Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Originally, as a village that had only been established for more than a year, Konoha was under intermittent construction.

As more and more ninjas join, those wandering ninjas who have no clans have nowhere to go and can only come to Konoha to settle down. With more such ninjas, housing is naturally not enough, so they are always being built.

In addition to these, there are really many things that need to be handled by the Hokage in the village. Even if all the things that can be thrown to others are distributed, there are still so many things left in his own hands.

Working overtime seems to have become the norm, and I don't even have time to do the research and development of ninjutsu and some scientific experiments that I am most interested in.

This was originally the job of Uchiha Madara as the Hokage. It took more than a year and a half since this guy left, and all the work fell on Tobirama, the acting Hokage.

Working for the village, even if I feel tired physically, is still satisfying mentally.

But when he thought that this was Uchiha Madara's job, and that he was helping his love rival to do the job that originally belonged to him, Tobirama had a look of defiance on his face, which was really heartbreaking.

"The village is very good, and there aren't too many thorny problems. As for the sneak attack on the village by the ninjas from the Kingdom of Wind, it was completely ended a few days ago. Because big brother and his companions were there, it didn't cause much damage."

The leaves of the ginkgo turn from green to yellow, and this touch of yellow adds a touch of brightness and softness to the window.

Tobirama stretched out his hand, a gust of wind blew by, and a yellow leaf fell down and landed in his hand.

The frown gradually relaxed, and a light smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, he is always acting lazy. Whenever I ask him to do something, he excuses me on the grounds that Qingsong has no one to take care of him and he wants to take care of the children at home. Oh, by the way, children grow up really fast, even Qingsong grows. Teeth."

As he said this, Tobirama thought of Hashirama's eldest son, Aomatsu, and how that child would smile at him every time he saw him, grinning at him, so he inexplicably started to smile too.

Children are so adorable. Has Kamui ever seen Qingsong?

It seems not. When you come back, why don't you hold Qingsong and show it to Shenwei? Shenwei likes children very much, and he will definitely like Qingsong when he meets Qingsong.

Their Senju family's children are so cute, who wouldn't like them?

Thinking this way, Tobirama's expression became gentler, and he continued to mutter silently: "I don't know if this behavior of always being lazy and instructive is bullying me. If it is, then brother does always bully me."

He repeatedly looked at the ginkgo leaves in his hands, and Tobirama said with a smile: "Then when you come back, you have to help me get revenge. Help me get justice. Just punish him to build more houses with wood outside the village. I'm giving instructions now. Don’t touch him anymore.”

"As for me..." Tobirama leaned on the window sill, he was silent for a long time, and then said: "I'm in good health, but I feel a little tired. I'm very busy after all, and... although I can't speak to others, I have divine power. …”

Tobirama moved his eyes away from the ginkgo leaf in his hand and looked into the distance.

There is a dark green forest as far as the eye can see. There are ribbon-like roads there, and there are people walking on the road from time to time.

Tobirama turned around hesitantly and looked at the letter that he threw on the desk and was roughly crumpled into a ball.

He walked over and picked up the ball of paper, then carefully opened it and smoothed it on the table.

His eyes stayed next to the signed name, looking at the cheesy smiling face, and Tobirama's thumb rubbed that spot over and over again.

This smiling face is obviously drawn with the simplest lines, but it somehow captures the charm of Shenwei's face, making it particularly similar.

He smiled and whispered, "I miss you so much."

It is no longer possible to say such words in front of anyone. Such thoughts have become taboo and can only be revealed when you are alone.

Tobirama carefully folded the piece of paper that he had crumpled up and put it into Kimono's arms. After he rubbed his face and adjusted his expression, he shouted out the door.

The ninja who had been waiting at the door hurried in after hearing the sound. Tobirama stood in front of the desk with the light behind him. He was picking through the scrolls piled there. After he picked a pile, he called people over.

"Send these to Tetsuya and tell him that they are all important and must be corrected before leaving get off work."

The assistant looked down at the pile of scrolls in his arms, each of which looked thick, and his eyebrows couldn't stop trembling.

"Master Tobirama, you..."

Tobirama sighed tiredly, his voice no longer sounded so lively, and he still looked like he was in his early twenties.

"I'm going to see a consultant. I have something to discuss."

The assistant said nothing and walked obediently to Nara Tetsuya's office holding the pile of heavy scrolls.

In order to save time, Tobirama directly used the Flying Thunder God to appear in the yard of Hashirama's house. At that time, Hashirama hid at home to take care of his son on the grounds that a war had just ended.

This was his and Mito's first child, and he doted on him so much that he wished he could stay at home and coax his son every day.

At that time, Hashirama was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the corridor. He clapped his hands and encouraged the little one lying on the end of the edge.

"Father is here. Come on, Qingsong, crawl forward. Climb to Father. I will turn into a little flower for you to play with, okay?"

Qingsong, who was less than one year old, couldn't understand what Hashirama was saying at all, but he recognized his father. His father smiled and clapped at him, and he wanted to go to his father.

The small body was like a silkworm baby, moving on the clean wet edge. However, it seemed that it was useless to move for a long time, and it kept struggling in the same place.

But what do children know?

He felt that he had worked hard, and his father had been smiling at him, so he grinned and giggled.

The drool-stained mouth opened to reveal a few small white rice-like teeth, which were so cute that Hashirama's heart melted just by looking at them.

He boasted to Mito, who was writing a short book on the inside of the paper door, how cute their son was. Although Mito also thought her child was cute, she had always been sensible.

While writing, he said with no emotion: "It seems that all parents think their children are cute. This is a kind of kinship recognition. Hashirama, maybe in the eyes of others, your son doesn't look like a fool." must."

Uh... listen, is this what a mother should say?

Hashirama glanced at Mito sadly through the open paper door. Mito lowered his eyelashes and was seriously writing a short book. He had written many short books and had piled them into a tall pile.

He really didn't understand why some people liked writing short books so much.

He also didn't understand why any mother could be so rational when facing her lovely child.

He couldn't do it anyway.

"Qingsong Qingsong, come on, come to father, hurry up, hurry up, use your feet hard!"

Aomatsu was still giggling, and he thought Hashirama was just playing a game with him.

"Your grandmother said, father, I was able to crawl and walk very early when I was a child, but you still can't, so who did you follow?" Hashirama couldn't figure out the reason even if he thought about it. .

If a child born to two couples does not look like the father, then it can only look like the mother, right?

Right, right?