Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

There was a place for the golden eagle in front of him. Shenwei ran to the golden eagle shamelessly and smoothed its fur again and again.

Although they had only known each other for a short time, the golden eagle had a comprehensive understanding of Shenwei. It moved aside and asked in a not-so-nice tone, "What do you want me to do?"

Shenwei did not hesitate and made his request openly, "We are hungry. You can go catch some rabbits and pheasants for me and that guy over there to have as dinner."

The golden eagle was speechless. In the short half-day since it met Shenwei, it had been speechless too many times.

However, the psychic beast must obey its master. Although it is a cooperative relationship, the golden eagle is suppressed by the divine power. It does not dare to resist and can only obey.

The golden eagle left, and Madara had not yet woken up from this shocking scene.

Looking at the back of the golden eagle sneaking away, Madara really didn't quite understand Kamui's brain circuit.

"What do you do with such a psychic beast?"

“How can there be too many psychic beasts?”

Madara was a little speechless. He always felt that the psychic beast was used to help him. Now that he had the mountain owl and the ninja cat to gather information, what was the use of the golden eagle?

What's more, this thing is too big to be used for reconnaissance. As a helper in fights, its skills are really not good enough.

The sky is its domain, but which ninja is in the sky casually?

To be honest, a golden eagle that cannot fly is really not as good as a free-range chicken.

Does Shenwei understand these?

Kamui seemed to see through Madara's thoughts, raised his hand and pinched his face, and said with a smile: "Don't look like this to me, the psychic beasts I collected naturally have their own uses, you are fooling me What heart?"

Madara didn't like being pinched like a child by Kamui. After all, he was not Izuna.

"Without it, you wouldn't even have dinner tonight."

"There are still a few soldiers' grain pills," Madara said stubbornly.

Kamui waved his hand and curled his lips in disgust, "That thing is different from what Tsunade improved in the later period. It's not that effective at all."

"Later improvements? Tsunade?" Madara didn't understand.

Kamui realized that he was speaking out of turn and quickly found a decent excuse to dismiss the issue lightly.

He said: "Let's save the Bing Liang Pills for emergencies. Tonight, let's eat roasted hare. It's delicious."

Madara originally wanted to say something, but his stomach growled a few times at this time.

"Hmph~" Kamui smiled at him without concealment, and Madara had no choice but to shut up.

Forget it, it wasn't him who found some idiot to be a psychic beast, so he didn't bother to care about him.

However, my heart became warm again.

Madara stole a glance at Kamui, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding his chin and happily waiting for his psychic beast to come back with delicious food. He didn't see him looking at him at all.

I thought I was left behind, but it turned out that I was overthinking it.

Madara exhaled slowly. This feeling of discovering a misunderstanding when he was helpless and desperate was so good. It was like a thirsty traveler discovering an oasis in the desert. Life is once again full of hope.

Madara sat down next to Kamui, who glanced at him with a smile, "Why don't you take your soldiers' food pills?"

Madara also smiled, looking at the darkened sky in the distance, and said softly: "I also want to eat roasted hare."

Shenwei gave him a slap on the shoulder carelessly, and laughed at him: "You are not a frank guy."

Madara was a little relieved. Even if the door in his heart never opened, even if the red line never crossed, he would still be satisfied if he just maintained this kind of brotherhood with Kamui.

From childhood to adulthood, from adulthood to adulthood.

He wanted to continue like this until the scythe of death cut off his heartbeat.

It was getting dark, the temperature was slowly dropping, and both of them felt a chill.

The two guys who were sitting there motionless looked at each other in unison and said in unison: "Would it be better to light a fire?"

I originally thought that I could use the fire escape to roast the things that the golden eagle brought back for a while, but I forgot that it was still early spring, and the temperature dropped quickly after nightfall.

For the sake of Madara's physical injury, Kamui took over the task of lighting the fire by himself. This was a forest, so it wasn't easy to find dead branches and leaves.

By the time the golden eagle came back again with furtive steps, carrying a pheasant and three hares, the divine power had already lit the bonfire.

Remove the skin and internal organs, wash them with simple water and start baking.

Before, Madara had never been reduced to relying on wild game to satisfy his hunger. He always brought military food pills with him when he went out. Whenever he had to sleep in the wild, he always relied on military food pills to fill his stomach.

He has never had any requirements for food to satisfy his hunger. It is enough that he can eat and replenish his physical strength.

So when Kamui handed him the hare, he was seduced for the first time by the smell of food.

"Why don't you eat it? You don't like it?" Seeing that Madara had been looking at the roasted black hare but had not yet taken a bite, Kamui felt a little unhappy.

He didn't even eat it himself, he gave it to Madara first, and this guy actually disliked it?

Madara realized that Kamui would be mistaken and quickly shook his head, "No, I just think it tastes delicious. I haven't eaten it before..."

In that era, even for great ninjas like Uchiha, their meals were not much better. White rice, pickles, miso soup, shredded cabbage and mackerel were the standard fare.

Even for a long time they did not eat meat except fish.

Kamui glanced at Madara sympathetically, and suddenly had a rather wild idea in his mind.

What if, he meant what if, what if he took Uchiha Madara and traveled to the real world?

Will it subvert Madara's cognition?

If one day comes, I must take him to eat all the delicacies of Greater China.

"Eat it, it's guaranteed to be more delicious than Ashue's food."

That night, Madara did not sleep again. In the wild, if he was not really weak, he would not be able to really sleep.

Although Kamui often looked down on Madara, he had to admit that under normal circumstances, Uchiha Madara gave him a sense of security that no one could match.

Maybe it was because he knew he was powerful and reliable, or maybe it was because Madara never hid his kindness to him.

As long as Kamui is not stimulated, he is very relaxed when he is around Madara.

Therefore, he slept soundly by the campfire, knowing that someone would protect him, and he absolutely trusted in that person's power. In this way, he had no worries.

The golden eagle has been here and never left. It is standing by not far or near.

A lot of its shiny black feathers were stripped away by the ostrich, but as long as it stood still, it still looked very impressive.

Madara looked at Kamui sleeping next to him, and suddenly felt like he was back to the time he had six years ago.

At that time, the two of them were ambushed by Hinata and rolled down the cliff, where they also spent a long night relying on a bonfire.

Only this time, he was the one who was seriously injured, and Kamui didn't have a high fever.

Just as Kamui said after having his heart ripped out by Hinata Asuka, the two of them seemed to be incompatible and would always get hurt when they were together.

Thinking of this, the faint smile on Madara's lips disappeared instantly.

This time, it's the same.

He was suddenly afraid that Shenwei's words would come true. He wanted to be together forever, but he was afraid of the so-called incompatibility.

It's okay if I'm the one injured, but if it's Kamui...

He doesn't want to see this.