Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Madara turned over and lay on Kamui's arms. He looked outside. The light coming from the building next door made the night darker and darker.

He finally grinned and smiled.

He said: "When it snowed last time, we also lived in this room. You didn't know what to do if you didn't sleep by the window in the middle of the night. At that time, Hashirama and I came back from drinking. When we passed by the window, we looked up and saw Up to your face.

I jumped up from below. The moment I slipped and was about to fall but you caught me, I really hoped that there was an abyss below. If so, I would grab you and jump in together.

Just the two of us fell into the abyss without anyone else disturbing us. "

Kamui also remembered that it was his birthday that day, and the reason why he was by the window was just to make a birthday wish.

At that time, Madara was drunk, but he could still remember it for so long. This man's brain is really good.

"It's just the two of us?" He smiled, "What about Izuna?"

Madara did not change his words just because he heard Izuna's name. Instead, he said: "Izuna will have someone he likes when he grows up, and he will want to be with that person. The fact that I am his blood relative will never matter. It will change, and he knows it and you know it, and the two cannot be confused.”

Of course this Kamui knows, he is just curious. In his understanding, Uchiha has always regarded family affection, especially brotherhood, as more important than other feelings.

However, Madara told him that if a place could only accommodate two people, he would be the one he wanted to be with.

"Did you already like me then?"

"Eh?" This was a question that Madara didn't expect at all. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly, "Yeah."

Uchiha Madara, who fell in love, was very magnanimous, not shy to express his love, and not arrogant.

"So, there was no syrup on the tip of my nose that night, right?"

"Huh?" Madara thought carefully for a while, nodded again and chuckled, "At that time, I could only find this reason. After all, the time was not ripe, and I didn't have the guts to confess to you, not to mention..."

"What's more?" Kamui asked, playing with Madara's long hair.

At that time, Madara always felt that Kamui liked Tobirama.

"I have always..." Madara looked a little awkward, "Because you are indeed nicer to him than to me. You smile at him and speak very gently, so I feel..."

"Ah, you said Tobirama, haha~" Kamui couldn't stop laughing. When he thought about Madara being silently jealous of him for a long time, he found this scene very funny.

"Madara, so you are like this."

Uchiha Madara didn't lose his brother, didn't fall out with his best friend, wasn't ostracized by the village's senior officials, wasn't abandoned by his tribe, and wasn't deceived by Black Zetsu.

He is firmly walking on the thorny road to peace, and there is someone he loves by his side. With such a life, Uchiha Madara may really be a guy who may be jealous of his lover.

This makes Madara more like an ordinary person, and his charm may be greatly reduced. Kamui used his index finger to wrap around Uchiha Madara's hair that was not very obedient, and the black hair was wrapped around his green-white fingers. Black and white, just like my life entangled with him.

Although the charm is greatly reduced, is Madara's life more sweet than bitter?

Everything he wants is there, will he be happier because of it?

"What exactly do you like about me?" This is something Kamui couldn't figure out at all.

A person like him is ruthless and ruthless. For his own selfish desires and for the sake of false long-term peace in the sky, he has single-handedly stirred up the stormy battlefield of the ninja world.

Just like Tobirama said at the beginning, short-term peace is also peace, but because of himself, this short-term peace has become a non-existent luxury hope.

He is a bad guy in the eyes of many people and will be despised by thousands of people.

What is it about me like this that Madara likes?

"To be precise, it's love."

Kamui: "...?"

Madara smiled and said, "Our clan has always made a clear distinction between like and love. So for you, I think like is not an accurate expression. It is love. Like generally refers to liking a certain part of a person. But love means that I can like and accept everything about this person. Even if there are bad aspects, it does not affect my willingness to be tamed. The person I love is attractive to me in all aspects."

This is definitely a naked confession, which is definitely more heartwarming than ten thousand lingering whispers.

The hand tangled in the hair stopped unconsciously. Feeling that the person above him was no longer moving, Madara opened his half-closed eyes and turned over.

He saw Shenwei staring at him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, with an indescribably complicated expression.

"Would the soul also like it?"

Madara asked him in a daze upon hearing Kamui.

Ban was stunned and nodded, "Yes, of course I will like the soul as well."

"I mean……"

Madara was waiting for Kamui to continue, but his slightly rosy lips moved silently, without saying another word.

Kamui shook his head and smiled suddenly.

Madara's eyebrows relaxed, and he was a little disappointed. Wasn't the determination he showed not enough to give Kamui a sense of security?

Does he have to work harder?

The rain became stronger, and more raindrops poured into the room. Madara got up and closed the window, but the thin wooden window blocked the sound of thunder outside.

In the bedroom of the Senju Clan's patriarch's mansion, Mito opened his eyes hazily when he felt the whirlpool sinking in the mattress behind him.

"Who?" she asked.

Before he finished speaking, a strong arm came across his waist, and then his whole body was pulled into a warm embrace.

Even though he had taken off his coat, his hair was still damp and there was some cold water vapor on his body, which smelled like rain.

"You're not coming back, aren't you?" Feeling that it was her husband, her tense body instantly relaxed.

Hashirama leaned forward and hugged Mito tightly. He buried his head in Mito's hair and the crook of his neck, arching like a coquettish puppy with a muffled voice.

"I missed you," he said, "so I left those two guys behind and came back."

Uzumaki Mito, who was half asleep, was amused by him, and his extremely clear laughter was still in his dream.

She turned around, resting her head on Hashirama's arm, and slipped into his broad embrace.

The rain fell on the eaves and on the banana leaves by the window, and the sound of thunderbolts sounded as beautiful as variations.

"Go to sleep." Hashirama patted her shoulder that was exposed outside the quilt.

Mito found the most comfortable position and smiled sweetly in his arms, "Yeah."

On this night, the two couples experienced happiness at the same time.

There is no need to do anything else, just embrace each other quietly. Because of the closeness of their hearts, the feeling of happiness naturally surrounds them.

Happiness is an addictive feeling.

The toughest bad guys want it for the rest of their lives.