Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Late at night in the Thousand Hands Clan's field, a bird's cry penetrated the silent forest.

There was a "bang" sound, and at the edge of the woods, a man wearing a black robe appeared in front of the mountain owl.

The mountain owl looked up at him, and the man lowered his head and showed it a standard eight-tooth smile. He squatted down and carelessly touched the mountain owl's head, and thanked him with a smile: "Great job. When I need to come over in the future, we can Do it like this again."

The mountain owl was so dizzy from being rubbed by him that its smooth feathers became a mess.

It shrank its neck, escaped from the other party's clutches, and said displeasedly: "If you don't hurry over, he will leave the izakaya and go home."

"Ah, yes, let's get down to business first." After saying this, Shenwei clapped his hands and stood up, then asked, "What's his winning rate tonight?"

"It's a total loss."

Kamui's smile widened, he nodded, and without looking back he galloped towards the gathering place of the people's houses, while murmuring: "That's very good, then he must have been drinking a lot."

The mountain owl flew next to him and nodded in agreement, "It's true that he drank a lot. He guessed the size and drank at the same time. I saw half an hour ago that his hands were not very good at shaking the dice cup."

"I understand, go back to Uchiha and wait for me."

"When are you going to go back?" the mountain owl asked again.

Kamui slowed down his pace, frowned and thought for a moment. Most of the mountain cherry blossoms in the woods not far away were already in bloom, and they looked like white clusters at night.

He thought of something and said, "Let's talk about it, I may have other things to do."

"Will it be dangerous?"

"Hmm..." Shenwei thought with his mouth flat, and after thinking for a long time, he calmly uttered two words, "Yes."

The mountain owl was speechless. Why would he do it if he knew it was necessary?

As if he had read through the mountain owl's thoughts, Kamui comforted it with a smile, "There is nothing you can do. Even if you know there is danger, you still have to do it. Don't worry about me. You probably won't die. Goodbye."

Shenwei raised his hand and ran away in high spirits. The mountain owl flapped its wings and stopped in mid-air, watching Shenwei's figure disappear into the scattered houses.

It thought, it is said that good people do not live long and disasters will last for thousands of years, so disasters like Shenwei should not be too short-lived.

Kamui waited purposefully on the west side of the bridge, and sure enough, he saw Hashirama swaying about ten minutes later.

It seemed like what the mountain owl said was true. Hashirama drank a lot of wine, and his legs were shaking when he walked.

Even so, he still muttered words, and his confused voice could be heard from a distance.

"Why can't I guess correctly? It's obviously a small one. My intuition has always been very accurate. Wuwuwu, why why?"

He was scratching his head and asking questions like a girl in private, which made Kamui get goosebumps all over his body. He was wondering if he was like this when he imitated girls and deceived Tobirama?

Uh ~

This makes it even more uncomfortable to think about it.

"He, he, they must be a con man. They got together... just to get some money from me, right?" Hashirama sees everyone as a good person, even if he realizes that those people don't act like good people. If you know how to do it, you will also silently make up for it.

"Maybe I'm short of money. If I wasn't short of money, why would I do this? Otherwise, it would be boring?"

Shenwei wanted to jump in front of him and tell him that gamblers have such a "kind" mentality. Even if they are not short of money, they will not waste time trying to get money from you. Otherwise, what is the point of gambling?

Besides, at your level, those people should not be able to cheat.

However, Kamui is not an idiot, and he will not do such things as jumping in front of Hashirama and nagging him.

Hashirama drank a lot at night. The more he lost, the more depressed he became. The more depressed he became, the more he wanted to drink to drown his sorrows.

When I was in the izakaya, I was losing so much that I didn't feel like I drank too much. It wasn't until I came out after the show and was blown by the night breeze that I started to feel confused and my hands and feet were so weak that I couldn't control myself.

When they said goodbye at the door of the izakaya, Keiichi saw him wandering around and wanted to send him home. However, although Hashirama was a younger brother at the gambling table, he still had the aura of a patriarch in life.

He waved his hand and refused the other person's kindness with a bit of arrogance, "This is only a small distance. I will be back soon... very soon. Don't force me to use the teleportation technique."

Arashi hugged Keiichi's neck and laughed, teasing him, "You guy's brain was kicked by a donkey. Does Hashirama-sama need you to take him home?"

Jingyi thought for a while, and it seemed to be the same thing.

Not to mention that this is the Senju's clan and there are people patrolling 24 hours a day. With the Senju's current strength in the ninja world, no one who wants to survive would dare to sneak up on them at night.

To put it bluntly, even if someone seeking death comes for a sneak attack, if this happens, I'm afraid Keiichi will be the one protected by Lord Hashirama, right?

Drunk Hashirama-sama must still be the best in the world, unless it's Madara from the Uchiha family who comes.

No, even Uchiha Madara is no match for Lord Hashirama.

Hashirama-sama competes!

After bidding farewell to Keiichi and Arashi, Hashirama was so depressed that mushrooms grew on his head as he walked through the streets and alleys towards home.

The Thousand Hands Clan was surrounded by dense forests. The temperature at night was already low, and the wind blew from the direction of the forest. While it made him sober, he also had a headache.

After crossing the wooden bridge, Hashirama pinched his eyebrows with two fingers to relieve the discomfort. After blowing the wind, his stomach, which was full of wine despite not eating much food, complained to him at an inappropriate time.

He made a fist with one hand and pressed it against his stomach, and Hashirama cursed silently, bastard.

He didn't care that his stomach was part of his body, and scolding his stomach didn't count as scolding himself. He moved his other hand from between his eyebrows to support it on the tree trunk by the roadside.

"Oops, I feel like vomiting!"

Kamui happened to be squatting on the trunk of the tree that Hashirama was supporting. Not far under his feet was Hashirama's head.

The 1.8-meter tall man stood bent under the tree, Kamui was so nervous that he even temporarily held his breath.

With such a close distance, it is too easy for a ninja like Hashirama to be noticed by the other party before he has found a good opportunity to strike.

Kamui hid his breath, and the cat clenched the sack in his hand on the tree. He decided that after a while, as soon as Hashirama started to vomit, he would put the sack on his head, and then cut off Hashirama's penis with his backhand. a piece of meat.

I rehearsed it in my mind in advance, and even thought of a response strategy in case Hashirama resisted.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that Hashirama was covering his chest with one hand, while the other hand was running down.

Kamui's pupils suddenly trembled, and his Sharingan almost popped out.

Damn it, not only does this guy want to vomit, but he also wants to be convenient for a while, right?

Three seconds later—

The man on the tree gasped and jumped down with very quick hands and feet. There was a big sack with him.