Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

After waiting for a while, Kamui finally recovered. When he landed, Madara was underneath him. Although he was blinded by the fall, he was a little better than Madara.

With his arms supported on the ground, Kamui managed to raise his upper body with great effort.

As long as he moves, he will feel heartbreaking pain all over his body.

I'm really glad he didn't die.

The rain gradually became heavier and my vision became blurry.

Lying in the rain is not an option. It’s easy to catch cold and get sick after getting caught in the rain. You have to find a place to take shelter from the rain.

Shenwei struggled to twist his body and looked around, and finally saw a protruding boulder not far away from them. The boulder stretched out like a natural eaves, allowing people to hide under it to avoid the rain.

Kamui was very happy. He pushed Madara beside him and said happily: "Madara, look, there is a place to hide from the rain over there."

When he didn't get a response, Kamui turned around and looked down at him in confusion.

Madara closed his eyes and remained motionless. His originally healthy face was now pale and bloodless, leaving only the blood stains at the corners of his mouth that were still bright red.

Kamui was stunned for a moment, and then he discovered that on the grass where Madara was lying, red liquid flowed out as the rain washed away.

He panicked. After such a long time, he felt the feeling of panic again.

His hand timidly pushed Madara again, but Madara remained motionless.

"Madara?" Kamui called him in a hoarse voice.

The only response to him was the rolling thunder in the sky and the swishing rain nearby.

"Uchiha Madara!"

Shenwei called him with all his strength, and the sound of the heavy rain almost drowned out his shout. The harsh and harsh sound echoed in the valley, which was very sad.

The body temperature dropped in the rain, and even breathing became weak.

Kamui frowned and looked at Madara who was motionless, suddenly not knowing what to do.

Madara, Madara, is he going to die?

Thinking this, Kamui quickly shook his head.

Are you kidding, he is Uchiha Madara, the future shura of the ninja world, the chakra reincarnation of Indra.

How could such an awesome person die in such a miserable way?

Kamui used all his strength to drag Madara under the boulder. Every time he took a step, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his right leg.

It wasn't until Madara was dragged under the boulder that Kamui even bothered to look at his right leg.

The trouser legs were rolled up, revealing the shocking wounds inside. The calf was scratched by something unknown when it rolled down. At this moment, the skin and flesh were turned out, bloody and horrifying.

In addition to these skin injuries, the bones also seemed to be injured.

But no matter what, for a while, this little injury couldn't kill him. Compared with him, Madara was much worse.

When rolling down, Madara kept protecting Kamui's head, but his own head was exposed.

He didn't know whether he bumped into it on the hillside or fell when he fell. Now, the back of his head was bright red, and his hair was soaked and sticky. When he reached out and touched it, it was all covered in blood.

Kamui is very scared. If he makes Madara Uchiha, the ninja Shura, become a fool because of him, then he...

No, he doesn't like Madara Uchiha turning into a fool.

In addition to the injury on his head, his waist and back were also covered with wounds. Only the front part of his body where he was holding the Kamui was in good condition, and the rest of his body could almost be described as a bloody mess.

Kamui looked at the unconscious Madara, and suddenly felt a very strange feeling.

It was obvious that my body was hurting like hell, but I felt a little happy in my heart for no reason.

He recalled Madara's desperate attempt to save him over and over again, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

In such a terrible situation, Kamui smiled sincerely.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be cared about.

This is what it feels like to be cared about.

It feels very warm, like sitting by the fire in the cold winter, and the roasting person's whole body is warm.

He had never felt such a good feeling before when he was alive.

Eyes locked on Quiet's face, this was the first time Kamui looked at Madara while he was asleep.

Madara who is sleeping is no longer awkward and immature, but instead makes people feel more friendly.

"For the sake of saving me, I am willing to let you drink my blood."

Kamui smiled, raised his arm, closed his eyes and took a bite.

The pain made him tremble uncontrollably.

Smooth and tight skin, warm and sweet blood...

He lifted Madara's upper body and leaned into his arms, placing his wrist on Madara's lips.

The comatose person could not actively suck, so Kamui used his other hand to squeeze the blood into his mouth. Due to human instinct, when warm liquid flows into his mouth, he will swallow it unconsciously.

Madara is like a thirsty traveler in the desert. Once he finds a source of water, he drinks it regardless.

From the initial need for others to squeeze the warm and viscous liquid into his mouth, to the later stage when he took the initiative to suck it, it only took a moment.

The wound hurt and itched, and Kamui gradually frowned.

He looked at the gray sky in the distance and completely let himself go. Once people let go, fatigue would take the opportunity to sneak up on him.

With his back against the cold rock, Kamui was unwilling to move any more.

Muscles have memory, and all they remember is pain.

But as long as he doesn't move, the pain can be relieved a little.

Madara held Kamui's wrist greedily and sucked on it. Perhaps in his dream, he was drinking a glass of sugar water, a glass of sugar water that could restore his strength and relieve pain.

His calf was still bleeding, and he felt extremely cold after being exposed to the rainy air.

When will the reinforcements arrive?

If Madara is here, Tajima will definitely send someone, right?

When Kamui was thinking this, his eyelids couldn't help but close together.

The arm held by Madara gradually became cold. Kamui didn't know how much blood the opponent had absorbed. He gradually felt confused and couldn't resist the urge to fall asleep.

At the last second when he fell asleep, he thought that this body was still too weak after all.

Shenwei slept very uneasily. In his dream, he dreamed about his mother again for a long time. He dreamed that he was sick and his limbs were weak.

He was lying on the hard hospital bed, and his mother was sitting beside him, holding his hand and accompanying him.

His mother's smile was beautiful and her voice was gentle. She kept holding his hand and never let go.

Kamui cried. Every time his body hurts, he misses his mother. Whenever he thinks of his mother, he can't help but cry.

His mother did not laugh at him for still crying when he grew up. Her warm fingers helped him wipe away his cold tears little by little.

Shenwei cried and begged her: "Mom, don't leave me again, don't leave me alone again, I hate being alone, please don't leave me."

His mother looked at him lovingly, and after a long time, she caressed his face. Shenwei heard her say softly, "Okay."

This was simply the best dream he had had in the past few years.

Kamui didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, he was lying on the ground.

In the dim light, Kamui stared blankly at the top of the rock. After a while, he realized that it was a dream.

He sneered and thought mockingly to himself that even when he grew up, he was still like a child of several years old who wanted his mother to accompany him when he was vulnerable.

There was a piece of clothing covering his body. He picked it up and looked at it for a while before his brain started to work.

This is Madara's robe.