn't see Kamui's face clearly, but he could imagine Kamui's expression at this time.

He must have said it with a smile, the corners of his mouth were curved just right, but his usually affectionate and gentle eyes were cold, cold and ruthless.

"What do you want to do?"

The night was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats and breathing.

Kamui took a deep breath, looked at Madara's eyes that were glowing red in the ink, and said clearly: "I want to unify the entire ninja world. I want to bring all ninjas together. There are no ninjas who belong to each country." Village, they are all one.”

The glowing red eyes gradually widened.

"I want to be the one who ends this troubled world. I don't want to see more refugees. I don't want..." Kamui paused. "I only agree with half of Hashirama's thoughts. I'm not afraid of war. I can also ignore war." I just want to end the troubled times completely and don’t want to see ninja wars again and again in future generations.”

If you want long-lasting peace for future generations, the best way right now is to bring together the independent ninjas. This process will be difficult and full of risks of failure, and many ninjas will die as a result.

But Shenwei knows that if a temporary bad reputation can benefit generations to come, then the bad reputation is well worth it.

But Kamui didn't want to say such positive words from his own mouth. He had always defined himself as a bad person.

"Kamui..." Madara never thought that Kamui would have such ambitions.

"I can't do it on my own, Madara, become my vicious dog and remove all obstacles for me."

"..."

Putting one hand on Madara's face, Kamui really smiled, with a strong sense of temptation and danger in his laughter.

He said: "If you can do it, I will forgive you."

Grabbing the hand that was wandering around his face, Madara swallowed a gulp of saliva, took a few deep breaths, and said in a deep voice: "I am willing to do it."

"Hmph~" Shenwei withdrew his hand disdainfully, and his voice became a bit colder, "Don't think that I have the same dream as you. This is different. This is my own achievement, a dream that has never been achieved before or since. It's different from your kind of selflessness.

Just to do things that others can't do, I'm just looking for excitement, do you understand? "

How to understand, so what if you don’t understand?

Even if the motives are impure and the starting point is bad, as long as the ending is good, who will care about the original starting point?

When it comes to deeds, one doesn’t care about one’s heart. When it comes to one’s heart, there are few perfect people in the world.

At this time, Uchiha Madara was a particularly pure good man, a good man who, like Senju Hashirama, only wanted to end the troubled times and usher in peace in the ninja world.

Therefore, he agreed quickly and simply.

For the sake of peace, he can become a vicious dog in the hands of God, a vicious dog that can tear down all roadblocks and clear all obstacles for him.

He and Shenwei ended up in the same place after different paths.