Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

At the moment when the knife was about to fall, a rope was thrown from the cliff. The rope used inertia to wrap the Prajna Noodle tightly around it several times, and then pulled him off the ground.

Prajna-mian was rescued, and those who were still alive picked up the bodies of their fallen companions nearby and fled the place together.

They left just as quickly as when they appeared. The national character came over to ask Madara what to do next. Madara looked at the one in the distance who was trampled under the feet of the tribe and shook his head at him.

"Our mission is to escort these people and belongings to Songjiang City. Nothing else is important. Besides, one living person is enough."

Madara is right. For the sake of reputation, ninjas must put their mission first.

Kamui looked at the empty ground and couldn't tell what he felt. For a moment, he even felt a little lucky.

Fortunately, the person was rescued.

How strange this contradictory mentality is. He is the one who wants to kill someone, but he is the one who is lucky that he can't.

Sure enough, it is much more comfortable to do things like knife man for self-protection on the battlefield than to do it soberly like now.

The main reason is probably that there is no chance for him to stop and ruminate on the battlefield. Any pause may allow the enemy to succeed. Therefore, even though he has been on the battlefield many times and has killed enemy ninjas, he has never been as good as he is now. There are so many psychological activities when facing Prajna.

If this were placed in the real world, it would probably be the difference in psychology between someone who accidentally stabbed someone in self-defense and someone who had planned the sword for a long time.

After instructing his companions to clean up the battlefield, Madara walked to Kamui's side.

Kamui just stood there holding the sword until Madara came over and opened his fingers one by one, which were white-knuckled due to excessive force, took away his sword and put it back in its sheath.

"You hesitated." Madara said.

Shenwei raised one corner of his mouth and smiled, and said calmly: "Next time, I will definitely not hesitate again."

While the two were talking, Guozilian had already brought over the last person who had been left alone and abandoned by his companions.

His hands were tied tightly with hemp rope, and he was thrown at Madara's feet like a worthless object, without any dignity at all.

Judging from the figure, he was a young man whose height was not much different from that of a god. At this moment, the young man should be very scared. Although he did not beg for mercy, he was shaking like chaff, which was enough to glimpse the fear in his heart.

Eager to prove his suspicion, Kamui knelt down and took off the tanuki mask from the opponent's face.

The mask was thrown aside, and the boy's face was white in the dazzling sunlight.

His fair face was twisted to the side, probably because he didn't want the other party to see his appearance.

Shenwei held his chin forcefully, forcing him to face these people.

The other person closed his eyes tightly in despair, and they could hear his sobs.

Shenwei's tone was gentle, and he once again used the natural sound of the clip. His voice was as light and soft as petals falling on the lake. Anyone who hears it will unconsciously think that such a pleasant voice must be a gentle and kind person. dispatched.

Kamui spoke to the young man in this voice, coaxing, "Good boy, open your eyes and show me."

When Madara heard him speak like this, his eyebrows raised uncontrollably.

He is a child himself, but he still calls others such a name?

Shenwei's words obviously didn't work. The other party closed his eyes tightly, and the despair spread from his face. Tears broke through the eyelids like two winding rivers, quietly flowing across his face. He gritted his teeth. , not letting himself cry became his last stubbornness.

"Alas -" Shenwei sighed and opened his chin. The other party's tears just flowed down and wet his mouth.

Kamui hated tears, and there was nothing wrong with them. He wiped them on Madara's clothes with his backhand.

spot:? ? ?

"It's no use closing your eyes. Are you from the Hinata family?" Kamui said with great certainty without any guessing.

Hearing this, the young man suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the handsome young man who stood up in shock. He clearly didn't let the other person see his eyes just now. Why was he still exposed?

Madara stared into the boy's frightened white eyes, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Why is it Hinata...

Kamui was not interested in this person, and he just said a few more words just to confirm his conjecture.

He rubbed his hands, which were dirty and dusty, sticky and uncomfortable.

He walked to the car next to him and took out a kettle to wash his hands. The entourage hiding in the grass did not dare to show their heads until the battle was over.

Shenwei bit the cork in his mouth, rinsed his hands casually a few times, then put the cork back in and threw it into the car. He looked at the shocked people and smiled at them.

Under the sun, the young man's smile was gentle, and coupled with his beautiful face that was indistinguishable from male to female, it gave people a sense of harmlessness.

However, they all saw how hard he beat the masked man on the other side just now. This boy was not at all as innocent as he seemed.

They now look at Shenwei with some fear.

Kamui also saw it, he smiled, said nothing more, and turned back to Madara's side.

He had just returned when he heard Kuniko-face asking Madara, "Young clan leader, what should I do with this Hinata guy? Kill him on the spot, or take him back to the clan leader?"

The Hinata child forgot to cry for a moment when he heard Kuniko-face's words. He looked at Madara as if pleading, his eyes soaked in tears were pitiful.

"I...I'm not afraid of death, but my family..." Begging for mercy from the enemy is difficult for anyone with a bit of blood and backbone to say it, but he couldn't. "My sister, she doesn't know that I participated in this operation. …”

Before he could finish his words, Kunjiface kicked him in the abdomen. He was furious and yelled at the young man, "You are robbing our Uchiha escort team, and now you are being captured alive and you are still trying to beg for mercy?"

The young man did not dare to say anything else, he just bit his lips and lowered his head in grievance.

Kamui looked at him from behind Madara. His cowardly look of letting others take advantage of him reminded him of Kamui Uchiha in the past.

The Uchiha Kamui, who was frail and could spit out blood at every turn, often showed this appearance after being bullied.

A breath of turbid air suddenly came out of his chest, which made Shenwei feel a little uncomfortable. He turned around and stopped looking. Unexpectedly, a hand suddenly touched his shoulder.

Kamui looked sideways and saw Madara, who looked slightly embarrassed. He said, "Come with me. I have something to tell you."

Following Madara slightly in confusion, Madara walked a little further away. After making sure that others could not hear their conversation, Madara asked him: "Kamui, what do you think of this?"

This question was asked. Is this why you took him aside?

Does he think he is Di Renjie?

Shenwei rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Look with your eyes, otherwise how can you see?"

Madara just thought he was angry because his hands were wet with his tears, and he couldn't help but feel that he was a little willful.

There was a hint of doting and helplessness in his voice, and the hand on Shenwei's shoulder secretly pressed hard, "Don't act like a child, I'm asking you very seriously."

"I don't have to say anything about this. My brother is the captain, so just do what he thinks."

Madara looked deeply at Kamui, who had his mouth flat and was angry for no reason. After looking at Kamui for a while, Madara sighed silently and squatted down in front of the young man.