Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Heyday?

Madara frowned, and he closed his eyes, feeling relieved.

Although the eyes in his sockets are already at the top of the clan in terms of pupil power, they cannot compare to the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

Without a close relative's Mangekyō Sharingan for transplantation, he would have no chance to evolve into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, and he would not be able to use the power of these eyes as he wishes.

Even if there is such a pair of eyes, only a few can evolve into an eternal kaleidoscope within thousands of years.

After all, the eyes in your own sockets have a number of uses. After reaching a certain number of times, they will lose their light forever.

If this is said, will he still have a prime period in his life?

It is impossible to covet the eyes of his younger brother Izuna. In this case, there is no possibility for him to evolve his eye power again.

He, Uchiha Madara, is afraid that he will never be able to reach a higher level of heyday in this life.

"Divine power?"

He has longed for power since he was a child. Thinking that he might stay in the present forever, Madara called Kamui's name in a panic.

When people are panicked, they subconsciously want to seek comfort from the people closest to them, whether it is verbal or physical.

Kamui did not give Madara the comfort he wanted. He raised his hand to signal Madara to stop talking. Kamui could understand all Madara's worries and his reluctance.

From Shenwei's point of view, there is no need to worry about this at all. He has more than one solution, but the time has not come yet, so there is no need to speak out in a hurry.

He slowly walked to the side and sat down on the tatami. At this time, he felt a little headache.

His slender body was leaning there casually, holding his temple with one hand, looking very tired.

Before this, he didn't think carefully enough. He took it for granted that other ninjas would follow the settings of the original work. It wasn't until he saw the news that he understood that the butterfly effect was the moment he traveled to this world. It started.

While Uchiha and Senju are changing, other ninjas are also changing, just like a pool of water. When you reach in and stir, no matter how slight the movement is, it will affect the entire pool.

He must sort out these messy pieces piece by piece in this huge and complicated world, sort out the clues, and find the optimal solution.

This is very brain-consuming.

Madara glanced at him, Kamui was closing his eyes and concentrating, and his slender fingers were kneading the center of his eyebrows very rhythmically.

Out of his understanding of divine power, he knew it was best not to disturb the other party at this time.

As long as Shenwei is still by his side, those panics seem to be relieved a little. There is no need to say anything or do anything. You just know that this person will always stand on the same front with you. The two people can always support each other and the other party has never disliked you. There is a possibility that no further progress can be made.

That alone made Madara feel a little more at ease.

His expression finally became calm, no longer so gloomy and flustered.

In front of Kamui, Madara is completely different. He doesn't need to disguise himself. He can peel off the hard outer shell and expose the truest and softest part to this man.

He may have a weak side, or he may be childish, with shortcomings and weaknesses, which is completely different from the arrogant and domineering and indestructible character he displays in front of outsiders.

He knew that Kamui would not hurt him, and would reach out to touch him gently. In front of Kamui, he always knew that he was absolutely safe.

Madara suddenly spoke when he heard Kamui, "If it were Hashirama, he would probably have stopped here and huddled in a corner of the ninja world with peace of mind, contentedly being the head of a village with partial autonomy, and still being the leader of fire. A tool for the great name of the country to find a moment of peace and tranquility.”

Madara had nothing to say in reply, because Hashirama had indeed said so.

Hashirama cherishes the hard-won peace, and even wants to support other ninjas to follow Konoha's example through peace talks after the village is on the right track.

"If everyone has a village that they want to protect, then no one will want to destroy this hard-won peaceful village easily. If this is the case, can this peace be extended indefinitely? ?”

Not long ago, Hashirama once said this to Madara excitedly.

Just as Kamui guessed.

Kamui's hand rubbing his brow stopped, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Madara, with a hint of shrewdness gradually appearing in his eyes.

A dangerous smile spread from the corner of his mouth. Seeing him like this in Madara's eyes, Madara couldn't help but "tsk".

Uchiha Madara really couldn't bear to see Kamui like this. He must have bad intentions for being so confident and determined.

Sure enough, he heard Kamui say: "I don't want to do this, they forced me."

"What do you want to do again?"

"Transfer the contradiction."

Madara walked over and sat down next to him, "Tell me more details."

"Let them fight themselves."

"..." His eyes suddenly narrowed, and Madara would look a little gloomy and untouchable when he wasn't smiling.

Shenwei was smiling with his chin on his hands, smiling confidently and contentedly.

He raised his eyebrows at Ban and said, "It's like the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind it, or it's like the snipe and the clam vying for the fisherman's profit."

Madara was very smart and understood immediately.

He snorted coldly and crumpled up the letters that Kamui had just read. "That being said, this is not an easy task, right?"

"Yes," Kamui lazily raised his eyelids and looked at him.

The temperature in the study was suitable, and Kamui was only wearing a white kimono. At this moment, he was holding his hat with one hand, and the neckline of the kimono was wide open, revealing his delicate collarbone and a piece of his chest.

Such a springy look is displayed, and the lazy and tired look is really attractive, but because the smile is so sinister, the sexiness is suppressed.

Madara looked away, trying not to be attracted by the beauty in front of him.

He had to admit that at this age, whenever his lips touched once, he couldn't help but think about it and wanted to do it a second or third time.

Compared with those who are asleep or have no reaction after being hallucinated, the power of the waking god is more attractive.

But now that he was talking about business, he couldn't let his thoughts wander.

Kamui had no idea what obscene things were going on in Madara's mind at this moment. He continued to say excitedly: "That's why you have to find the right person to do it. If you choose the right person, you will get twice the result with half the effort."

Madara quickly went through it in his mind. He was a little confused. Could it be that Kamui wanted to talk about the spies scattered everywhere?

Obviously, Kamui guessed what Madara was thinking. He shook his head slightly and his smile became deeper.

"There is obviously a group of people who are very suitable to do this. At the very least, they are the most suitable to shake the ninjas of the Land of Thunder."

Speaking of this, Madara suddenly thought of who the most suitable person mentioned by Kamui was.

There was an unconcealable excitement in his eyes, and Madara couldn't help but hold his chin in his hands and burst into laughter.

He nodded, "Ah, he is indeed the most suitable candidate. Everyone has revenge and grievances. I believe they will be very happy."