Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

"Leave?" Madara murmured.

"Ah," Kamui responded, with a smile in his tone, "I don't know where I will go, but I just feel that by that time, everyone will be very busy and have a lot of things to do.

I am busy for the village and the development of the ninja world.

I'm not good at management. When we no longer need to fight each other, I become a sword that is sheathed and a kunai that sits idle at the bottom of a box. "

Izuna's face, Tobirama's face, Hashirama's face flashed in my mind...

Faces flashed across his face that were relatively more familiar to him than when he was looking at them through the screen.

"Everyone is very busy and has their own things to do. I don't know who will think of me when the time comes," Shenwei laughed suddenly as he said this.

He looked at Madara and asked him: "Isn't it strange for me to say such a thing?"

Madara remained silent, neither saying yes nor no.

Kamui sighed and turned around, leaving only a thin figure behind him.

Ban stared blankly at his straight back. Even when he needed to relax the most, his back didn't feel relaxed at all.

Kamui felt a very warm chest pressed against his back.

His eyes widened suddenly, and when he wanted to resist, an arm circled around him.

"Don't move," Madara's voice was on the back of his neck, the tip of his cold nose pressed against his slightly protruding cervical vertebrae, and his thin and warm lips brushed against his skin from time to time as he spoke.

At this moment, my body felt like it was electrified, and my whole body started to tremble.

The person behind him was still saying this, but Kamui could no longer hear clearly what he said.

My ears were filled with white noise. The sounds in the whole world were all this, and it seemed to be embodied with noise.

All the senses in the body were concentrated on the skin on the back of the neck. It was obviously just a touch of warmth, but at this moment, it seemed like it had become charcoal.

It was a fire that spread quickly from one point onwards.

Kamui was a little panicked. After forcing himself to regain his senses, he struggled to get rid of the heat.

However, the arm across his waist was as strong as a steel bar, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not shake it.

"Have you heard everything I said clearly? Do you still feel insecure and insecure?"

His breathing became cautious. Kamui still couldn't digest what Madara said, and he didn't know what the other party said behind his head.

"You, let me go first, or I'll beat you up."

"Hmph~" Madara laughed, and obediently let go of the arm that held him.

When the arm was actually taken away obediently, a strange ripple appeared in Kamui's heart.

What was this ripple? Before he could think about it carefully, the people around him spoke again.

"Kamui, you are actually a paper tiger."

"Huh?" His breath was unstable, and Shenwei could only cheer himself up by raising his voice.

Madara's smile grew stronger, but he waved his hand and didn't want to say any more.

"It's nothing, I just think that sometimes you are a little cute when you are so bluffing."

This was the first time that an adjective like cute appeared on him after he was five years old. Kamui was holding back a breath of anger, an anger stirred up by Madara.

This breath kept rushing around in his chest, making him feel a little strange.

He wanted to vent his anger by scolding Ban, but he did open his mouth, but found that not even a single word could come out.

He suddenly discovered that there must be a reason for swearing.

It's still true to beat people up.

So in the middle of the quiet night, someone who was working overtime reading scrolls all night long without falling asleep heard an unrepressed groan coming from the room next door.

The guy who was so smug one second was kicked in the butt the next second.

The person who kicked the person did not hold back his strength at all. According to the person who was kicked afterwards, he said frankly that his tailbone was almost shattered by the kick and he was very depressed about it.

In total, I didn't stay on the island of Whirlpool Country for long, and the night before I left was also the last night of the festival.

Ashina Uzumaki didn't make any more excuses to occupy Kamui, but asked Mito and Shigure to take them around the island.

Taking strangers around the island was not like what a patriarch who was prepared for danger could say, but that's what he said.

Mito seemed to be able to understand his grandfather's mood and intentions, and did not continue to refute.

She and Shigure walked in front, followed closely by Kamui and Hashirama, and at the end were Madara and Tobirama who looked at each other in disgust.

Unlike the harmony of the previous four people, these two guys were not even willing to look at each other. If they accidentally saw each other's face, they would frown and quickly look away.

Madara had always known that Tobirama hated him, but this time, Tobirama hated him even more than before, which made him feel a little baffled.

Along the way, I didn't see much scenery, didn't hear many stories, didn't understand much about the local customs, and all my thoughts were spent on trying to figure out the person next to me.

Even though Tobirama was trying his best to control him, the stinky face he put on still frightened those who had seen him so much that they didn't dare to take a second look.

He has such a handsome face.

He didn't know what Madara was thinking about, but he was distracted all because of Madara's groan last night.

Tobirama and Hashirama's room was right next door to Kamui and Madara's. Hashirama was addicted to alcohol. Uzumaki Ashina saw that Senju and Uchiha's clan leaders were all present, so he took out the wine that he had treasured for many years and was reluctant to drink to entertain them.

The others didn't drink much together, and almost all the rest was taken by Hashirama.

Before leaving the main force, before he had time to read the report scroll presented by his subordinates, Tobirama lit a lamp and boiled oil, burning the midnight oil to fight.

As for Hashirama, he was sleeping soundly on the spread bedding. I'm afraid not even a thunder could wake him up.

It was already very unpleasant to read reports while being a guest, but when he thought about Kamui and Madara sleeping in the same room on the other side of the wall, Tobirama couldn't calm down anymore. If there was the slightest sign of trouble, he would immediately prick up his ears to listen.

I was afraid that the pure Kamui would be "bullied" by Madara, but most of the night passed, and the scroll saw the last scroll, and there was no movement next door.

Tobirama breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that Uchiha Madara might just be a guy who dares to think but not do.

But before he could rejoice for long, an unsuppressed groan directly disturbed the pool of spring water in Tobirama.

He, Senju Tobirama, had never been so obscene in his life. He pressed his whole body against the wall, trying hard to hear some more noises in the next room, but there was nothing except Madara's low laughter.

He scratched his head and almost opened the door and rushed over to take a look.

Later, he calmed down again. He was not qualified to do anything and could not do anything.

He has no identity or position to do what he wants to do.

Fortunately, apart from that one, he heard no other indescribable sounds.

The whole night, Tobirama felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He had no sleep at all and kept his eyes open until dawn.

They say people who don't get enough sleep are very difficult to deal with, and he was very difficult to deal with now.

Until Kamui touched his arm with his elbow and asked him in a low voice what happened.