Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Group after group of people left, until Hashirama was so thirsty that he finally found a booth to sit down after discussing all the makeup issues he knew with different women or girls. Come down.

Tobirama always maintains his posture, because he knows that he is dressed like his mother, so he does not dare to move around casually, and his speech and behavior are extremely disciplined.

After Hashirama downed two cups of tea, he waved to Tobirama, "You should be more relaxed. My mother was not as old-fashioned as you when she was alive. She was the kind of person who would drink and dance at the celebration of winning a battle. people."

Tobirama rolled his eyes, he was just like him but he was not, he was not a mother, he could not dance, he could not even drink...

Unlike his older brothers, Izuna, who has grown up in love since he was a child, does not have the arrogance of other boys. Apart from being a little uncomfortable at first, he quickly adapted to this new identity and was very satisfied. .

While Madara was still surrounded by all the girls drooling over him, Izuna was already flying around the place with her skirt.

The Uchiha Fire Core's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw his cute and innocent look, and he ran after Senna.

"Quenna, Quanna, please slow down. If you run so fast in clothes like this, you will fall, right?"

Quan Nai's clear teenage voice was mixed with a little happiness and impatience, "Huo He, you are so verbose. How could I fall down if I am so powerful?"

Huo He hesitated, "But you are your girl now, so what do you think my words are not suitable for you?"

Quan Na grinned, as if that was indeed the case, but...

There was still nothing that could stop his fiery personality, and he was wearing a skin that he had never worn before or thought about. This novelty really made him unable to stop the car.

Quan Na pulled Huo He, who was lagging behind, and ran to play with his friends. He wanted them to see his beautiful clothes. After all, after tonight, there seemed to be no chance to wear them again in the future.

When those boys and girls saw a brand new Izuna, their eyes widened. They circled around Izuna, sometimes reaching out to touch the bright kimono with excellent fabrics, sometimes pulling on Izuna's braids, and some even stole it. A small flower in a crown above the head.

The joy of the celebration and the fresh costumes of friends brought the atmosphere of this night to its climax.

After the daimyo separated from Madara and the others, they were accompanied by the senior management of Hyuga Sarutobi and Uchiha. The Hokage, who had been busy all day, and the Hokage's "brothers and sisters" finally staggered around after dealing with all the people who came to congratulate them. He collapsed on the tea stall table.

The villagers all chased the carp dance team to the wider square, and the streets on both sides instantly became much deserted.

Kamui looked at these three guys who were very tired, and couldn't help but sigh that a woman's kimono is really not something people wear.

It's already very uncomfortable to have this thing on my body. I can't even walk. Even if I beat him to death, he wouldn't be able to wear it.

"Looking at how tired and hot you are, I'll treat you to a drink."

Hearing about drinking, Hashirama was the first to get excited. He suddenly raised his head from the table, "Aren't you going to get drunk?"

Kamui nodded with a smile, "I won't return until I'm drunk."

Madara chuckled, "All expenses today will be charged to the village's account. You are quite good at selling favors at times like this."

Kamui rolled his eyes at him and disliked him for being too straightforward. Hashirama didn't care about it. No matter who was treating him or where the money was spent, he just wanted to drink.

Tobirama, who had been sitting silently and coldly, finally snorted in dissatisfaction, looking at Kamui with questioning and mean eyes.

"Some people have long said that they can make sour plum wine, and then drink it when they build a village..."

Who this certain person was referring to was tacitly understood by them, as if there was no one else but Shenwei, and they couldn't help but focus on the person being accused.

Kamui raised his eyebrows at them, patted his sleeves, and smiled calmly.

Seeing him looking so calm and composed, Tobirama's expression finally relaxed a little. He pursed his lips, turned his face away silently, and laughed very, very softly.

Not in an izakaya, but on the top of the cliff behind Konoha.

There are no faces of the previous Hokage carved here, it is just a bare rock without any decoration. Madara and Hashirama occasionally like to sit here. Recently, because Madara went out to fight, they have not been here for a long time.

Underfoot, the lights were bright, and the brightest place was the village square, where a carp dance was being performed. The carps flying up and down could be seen clearly even from such a distance.

On the top of the rock, four people were sitting on the ground. On the square towel spread out in front of them, after untying the scroll, a jar of green plum wine appeared.

"You can drink as much as you want today. I emptied all the green plum wine in the basement of the main courtyard. There is not enough for me to take out."

Madara looked at the jars of wine in front of him, and his mood was a bit complicated, but on this special day, it seemed hard to say anything, so he could only follow the wishes of Kamui.

Kamui noticed that Madara was hesitant to speak, and while the two brothers Hashirama and Tobirama were chatting and drinking wine, he leaned to Madara's side and asked him in a low voice what was wrong.

Madara glanced at him and whispered: "Did you really bring them all?"

Kamui nodded, "Yeah."

"Then..." He paused, feeling that he was a bit petty about caring, but he still cared.

"what's wrong?"

"In the spring, the jar you said you brewed for me... was also brought here?"

When the green plums ripened in the spring, Kamui announced for the first time that he wanted to make wine. At that time, Madara watched Kamui stabbing the green plums one by one with toothpicks through their hearts.

He heard Kamui say, "How about I brew a jar just for you? Make a jar of green plum wine just for Uchiha Madara. When the wine is brewed, you will think of saying this is what I gave you every time you drink it." Brew, do you see how nice your friends are to you?"

After saying that, Shenwei winked at him mischievously, looking very cute and tickling his heart.

Madara has been thinking about when he can drink this green plum wine. Kamui told him that the best drinking period is about half a year. The green plum wine brewed in March will have to wait until September after half a year. In the meantime, it is best to drink green plum wine. How long.

But now, less than three months have passed, and this guy actually said that he has brought all the green plum wine. This is obviously not the best drinking period, okay?

"Do you mind this?"

Madara was a little embarrassed and explained: "It's not that I mind, it's just... I don't have enough time, right? I just think that if I don't have enough time, I just drink it. Isn't this a waste of natural resources?"

"It's really just that?"

The darkness concealed his red face very well. He felt embarrassed to care about such trivial matters, but the little thoughts of secretly poking at him really grew in his heart. It was not because you were strong enough. This kind of mentality will not appear.

Madara was silent for a while, and after he felt Kamui's gaze still on his face, he finally shook his head.

His head moved closer to Shenwei, and he whispered: "That's the wine you specially brewed for me. It belongs to me. You are not allowed to drink it for others, so..."

Madara glanced at the wine jar on the ground, "Which jar is mine?"