Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Not long after they returned to the tent, Izuna had hot water brought to him. Kamui was as dirty as a beggar and needed a hot bath to wash away the blood on his body.

The tent is not big, and after putting down two sleeping bags, there is not much space left.

Shenwei was so distracted that he didn't know what to think. He turned his back and naturally removed the tattered robes that were burned by the fire of the spirit of speech. His originally smooth limbs were now covered with scattered blackened runes. The blood had crusted over, and it was ugly and terrifying.

Madara stood nearby and looked at him. In the past, there were only scars on his back, but now, they are almost all over his body.

Every scar told him repeatedly that Kamui had suffered so much because of his incompetence.

When he really likes someone, even if the other person is just pricked by a needle, he will naturally want to blame it on his own lack of protection, even if that is not the case.

Looking at these scars, Madara's breathing quickened a few times. He closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at them anymore, so he turned away.

Kamui noticed something abnormal about Madara. He only wondered for a few seconds before he immediately understood the other person's mood.

Lifting his legs and stepping into a bucket filled with hot water, his whole body was submerged in the warm water. The fatigue and pain hit him instantly and then slowly faded away, just like the waves hitting the beach.

With my back leaning against the smooth wall of the tub and my head tilted back, this kind of full-body comfort seemed unreal.

"Let Harumi help you treat it tomorrow. Harumi's medical ninjutsu has been passed down by the shakuhachi. These injuries are all new. You can quickly restore it to its previous appearance."

Kamui looked down at his body. Whether it was exposed or soaked in water, especially his limbs, they were covered with horrific scars.

He laughed twice and said in a very soft voice, "These scars are nothing. They are covered by clothes and no one can see them. Besides, I am a man and not a woman. I don't care about these scars, even if they are injured." There's nothing uncomfortable on my face." His eyes suddenly raised and looked at the back of Madara's head, and his speaking speed slowed down, "Let's just say..."

Kamui suddenly became silent. After waiting for a while, without waiting for Kamui's next words, Madara had no choice but to turn his body around. When he turned around, he was faced with Kamui's evil smile.

Madara pursed his lips, knowing that Kamui was deliberately silent so that he could turn around, and he was indeed sure that he wanted to hear him continue.

Seeing that Madara was finally willing to turn around, Kamui raised one corner of his mouth and smiled frivolously. His back left the inner wall of the tub, and he suddenly raised his upper body and leaned towards Madara's direction.

His arms were folded casually on the edge of the bucket, and his chin rested gently on his folded arms.

Two people, one was soaking in the tub, and the other was standing outside the tub dressed neatly. When their eyes met, Kamui's peach-blossom eyes finally had a hint of the past look compared to just now.

His eyes were soft and sticky, with a hint of teasing and playfulness. Even though the word cute was a bit strange to use to describe an adult man, Madara still wanted to use it to describe Kamui.

Kamui tilted his head and looked at Madara with his eyes slightly upward. With just this faint glance, Madara suddenly felt that it became difficult to breathe.

He said: "Or do you care?"

A person who is extremely tired physically and mentally, even if faced with strong teasing, is still unable to do so. What's more, Madara knows that Kamui is not someone who likes teasing others.

Every time Kamui shows such a frivolous and provocative look, people who don't know him would think he is trying to seduce. However, only Madara knows that this is the most dangerous time. If he says something wrong, it is very likely that the sensitive Kamui will be disturbed. "Injuried".

Using the most unorthodox methods to relax the other party's guard in order to get a sincere answer is Kamui's usual method.

The restless heart gradually calmed down. Madara looked at Kamui. The two looked at each other for a long time. Sure enough, Kamui's smile and frivolity could no longer be maintained. With each other's silence, they collapsed and shattered bit by bit.

He looked up coldly at Madara Uchiha standing in front of him, his eyes becoming sharp and dangerous.

"If this face also has burn scars, if this face no longer looks like this, then you..." Kamui suddenly couldn't continue, and Uchiha Kamui's crying face suddenly flashed in his mind.

Kamui in memory said: "No, he likes you."

He likes you.

It was as if someone had played a loudspeaker in Kamui's ears, and he heard it over and over again.

But, is this really the case?

Kamui stared at Madara's handsome but tired face, biting the inner wall of his mouth, afraid that he would accidentally ask the question in his mind.

He could neither bear the risk of the time traveler's identity being exposed, nor could he accept Madara's change of heart after learning the truth.

No matter which one it is, judging from the fact that he urgently needs his sweetheart to comfort him and help him through the period after the evolution of his pupil power, when his body and mind are sensitive and easy to lose control, he does not want to break up and reach the point of no return.

The sharpness and danger in his eyes were gradually replaced by a trace of grievance that he was unaware of. The corners of his mouth that were unconsciously pressed down made him look stubborn and pitiful.

Madara let out a long sigh and took a step forward with his long legs. He stretched out his hand and hugged the head of the person submerged in the water, letting him lean quietly on his waist.

"I was just thinking about how much pain you must have had," he said.

"...!"

Kamui was stunned, his beautiful eyes wide open.

His face was buried in Madara's waist, and all he could see in his eyes was the black shirt on Madara's body.

On the back of his head, Madara's big hand stroked and comforted him again and again. Madara's body temperature slowly passed through the fabric of his clothes, baking Kamui's face.

This man hugged him like an elder, comforted him gently, and gently brushed away his fear, sensitivity and anxiety with his big black-gloved hand.

There was no lust, no physical desire, just pure comfort to him.

Kamui buried his face in his body, and his voice came out muffled, "Uchiha Madara, if you do this... I won't be willing to let you go."

"Well," Madara smiled faintly, "Didn't we agree to be together forever?"

Yes, they cursed each other and would never leave each other. Otherwise, even if they searched the entire ninja world and chased each other to the ends of the earth, they would kill each other.

The bath washed away most of Kamui's fatigue and pain. After being dried and stuffed into a quilt, his muscles and bones were relaxed and wrapped in a warm quilt. Kamui was so happy that he wanted to cry.

They say that when you are very hungry, the bark of the trees smells fragrant, and now he can finally feel this feeling.

There is no harm without comparison. Compared with those ambitions and ambitions, being wrapped in a quilt like a salted fish is simply the bliss of life.

After the bathtub was removed, Madara opened his sleeping bag and lay down next to Kamui.

He was worried about Kamui all the time, and was always fighting with the few high-level officials he caught. In the past three days, Kamui didn't eat or drink inside Yi Yanshu, and Madara did the same outside.

When something is on your mind, you won't feel thirsty or hungry. Only when the matter is resolved will your body's needs be restored.