Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

"What is this?" Harujian asked.

"This is……"

Shenwei looked at the glass bottle lying in his hand. The bottle was filled with light green liquid. There was a small piece of meat floating in the liquid. If he didn't take the initiative to tell it, no one would know what kind of meat it was.

"This is……"

Even after saying it twice, he still didn't make it clear what this thing was.

Harumi is a medical ninja, not to mention, the texture of this thing is so obvious, just by looking at it you can tell it is a piece of meat and what kind of meat it comes from.

Frowning his brows, Harujian sighed, and changed his question.

His eyes focused on Madara's wound, but his mouth asked Kamui: "Or should I ask, what do you want to do by giving me this thing, so that I can patch it on Madara-sama's wound?"

"……Um."

"What's the purpose of this?"

There was silence for a moment, and just when Harujian thought Kamui would not answer this question again, he suddenly spoke again.

"Of course it will be good for him, not only for him who is injured now, but also for the future. If I know how to do medical ninjutsu, of course I want to do it myself, but I don't."

"..."

Shenwei added: "Do you think I will harm him?"

This question stopped Harumi. He was stunned for only a second and immediately shook his head. If there is anyone in this world who would not be unfavorable to Madara-sama, then it would only be Izuna and Kamui.

Others may betray him and hurt him, but these two people will not, right?

"Give it to me." Harumi said.

As for why, Harujian doesn't want to know anymore. He is a wise and foolish type. He knows that the less he knows about some things, the safer he is. Knowing too much may put himself in danger.

The operation lasted for more than ten hours. During this period, two medical ninjas came to change shifts with Harumi. Concentrating for a long time on precise chakra control of flesh and blood regeneration was a very chakra- and energy-consuming thing.

One of Kamui's wrists was always held tightly by Madara, and even when he fainted, his hand did not let go.

After maintaining this state for a long time, by the time the operation was over, Madara's hand had become stiff, and it took the two medical ninjas to use a lot of force to break it open.

Even after the wrist was rescued, Kamui did not leave, still sitting there on his knees guarding Madara.

He sat there in a daze without eating or drinking, looking at the sleeping person from time to time.

Madara called his name and asked why, but Kamui still doesn't understand what this why is.

Is it simply because of the injury that the brain is unclear?

He looked at this man's bloodless face, and his confusion was eventually replaced by heartache again.

Kamui found it funny when he thought that he would feel sorry for others. He touched his heart and asked himself in a low voice in the silent tent, "You also have this day?"

Yes, I thought I was a cold-blooded and ruthless villain, but I never thought that one day I would be caught by someone.

I am afraid that this person will die, even if he is injured and bleeds, even if he is hurt because of it, I will feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Why doesn't anyone do this to me when I'm alive?"

No one hurts because of his pain, and feels distressed and uncomfortable because of his pain.

On the contrary, after arriving in this world, he experienced this feeling because of others who coexisted with all five senses.

People need to rely on feelings to prove that they are alive, the feeling of happiness, the feeling of sadness, the feeling of sourness, the feeling of sweetness, the feeling of itching, the feeling of pain...

The person under the quilt had no clothes on, and his entire upper body was almost covered with bandages. From a distance, he looked like a mummy.

The medical ninjas cured most of his injuries. The remaining ones could only be described as flesh wounds, not life-threatening. They would be fine in a few days with the help of applying medicine.

Kamui stared at Madara's chest. He knew that under the wrapped bandage, there was a piece of flesh that was different in color from other places. It was taken out from the scroll of sealed items he carried with him. It was the piece of flesh that he used as his own when he used it. Experiment, part of a large piece of meat bitten off from Hashirama's body when he wanted Hashirama's cells.

One piece was used on himself, and the rest was placed by Shenwei in this bottle filled with green nutrient solution.

At that time, I wasn't thinking about using it for Madara, but more about keeping it for a second experiment.

If you don't succeed the first time, you will either become food for the plant yourself, or there will be no response.

If there was no reaction, he would think about doing a second experiment. He couldn't catch Hashirama and bite him every time he did an experiment, right?

If he really did that, Hashirama would definitely think that he was lost.

As for why he gave it to Madara again, Kamui didn't even think about it. Maybe it was because of a twitch in his brain. At that moment, he made this "wrong" decision.

but……

Kamui smiled again and shook his head. He sighed and felt a little better.

"If it is for you, it will not be wasted. Madara and Hashirama's cells will be well integrated in your body. Maybe at a certain moment when you are about to die, you will be able to open the Sharingan. "

He obviously did not see the imitation stone tablet at Nanga Shrine that had been tampered with by Hei Zetsu. It was obvious that his favorite brother did not die, and his clan members did not betray him. He did not need to betray the village. Instead, he became the Hokage.

I haven’t experienced any bad things, I didn’t exert any effort, and yet I got everything so easily. What kind of script is this for a winner in life?

"I really envy you." Shenwei said sincerely.

At this moment, Kamui didn't even know whether what he was doing was for himself or for Uchiha Madara.

He stretched out his slender fingers to caress the sleeping man's face, his movements were very gentle.

A breath came out of his mouth, and he said it didn't matter, "The two of us are one, dependent on each other for life and death, and share weal and woe. We have agreed, so I don't mind if you take advantage of me."

Kamui's face turned red when he said this. Fortunately, there was no one else here, and no one would hear this.

He hesitated: "I didn't mean that, I meant..."

Halfway through the words, he weakly closed his mouth. Forget it, at this moment, Kamui felt that he was so stupid that he actually wanted to explain to a comatose person.

He smiled lowly, with helplessness written on his face, but rare tenderness in his eyes.

Only when no one was looking at him did he dare to take off the layers of masks and reveal his true self.

For example, even without the soul-piercing Uchiha Kamui, he was once a gentle person who valued relationships with others and longed for family, friendship and love.

Everything we said we didn’t want turned out to be out of reach in the end, and we just insisted on it because we couldn’t get it.

If the world hadn't been too cruel, if he hadn't been afraid of getting hurt, he wouldn't have wrapped himself in a shell.

He will definitely not wrap himself in a shell.