Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Chimera smiled strangely. She looked at the lizard in her hand and asked it: "If he sees me and knows the truth, will he collapse?"

Glancing with an angry look, she was a little dissatisfied: "Why don't you answer?"

Chimera felt relieved again when she thought that the other person was an animal. She muttered to herself, "In what capacity should I go to see him?"

"It's better to meet him in his familiar identity, isn't it more interesting?"

The crazy Chimera was imagining the long-awaited reunion with her prey, when the divine power over there suddenly sneezed.

At this time, he was teaching ninjutsu with two students in an open space by the sea.

If a ninja wants to maximize the power of the ninjutsu he casts, in addition to the speed of seal formation and the amount of his own chakra, how to quickly and smoothly mobilize all the chakra in the meridians is also a knowledge point that needs to be mastered.

It is actually unrealistic to expect the two children to exert such violent power. It can only be said to maximize the power of the ninjutsu as much as possible.

Kamui wanted to teach everything he had learned over the years, wishing that the two children could learn it in a few days. Madara once said that he was trying to encourage others, but Kamui didn't want them to die on the way back from the mission. Like Uchiha Daie.

The earlier they master some abilities, the more useful they will be.

During this period, apart from eating and sleeping, Shenwei spent all his time teaching students.

The two children suffered terribly from his intense training, but they never complained.

The two teenagers competed with each other to grow up. In just over a month, they gained more than they had in the past year.

"Let's make progress together and become the best ninja in Uchiha and even Konoha, okay?" Uchiha Shi looked at the leisurely floating clouds in the sky and asked Uchiha Tokikawa, who was also a brother and friend next to him.

Uchiha Tokikawa didn't even have the energy to nod, so he hummed in agreement.

The young man who was too tired to crawl just lay casually on the open space by the seaside. Next to them was Kamui, who was leaning on a stone and holding a hay stick in his mouth.

The withered yellow grass is swaying in the autumn wind, and the depression has a little more vitality because of the energetic young people.

Uchiha Shi was very happy. He continued to talk to himself: "We have always been together, studied with the teacher together, protected the tribe and Konoha together, always together, always together..."

To be together all the time is really a beautiful wish. Such a wish is really like a luxury wish in this turbulent and war-torn era.

Kamui squinted his eyes to look at the calm sea. He was thinking that now he should have the ability to protect important people, even if this is a battlefield.

That night, Kamui had a dream. In the dream, someone asked him, do you think a person will always be lucky?

He couldn't see the person's appearance clearly and insisted on answering the other person's question. When he opened his mouth to answer, he found that he didn't know the answer.

The answer was nothing more than yes or no, but Kamui struggled with it in his dream for a long time. Until the people around him discovered his abnormality and woke him up from his sleep, he did not say the answer.

In the dim candlelight, Uchiha Madara stood up with his arms to wake him up. Kamui suddenly opened his eyes after feeling the pull of external force.

His dark eyes stared at the low roof of the tent, and Madara's deep voice sounded in his ears.

"Did you have a nightmare?" he asked.

Kamui slowly turned his head to look at the man who was looking at him with concern. The weak candlelight suddenly illuminated his face. Big beads of sweat slipped from his temples and disappeared into his long black hair.

I sweated so much that my underwear and hair got wet, and the moisture stuck to my body, which was very uncomfortable.

Kamui swallowed dryly and nodded blankly, but then shook his head again.

"I'm sweating a lot," Madara sighed, stretched out his hand to wipe him, and smiled: "What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head?"

Shenwei closed his eyes, and the outline of the person in the dream still vaguely appeared in his mind, as if he was in the mist, and he could not see clearly. No matter how blurry it was, he felt that the figure was very familiar.

He couldn't find the answer to the question he couldn't answer in his dream. Now that he was awake, he still couldn't find the answer.

The watery eyes opened, and Shenwei looked at Madara steadily. At this time, the two people's eyes collided, and Madara laughed softly, "I haven't sweated in my dreams for a long time, so, what did you do?" What dream?"

Kamui lowered his eyes, "Why don't I remember that I sweated in dreams before?"

"When you first came back from Hinata, you would..." His smile faltered, and after Madara realized there was something wrong with what he said, he closed his mouth angrily.

Raising his lowered eyes, Kamui looked at Madara with no expression. He didn't need to ask any more questions, he just looked at this person indifferently, and this person would keep silent.

"Do you still remember that when I came back from the battlefield, I went to your room to look for you without even changing my clothes?"

His eyes moved. Kamui actually couldn't remember clearly. He couldn't remember which time Madara was talking about. During that time, their Uchiha and Senju wars were quite frequent.

"I saw your kimono was taken off, and your back was exposed with criss-crossing scars."

"It was that time..."

"I felt very distressed. I just felt distressed at that time. I didn't have any other thoughts. I wanted to stay by your side, but you wouldn't let me go, so I..."

Kamui became alert, "What did you do?"

Madara smiled sheepishly, "I will sneak over to stay with you after you fall asleep. I will sit next to you and watch over you, and then..."

Kamui couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in. When he thought of someone sitting quietly next to him while he was sleeping soundly, he felt a chill on his back.

What kind of perverted behavior is this?

Madara stopped smiling, and there was a hint of pain in his eyes, "During that time, you slept very deeply but always had nightmares. You sweat a lot in your dreams, and the sweat would wet your clothes and your hair. "

"..."

"Even if you do this, you won't wake up. I will wonder if you didn't sleep well there. Otherwise, why would you sleep so deeply when you come back?"

He gently played with the powerful Princess Kir with his fingers and pushed aside the hair that was stuck to his cheeks due to sweat.

The bitterness in his eyes entered Kamui's pupils bit by bit, and Madara smiled bitterly, "I later realized that my guess at the time was right."

Kamui didn't know this, Madara had never told him.

He didn't know that he always sweated when he had nightmares, nor did he know that when he was wet with sweat, someone would help him dry it bit by bit with a sweat-absorbent hand towel.

"What dream did you have now? Are you afraid of something?"

"I……"

Kamui thought this dream was a bit strange. If he told Madara such a strange dream, would he laugh?

Being sweaty because you can't answer a question in your dream is like a joke, right?

But he cares about this issue very much.