Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

With Tobirama's arm on their shoulders, the two brothers walked on the deserted streets, looking for a hotel where they could stay.

For the first time, Hashirama knew that a person would become so heavy after being drunk. All the important things were pressed on him. Tobirama's steps were shaky and shaky, and it was difficult just to bring him to the hotel.

Tobirama called Big Brother over and over again, his nasal voice gradually getting thicker.

When people are vulnerable, they often don't call their loved ones by their names. Most of the time they call them mom. But my mother died early, my brother died early, and my father is not that kind of gentle person.

Tobirama has not received much tenderness until now. Part of it comes from the "liar" Kamui, and the biggest part has always come from his brother Hashirama.

When he was drunk, he seemed to have returned to his boyhood and childhood.

There is no one else around him but his eldest brother Hashirama, and the name he calls out when he is vulnerable is also his eldest brother's.

What I smelled in my nose was the familiar scent of grass and trees on my eldest brother. There was no smell of sweat on my eldest brother. He must have been lazy and not trained.

Tobirama smiled with the corners of his mouth raised, and touched Hashirama's face. His soft and three-dimensional facial features were straight on his face. He could be sure that the person next to him was really his brother.

"Ah, I was not mistaken, he is really the eldest brother."

Hashirama avoided Tobirama and stretched out his paw, panting and embarrassed by this guy who was a bad drinker.

"Brother, if you neglect training, you will be beaten by your father."

Hashirama was speechless, his eyes dimmed a little, "Have you forgotten, my father passed away a long time ago."

Perhaps Tobirama didn't hear it. He took back the hand that touched Hashirama's face and squeezed Yamane heavily.

He was a little aggrieved, "Brother, brother, my head hurts so much. Did you see how the road is so winding? It should be straightened soon."

Hashirama looked at the long straight street and couldn't help but laugh, "I know, I know, I'll straighten it for you. I helped you. Tobirama, can you see if the road has become straight again?"

Tobirama tried his best to open his crimson eyes wide and look at it. After looking at it for a long time, he shook his head angrily, "Brother, you lied again. It's even crooked than before."

The road from the izakaya to the hot spring hotel became extremely long because of the drunken and dishonest Tobirama.

Hashirama was not angry because of his brother's unreasonable behavior. On the contrary, he actually found such a brother a little cute.

A younger brother should act like a younger brother in front of his older brother, right?

Don't be so mature all the time, you have to be a bit silly occasionally to make people develop a desire for protection.

It was obviously late autumn, and the temperature would become lower after nightfall, but after entering the hotel, Hashirama was still sweating from exhaustion.

The cold wind blew all the way, giving Tobirama a splitting headache, and the vague shadow in his mind gradually became clear in the wind.

The figure he wanted to forget did not become blurred as the wine entered his throat, but appeared clearly before his eyes.

Tobirama squinted his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. After looking at him for a long time, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Brother," he said to Hashirama next to him, "I saw Kamui."

Hashirama was panting as he carried him up the stairs. He was so angry that he had to be careful about the steps he stepped on.

"Not only did you see it, I saw it too."

As he said that, Hashirama shouted to the person standing at the stairs on the second floor, "Kamui, come down and help me. This guy Tobirama is drunk and he's so heavy."

Kamui stood motionless at the foot of the stairs on the second floor, holding on to the handrail of the stairs. Tobirama remained stubbornly motionless. He raised his head in confusion to look at the tall and erect beauty standing there.

The man's expression was indifferent, and his black hair, which was always tied high on the back of his head, was now hanging down his back.

He was wearing a yukata and had a gray feather fabric draped around him. He seemed to be right in front of him, but seemed to be far away.

Tobirama's face was full of confusion, and he stretched out his hand in the air to touch Kamui.

It's so strange. It's obviously a scene in his mind, why does the elder brother say it as if he can also see it?

Kamui took a deep breath and restrained the kick he wanted to kick out. He couldn't act violently against his younger brother in front of Hashirama.

Kamui said nothing and walked down step by step. When Hashirama saw him walking down, he felt as if he had found his savior.

"What a coincidence. I live in the same hotel as you. I would say that we are destined. Where is Madara? Is Madara here too? You two are always inseparable, and Izuna..."

Hashirama seemed to be possessed by a chatterbox, talking non-stop.

Kamui ignored him and just stared at Tobirama.

When facing him, the young face had a small expression of grievance, and the handsome eyebrows were lowered, and the eyebrows were forced into a knot.

This guy's face was stained with alcohol, and his fair face was stained with rouge, which rivaled the delicateness of a rose.

The hotel owner came in from the side door at this time and politely asked him to bring some hot water to his room.

The boss looked at Hashirama and Tobirama, who looked a bit embarrassed. Hashirama finally got smart and said, "Let me know which guest room is available. After my brother is settled in a while, I will come down and give you money."

Having said that, what else could the boss say? He quickly looked at the check-in register and reported the name of the vacant room to Hashirama.

Kamui reluctantly went to help him, and the guy who had said firmly that he no longer liked him during the day pushed Hashirama away and rushed towards him the next second.

Tobirama was suddenly hugged into his arms. If he hadn't been quick and quick to hold on to the handrail of the stairs, the two of them would have fallen down the stairs.

Tobirama felt no danger, as if he had used all his strength to hold the person in his arms and refused to let go.

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

The hotel owner was not surprised by such a thing, so he pretended not to see it and slipped into the kitchen to prepare hot water.

Hashirama, who was pushed away by Tobirama, was unprepared and hit the handrail of the stairs on the other side. When he rubbed his arms and raised his head in complaint, his eyes almost fell out of his sockets.

He was shocked, "Tobirama, what are you doing, are you crazy?"

Hashirama hurriedly rushed over and grabbed Tobirama's arm.

He scolded Tobirama in a low voice as he pulled, "Kamui is beautiful, but if you open your eyes and look, he is a man, not the Kagura you have in mind!"

Tobirama hugged the person in his arms tightly without looking back, and said in a thick nasal voice, "He is Kamui and Kagura, that's him."

The hand holding Tobirama's arm paused for a long time, then silently let go.

Hashirama took a step back to the side. He looked at Kamui in surprise and confusion. Kamui looked like he had eaten a dead fly, but he did not push Tobirama away.

Kamui was almost lifted off the ground by Tobirama, and his frail body was held tightly by two arms. Hashirama frowned, already starting to feel pain for Kamui.

Now, on the corner staircase, it's not a place for long periods of waiting.

Hashirama can no longer let Tobirama do this. If you have anything to say, go to the room.

"Tobirama, let go." He grabbed his brother's arm again.