Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Tajima also felt that he had lost his temper. He felt that he could not face his son, but also felt that he could not face himself, so he simply frowned and stopped looking at Kamui.

"The time is in a week. You should stay at home during this period. You are not allowed to go anywhere." Tajima grabbed a handful of chess pieces aimlessly, thought for a while and said: "Don't think about who to ask for help. There is no one." People can save you."

"..."

Who can he call for help?

"Maybe in two years, maybe in five years, we will definitely destroy Thousand Hands. Even if we can't do it, we will still become the strongest being that other families cannot intimidate. At that time, father will take you back."

Kamui couldn't tell whether Tajima's words were true or false. It was futile to think too much about the unchangeable facts, but——

"Did Madara tell me to go?"

Tajima was stunned and looked up at Kamui. Kamui's face was still pale, but he was no longer shocked and sad. He spoke calmly, as if he was talking about someone else's business.

"Ah," Tajima responded, vaguely.

"Does mother know about this?" Shenwei asked again.

When he thought of his wife, Tajima suddenly looked sad. He pinched his eyebrows and said in a weak tone, "She doesn't know. We can't let her know. Her body won't be able to bear it."

Yes, her health has never been good.

"Ah, that's right," Kamui smiled at Tajima, "Don't let mother know."

After leaving the study room, Shenwei's smile could no longer be maintained.

I had been holding back the discomfort in my stomach, but now I couldn't hold it in any longer.

He held the pillar and vomited in embarrassment. He vomited all the lunch he had eaten until finally even the bile was vomited out.

My mouth felt terribly bitter, and my heart became confused.

The so-called mysophobia had long been forgotten at this time. He wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, then walked toward the other courtyard while holding on to the wall.

The steps are frivolous and stumbling.

He couldn't hear Ashue's voice greeting him, nor could he hear Quan Nai's voice calling her second brother.

Quan Nai grabbed his clothes from behind. The other party was dissatisfied with his ignoring him and called him coquettishly, "I've called you several times, but you ignored me."

Kamui did not stop walking towards the other courtyard, even if he dragged Izuna by his tail, it did not affect his speed.

"Second brother, did you hear what I said? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? You look so ugly, second brother?"

At the door of the room, Kamui suddenly stopped. He turned around and pushed Izuna away, and told him coldly, "This is my domain from now on, at least for now. Don't come in. Go wherever you want. Just don't do it." Come in."

Kamui's face was particularly solemn. Seeing him like this, Quan Na suddenly felt strange.

The hands holding Kamui's clothes subconsciously loosened their grip. Quan Nai looked at him timidly and said a good word after a while.

Izuna turned around and walked away. It wasn't until his figure disappeared from his sight that Kamui opened the door. After entering, he locked the door and turned around to see Madara coming in from the backyard.

Walking in with bare feet on the floor, Madara looked at Kamui against the light. Kamui's expression was terrifying and terrifying. He stared at himself as if he were looking at an enemy.

After thinking for a few seconds, Madara probably knew the reason.

With a slight sigh, Madara sat on the ground beside Yuan. He patted the place beside him and called Kamui, "Come to me."

When his younger brother heard what he said in the past, he would run over like a docile puppy, but now Kamui...

"Uh-" His back hit the ground violently, Madara grunted in pain, and his body was thrown to the wooden floor by Kamui.

His brother, who was once weak and unable to take care of himself, pounced on him like a cheetah and threw him to the ground.

Kamui rode on Madara's body and grabbed Madara's neck with both hands.

His eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire, and the fire would burn wherever it burned, with a violence that would destroy everything.

"Shenwei..."

"why?"

Madara blinked nonchalantly, without too much emotion on his face. He just lay there on his back, letting Kamui gradually tighten his hands.

He smiled bitterly, "You already know it."

"Don't you want to explain that you control my destiny? Don't you want to apologize to me?"

Madara still had no mood swings. He raised the corners of his mouth and even smiled half-heartedly, but his tone was a bit sad.

He asked Kamui, "Do you think an apology is useful?"

Shenwei was stunned, but the anger in his eyes slowly dissipated because of this rhetorical question.

If Madara finally reveals his true colors, if he bluntly says like Tajima that it is to protect the Sharingan, it is because Izuna’s role in the family is stronger than him, and giving up on him is for the sake of survival of the fittest...

If he just gives himself a reason, then Kamui will definitely strangle him to death without mercy.

But he didn't. He admitted that the matter had something to do with him, but his eyes said that he couldn't fight fate.

The hand holding Madara no longer had any strength, and was just loosely wrapped around Madara's neck. Kamui lowered his head and closed his eyes, not looking at him, and his voice was hurt.

He asked Ban: "Why is it me? Did you really not hesitate when you chose me?"

Madara wanted to answer him, but there seemed to be a switch in his throat. Now, the switch was turned off, which caused him to be unable to make a sound.

"I and Izuna are both your brothers!"

The upper and lower teeth clenched together tightly. After a long time, Madara nodded slightly, "Ah, you are all my younger brothers, but Izuna is too young, he is only ten years old, and he has opened the Sharingan. As Brother, we have to protect our weak brother, right? I believe you can understand Kamui."

"Hehehe..." After hearing his words, the young man in his body laughed uncontrollably, making his thin body tremble with laughter.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Madara, with a frightening smile on his extremely beautiful face. For a moment, Madara was stunned, and some not-too-positive adjectives came to his mind.

Femme fatale, crazy beauty, etc.

Beautiful as they are, they all carry bloodthirsty madness.

"I am the same no matter where I go in this world. If you discuss it with me, maybe I will agree." He was obviously talking about his own business, but he looked like a kite floating in the wind. Fluttering and swaying.

"Izuna, what a lovely child, but Madara," Kamui looked at Madara condescendingly, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was a harshness that pierced people's hearts, "I hate it when others decide my fate, but you did it. Overcame my taboo."

"You are as hypocritical as my father. We lived and died together not long ago." His slender fingers traveled over Madara's body little by little through his clothes. "You still have my blood in your body. As I said at the beginning, Madara, you are really an immature wolf."

Madara did not refute Kamui's accusation at all and accepted it all.

At this time, all of Kamui's anger was deserved, and he had no right to refute even a single word.

That afternoon two months ago, the memories of being in his father's study came to him unexpectedly. Madara felt very depressed and painful. He didn't dare to look at Kamui anymore and simply closed his beautiful eyes.