Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Hashirama left, and there were only pedestrians running quickly on the street from time to time. Then there were only Kamui and Madara.

With the Susana rain cover, not even a drop of rain fell on them, and because it was spacious and bulky, it was much easier to use than an umbrella.

Kamui looked at it with a bit of envy, and suddenly felt the same for Madara when he saw him using his third eye ability for training for the first time in the jungle.

Everyone longs for power, the power they don't have.

He also tried to use the ability of that eye to open Susana, but all failed without exception. Because his third eye was not evolved from the Sharingan fused with the chakra of Indra and Asura, the Mangekyou It also doesn't have the ability of the Sharingan.

In his words, this is a person with incomplete eyes.

As if he saw the envy of Kamui, Madara pinched the back of his hand and said softly: "One day you can do it too."

Kamui didn't know how to respond to Madara's words. He knew the conditions needed to activate the Mangekyō Sharingan, but...

"I think privately, it would be better for you not to experience such pain."

Saying this, Madara suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Kamui.

Kamui also looked at him, "What's wrong?"

It was obvious that he had something to say, but when people were passing by from time to time and were invariably attracted to Susan's arms, this was not a good place to talk.

Madara shook his head and swallowed back what he wanted to say. He smiled, "It's nothing, let's go."

It's still the same hot spring hotel as before, and it's still the same room on the third floor that I'm used to staying in. I stay here every time I come here, and I'm an absolute regular customer for the boss.

Because it was raining, I had no choice but to skip the step of soaking in the hot spring. Kamui liked the feeling of being soaked in the warm water, so he complained about it a lot.

While I was doing a simple rinse in the bathroom, I was still looking at the steamy hot spring water through the window and mumbling, my head was covered by the big towel thrown by Madara. The person wiping him not far behind me got a headache from his mumbling, so he could only follow He promised.

"In the future, when we no longer need to hold a string all day long, when that time comes, I will accompany you to the Kingdom of Yu. You can settle down there and soak in it as long as you want."

Kamui wiped his hair and turned around. Madara had already wiped the water stains off his body and put on his yukata, tying his belt skillfully with both hands.

"As the leader of the clan, will you leave your clan members alone and come with me to settle in the Country of Tang?"

Madara paused for a moment, then nodded, "It can't be said that I will abandon the clan. As long as I give up the title of clan leader to others, I will no longer be the clan leader. If I am not the clan leader, there is no such thing as abandonment. Perhaps, Quan Na will be better than me. He is more suitable to be the leader of this clan."

Madara was talking to himself, while Kamui looked at him from the window three steps away. The bathroom was filled with evaporated water vapor, and the light was obscured by the swirling water vapor.

Shenwei didn't see it very clearly, but he felt that the expression was very sincere, and even the tone was very serious, without even the slightest hint of joking.

He was thinking that maybe Uchiha Madara did have this idea in his heart at this moment.

And all along, Uchiha Madara was not a person who would be stumbling upon anyone or anything. He had always done what he wanted to do.

When the important person is around, he is willing to listen to the other person's opinions on the future path.

When such a person is gone, he is like a wild horse giving the people around him a chance to choose. When he sees that the other person does not choose him, he does not feel resentful because of it, but leaves gracefully and continues to work on his own. Go all the way on the road you want to take, and be more pious than any believer.

For Madara, the tribe may be more of an entrustment from the ancestors (Tajima) to the future generations (Madara himself), and it is a sense of mission to protect him. But when he feels that the other party does not need his protection, He would resolutely stop without any nostalgia.

Moreover, now that Quan Nai is still alive and well, he can still hand over the burden that his father placed on his shoulders to Quan Nai, the younger brother who is always passionate and always loves to contribute to the family.

The younger brother protects the family, so he can protect his younger brother.

As for where his people are, it doesn't seem to be very important.

The warm spring night became cold because of this spring rain, which was as precious as oil. The spring cold was unexpected and unexpected.

Kamui was wrapped in a yukata and lying by the window of the room on the third floor. The window was fully open, and a little drizzle came in from time to time.

Madara was making bedding, and he raised his head and told him to close the window quickly.

"I just took a shower, be careful of catching a cold."

Kamui responded lazily, but didn't move even an inch. It wasn't until a few minutes later that someone came up from behind and hugged him.

With his back pressed against the warm chest, the other person's warmth was transferred to his body in an instant, and the person became much warmer.

"I told you I would catch a cold..." Although the words sounded like complaints, Madara just sat by the window with Kamui in his arms and watched the night rain, and did not reach out to close the window.

He actually indulged Kamui in many things, because his innocence made Kamui suffer four years in Hinata, which has always made him resentful.

So many times, he would involuntarily want to follow the will of God, which is a kind of unconscious compensation psychology.

He couldn't notice it himself, and even Kamui thought he was acting like this because he liked him, ignoring Madara's psychology.

The rain was so light that even with the lights coming from the buildings on both sides, it was still difficult to see clearly. Only occasionally, if the angle was right, one could see a fleeting silver thread falling from the night sky.

It was pretty, but he never knew that Shenwei liked to watch the rain.

As if Shenwei could hear his thoughts, he smiled and said briskly: "I used to like it very much. I used to be a sad person..."

Without the love of his parents, he was once a child with a very low self-esteem. Such a child is sensitive, fragile, and sentimental. His favorite thing is rainy days.

He always felt that rain was the tears of gods. He would secretly think that gods with superb magical powers would cry when they were unhappy. It should be normal for him, an ordinary person, to cry, right?

Rainy days are the only thing Kamui thinks he has in common with gods, so he likes them very much.

Later, when he arrived in this world and experienced the terrifying thunderstorm night at Hinata's house, he was once afraid of rainy days.

Rain is often accompanied by thunder and lightning. Even if it is a spring rain, he is still frightened.

but now--

"Now I'm not afraid. With you by my side, I'm not afraid anymore." As if he was afraid that Madara wouldn't believe it, Kamui turned back to look at him.

"Really." Shenwei emphasized.

Madara felt sour when he heard this, and rested his chin on Kamui's fleshless shoulder.

"Yeah," he snorted through his nose in response.

"Watch for a while longer, then close the window and go to bed. Speaking of which, I drank too much and my head feels a little dizzy, so I want to blow some air."

"Ah."

"Uh..." Kamui felt a little uncomfortable and quietly looked at Madara's face.

His hair covered most of his face, and even if the light was far away, he couldn't see the face clearly, but just listening to the voice made Kamui Intuit Madara's mood a little low.

"Hey," he moved his shoulders, "What's wrong with you?"

Madara remained silent for a long time, and just when Kamui lost his patience and wanted to push him away, he suddenly spoke.