Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Kamui was still gentle, "Ah, I said, you can settle accounts with me however you want, don't target Musashi-senpai, he is already in a difficult situation."

Shimura Musashi felt a lot better because of Kamui's consideration. He also borrowed the donkey from the slope and said with an awkward smile: "It doesn't matter to me. Even if I feel unhappy, it's not because of the Madara clan leader."

Madara glanced at him indifferently, with the smile still in his eyes, "I don't mean anything else, I just want to say something clearly in advance to avoid misunderstandings later. I don't mean any harm."

This was probably the apology given to him by the arrogant Uchiha clan leader, and Shimura Musashi happily accepted it. What's more, he was already too overwhelmed and had no intention of dwelling on this matter.

As a student of the former clan leader, Sarutobi Sasuke has become the new clan leader after his teacher passed away. In addition, he has always been relatively strong and has the same ideas as his teacher. He has never experienced the difficulties of his friends.

Except that Shimura Musashi immediately filled a glass of wine for him after drinking it, he didn't know what to do for a while.

The situation of each ninja clan is different, and others cannot interfere in the affairs of other ninja clan without authorization.

If it were him, he would also have to think about how to change the current situation.

Hashirama sighed. At this time, as a foreigner, he couldn't teach Shimura Musashi how to do it, but he could give him a promise that would satisfy the other party.

"You go back and try your best to solve it. After all, we have conceived that village together. We need the help of your Shimura clan. What you ask for is reasonable in our opinion. We will talk about it after you have settled the affairs within the clan."

Hashirama's words were very sincere. Several big clans jointly established the same village, and the obligations and interests must be finally determined after rounds of negotiations.

Even with Madara, the two of them don't care so much, but the clansmen behind them will make them have to care about it.

Wherever there are people, there are interests, and for such a long time in human history, there has been a constant struggle for interests.

This time, Shimura Musashi invited several people here, hoping to use his honesty to ask the other party to reserve a seat, a seat as one of the founders of the village.

In the final analysis, it's just for profit.

Everyone knows this, and there is no need to say it explicitly.

The not-so-serious meeting ended. Shimura Musashi swept away the previous gloom. He did what he wanted and generously invited everyone to go to Yifang to relax.

Hashirama liked this, but he didn't forget to ask Madara what he meant.

Looking at Madara, his eyes were dark and bright, and Hashirama was in a happy mood, "Let's go, I must be very lucky today, and I'm sure to win a lot."

Madara raised his eyelids and smiled disdainfully. He turned around and walked out of the private room, not forgetting to hold Kamui's arm before leaving.

He said: "We won't go to Yifang. We have been practicing a little too much recently and are feeling tired. Let's go back and rest first."

Kamui wasn't interested in playing the game either. He didn't like such noisy places, so he followed Madara wisely.

It's getting late now, so it's most appropriate to stay here for one night and go back tomorrow morning.

Hashirama chased him out the door and all the way downstairs to the outside of the izakaya.

On the crowded street, Madara and Kamui, one Dai and one Bai, walked side by side in another direction.

He sighed in distress and couldn't help but lament that human time is very limited. In the limited time, if this person gets more, then another person is destined to get less.

In the past, when they were young, no one had any other feelings except family and friendship.

At that time, Madara valued his best friend very much, but now, they have grown up.

He had Mito in his heart, and Madara...

Hashirama looked worriedly at the two figures hidden in the crowd. He couldn't explain how he felt. He felt it was a pity and thought it would be better if it wasn't like this.

However, he is just Madara's friend, and he has no position to judge the other person's love life.

He still has this awareness.

The hotel is still the same one I stayed at occasionally when I came here before, not only because this hotel has natural hot springs to soak in, but also because it is familiar.

It's easier to go to a familiar hotel than an unfamiliar one.

When Kamui and Madara went there, the hotel owner recognized him immediately.

The other party greeted him warmly and helped him choose a room.

This time the room was on the third floor. The hotel owner said that there were fewer people staying in the hotel during this period and there were many vacant rooms, so they could choose at will.

Kamui wanted to be quieter, so he chose the third floor where few people lived.

The two of them were speechless and went upstairs quietly.

Shenwei looked at the name on the door plate and walked over. The pure white figure seemed to have been aged in the dim light of the wall lamp.

It's not brand new, but it has a touch of softness.

The door was opened by Shenwei from the outside. When they entered, the hotel staff had already come up in advance to light the lamp for them.

A lamp was lit on the low table in the room, and the hazy and soft light illuminated the entire room clearly.

Kamui had only taken a few steps in when his wrist was suddenly held by someone. Madara used force on his hand, and his whole body was suddenly pulled into the other person's arms.

His face hit Madara's chest due to inertia. Kamui frowned and raised his face in dissatisfaction.

Madara leaned against the wall, looking intently at the frightened man.

They were so close, and the other person's nervous breath due to sudden fright fell on his face.

"What are you doing?" Shenwei's eyes widened.

The candlelight vaguely illuminated Madara's face, and his fair face turned pink because he had drunk some wine just now, and he smiled wildly and frivolously in the halo of the candlelight.

One hand wrapped around his waist, and the other hand unconsciously touched Kamui's cheek.

Madara's voice became hoarse and bewitching, and the little breath sounds stirred the nerves of the listener.

His deep voice reached Shenwei's ears. Shenwei took a breath and felt an itchy numbness on his back for no reason.

"We'll settle our accounts when we get back. That's what you said."

Shenwei was startled at first, then raised one corner of his mouth, smiled knowingly and helplessly, and turned his face away.

They were so close that they could smell each other's breath. Otherwise, it would always feel like the tips of their noses would touch the tips of their noses and their lips would touch their lips in the next second.

"Let go of me first."

Madara smiled, his eyes were dangerous and rogue, and he softly uttered two words - "Not loose."

Kamui has always known that Madara has a very domineering side, and because of his absolute superior strength, the domineeringness revealed unconsciously is very attractive.

No matter men or women, they will be attracted by this domineering force unconsciously.

Now, he actually felt another side of Uchiha Madara, a very rare side, a side that would never be shown in front of others.

For the first time in his life, he truly experienced another feeling.

Madara Uchiha, he's sexy.

It's the kind of sexy that seduces people.