Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

The first spring rain fell on this peaceful night.

Drinking is about fun. When all three people lose interest, the drinking party should be over.

Before leaving, in addition to the cost of the drinks, Madara gave the three accompanying girls some extra money. The girls, who were so excited about the money, instantly looked at Madara's leaving figure with starry eyes.

"He seems cold and hard to mess with, but I didn't expect him to be so smart. He must be a good man, right?"

"He's still handsome."

"It's gone, it's gone," the woman holding a cigarette took her share of the money and waved to the two nymphomaniac sisters, "Can't you see, his eyes have been there all night? On Lord Kamui.”

"Eh?!" The two girls in Huazhizhaozhan exclaimed together, their starry eyes turning into heart-shaped ones in an instant.

"The two of them look very good together, don't they? Imagine that scene...hehe."

Taking CP and other things can happen in any age.

Everyone generally adheres to the attitude of "My love may be fake, but the CP I consume must be real!"

It was raining outside, and the three of them stood at the door of the izakaya, thinking about how to go back.

The voices of the three escort girls were not low, and everything they said reached their ears.

Hashirama had just worried about it, and now it has come true.

Kamui quietly used his peripheral vision to look at Madara. The soft light from the lantern above his head happened to hit his face diagonally.

There was not much expression on this handsome and slightly indifferent face. He seemed not to hear what the hostess said, and his expression remained as usual.

Madara felt Kamui's gaze, but he did not look back. Instead, he silently grasped the other person's hand. Even though he knew that there were three escort girls watching them, he did not feel the slightest bit embarrassed. He spoke magnanimously. Incredible.

Kamui quickly lowered his head and glanced at Madara's hand. His own hand was being held gently by him. At the entrance of the izakaya where people were coming and going, Kamui instinctively wanted to pull his hand back.

Madara knew his intention, and the more he pulled back, the tighter his grip became, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

Madara still didn't glance at Kamui, and his eyes covered by his forehead could be seen clearly from one side. He stared at the thin rain curtain in front of him, calmly, calmly and stubbornly.

The intensity of the struggle gradually became smaller, and in the end, Shenwei chuckled and held his hand tightly.

The warm spring night was slightly chilly because of the rain, but neither Kamui nor Madara felt cold.

The blood in the whole body starts to circulate from the heart, over and over again, and the hands held together are extremely hot.

The corners of his mouth raised and never went down. Shenwei let out a long sigh, and suddenly felt that nothing made him feel more relaxed and at ease than at this moment.

The small movements of the two people were caught by Hashirama on the side, and he turned away awkwardly.

Hashirama coughed deliberately, and his voice was very deliberate. Sure enough, the waitress not far behind him immediately fell silent after hearing it.

Because he didn't bring an umbrella, Madara used Susanoo on the way back to the hot spring hotel. The blue embodied chakra appeared above the heads of the three of them. It was just an arm but it could block the wind and rain.

But this... is really too high-profile.

People on the street have never seen this scene before. Although the sudden rain caused many people to get into the shops on the street to hide from the rain, so that there were not many pedestrians on the street, but even if it was empty, there were still people coming and going. of.

Those people secretly glanced at this scene, wondering in their hearts what the phantom with light blue light was?

Have they ever seen Susanoo before?

Even if I listen, I have never heard of it.

As if he couldn't see the curious glances from others, Madara never let go of his tightly clenched hands.

Hashirama should have been very happy that Madara really used Susana to protect him from the rain, but after having a thorough heart-to-heart talk with the two of them just now, he was in a low mood and kept walking beside the two of them in a depressed manner.

At this time, he looked at the two sticky people walking side by side, and inexplicably felt like a light bulb with a very high wattage.

He pursed his lips and wondered if he should bring Mito with him next time he came out, otherwise he would be really heartbroken.

"Otherwise, I'll do my best and stick you two together with paste."

spot:"……"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, mushrooms were about to grow on Hashirama's head. He reached out and tugged at Madara's sleeves. He felt a little resentful and said, "Hey, at least take care of the people around you. Madara, you spoil him too much."

Hashirama's words were sour. Madara frowned. After looking at Kamui, he looked a little puzzled and said to Hashirama, "We didn't do anything, we just walked together. Hashirama, you are really..."

Kamui naturally knew what Hashirama was sore about. Changing that kind of mentality would not happen overnight, but he believed that Hashirama could always get used to it.

"Remember, the storm last time was much worse than now. Let's..." As he said that, Madara suddenly realized that it was not a good memory for Kamui, so he closed his mouth again.

"What's wrong with us?"

Madara shook his head, "Nothing."

He didn't want to continue talking. Although Kamui felt it was a bit strange, he didn't ask the details in front of Hashirama.

Kamui had no memory of Susanoo. This time he saw it. It was the first time for him to watch and feel it so close, and he became excited.

He was like a curious child, looking left and right, and even stretched out his hand to touch.

Madara found it funny and asked him: "How did you feel after touching it?"

Kamui was still thinking about how to describe it to him. Hashirama rolled his eyes and his mouth almost rolled to the back of his head.

This terrible question had happened before between him and Mito, but the things were different.

Thinking of Mito, Hashirama's face turned red, and his heart was filled with a tenderness that was difficult to describe accurately.

He stayed at Tanshu Street tonight. I wonder if Tobirama remembered to tell Mito when he returned home from Nanga River.

It was his negligence not to tell Tobirama, but Tobirama has always been reliable and considerate in his work, so he should have thought of informing Mito.

So, she shouldn't be waiting by the candlelight tonight for her to go back, right?

I don't know why, but at this moment, Hashirama suddenly missed Mito very much.

As they walked, their pace became slower and slower. Both Kamui and Madara noticed Hashirama who was lagging behind, and couldn't help but turn around to look at him.

"If you don't come here, you'll get wet in the rain. Are you going to use wood to build a canopy to protect you from the rain?"

Hashirama groaned and stood still. After a moment, he said embarrassedly: "I want to go home."

The world seemed to have suddenly stopped. After Kamui and Madara looked at each other, they looked at him together, their eyes full of confusion.

Hashirama flattened his mouth and spoke again, "I suddenly want to go home. I don't care. I want to go home. Let's see you later."

"Hey, I said you..." Before Madara could finish his words, Hashirama had already used the teleportation technique to disappear from this place.

The place where people were standing was now empty.

It was the first time Madara saw Hashirama like this, and he couldn't help but wonder, "When did Hashirama... become a family man?"

Kamui couldn't help laughing at his side. He held Madara's finger and told him the reason, "He probably only loves people in his family."

With such an answer, Madara suddenly became enlightened and even began to feel the same way.