Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

"You bastard, I am an older sister in terms of age. I am an older sister. If you dare to pull my hair, Quan Nai, you are dead!"

"I told you that I will still grow taller. I am only nineteen years old and I will still grow taller. Take back the words "dwarf winter melon" or I won't let go!"

"Hahaha, you idiot, not only do you have no height, but you also don't have a brain. How can you take back what you said?"

"I do not care!"

"..."

Ashue had come in at some point. She looked Kamui up and down for a while, and after making sure that he was not physically injured as Izunai said in the afternoon, she happily sat down next to Kamui.

Shenwei just watched the two childish ghosts arguing and didn't notice Ashue coming until the other party sat down next to her.

Seeing Axue's kind smile, Kamui had mixed feelings for a moment, but Axue seemed to know what he was thinking, and gently patted the back of his hand on the low table, indicating that he didn't need to say anything.

She also looked at Izuna and Shigure, a smile emerged from the corner of her mouth, and she asked softly, "Then what are the two siblings arguing about?"

Kamui laughed in distress upon hearing this, and asked: "Is it true that we, Izuna, haven't grown taller?"

One sentence made Ashue know the reason. She sighed helplessly, "Although I am not as tall as you and Madara, I have grown a lot. The patriarch is tall and my wife is also tall. No matter how I look at it, Izuna will not be a short melon." of."

Dwarf winter melon…

Well, it turns out that Shigure had already used this adjective in the afternoon.

Shenwei looked at the two people arguing back and forth with difficulty, but still agreed with Axue's statement.

Yes, both parents are very tall, and their Izuna is only nineteen years old. Whether it is genetics or age, he is still growing.

Finally returning to the village from the battlefield, to the place where he was used to living after a long absence, the peace of mind and relaxation were incomparable to those outside. Even in the peaceful Songjiang City, Kamui did not relax so completely.

After dinner, we chatted with A-Xue for a while. The old man knew that they were tired from the journey, so he didn't hold them back and urged them to wash up early and go to bed early.

The hot water had been boiled as early as the afternoon, and during this period, Ashue came over to add more firewood, so that when I soaked it in the evening, it was still hot and the temperature was just right.

The hot water washed away the fatigue of running around and the mental burden. When I lay down on the quilt, my whole body became extremely relaxed.

Kamui rolled in the quilt and buried his face on the mattress.

This bedding is not the bed he slept on before. It probably wasn't dried in the sun before. If no one has used it, it will smell musty after so long. Now this bed is brand new. If you smell it carefully, it has been dried by the sun. Taste, and a hint of osmanthus aroma.

Asue is a woman. Women always like to collect flowers at home or in the wild, and then dry them and put them into cloth bags to use as sachets to make bedding or clothes smell good.

Kamui hugged the quilt and smiled, lazily talking to himself, "I'm back, I'm back alive again, and this time it's great too."

Before every mission or battlefield, Kamui is prepared to die. With this mentality, even if he encounters a major danger, he will feel less psychologically uncomfortable because he has anticipated it in advance.

Once he survives the danger, his mood will become better. In addition to the joy of surviving the disaster, he will also feel that he has earned something because of his previous determination to die.

Another life was earned.

Kamui was immersed in the joy of returning to Konoha. Lying on the soft quilt, the man who was completely relieved was soon captured by this "easy land" and fell into a deep dream.

It was definitely a good sleep, without any dreams, and then, it was heaven...

It was not bright, it was still dark. I slowly opened my sleepy eyes, and what I saw was indeed very dark.

Shenwei felt that he was being held by a pair of strong arms. It took him a while to react before he understood what was going on.

"Just came back?" The voice of the person who was woken up on this road had a special charm. It was hoarse and hoarse, as if someone had inadvertently plucked a string, vibrating and seducing people's ears and hearts.

"I took a shower when I got back and the water has turned cold."

Indeed, the originally warm bed has now become chilly because of someone.

"Who told you to come back so late? Axue has gone to bed long ago, and we have gone to bed too. Who do you expect to warm the water for you?"

Kamui turned over in Madara's arms in disgust, turning his back to him and staying as far away from him as possible. He was afraid of the cold, and even with the blessing of Hashirama's cells, he was still more afraid of the cold than the average person.

He came back so late because of work, but he was rejected. Madara felt a rare grievance.

Kamui moved to the side, and Madara followed closely behind him. No matter how hard Kamui tried, he still couldn't distance himself from this cold and sizzling popsicle.

The person behind him pressed tightly against him, hugging him tightly with his arms, as if he was a human-shaped stove.

"Despicable." Kamui complained half asleep.

Madara refused to admit it, "How could I?"

"cunning."

"Where does this begin?"

"hateful."

Madara sneered and admitted frankly, "I did want to do something hateful, but I saw you sleeping so soundly, so I gave up the idea. Even though I am so considerate of you, you still blame me, Kamui, this doesn't make sense, does it? "

Kamui grunted and dodged someone's attack, and most of his sleepiness dissipated at this time.

The coldness behind him was like his sleepiness. With the warmth of the quilt and the human-shaped stove, the coldness was gradually replaced by warmth.

He no longer resisted, and his curled limbs slowly stretched.

Only then does the brain start to work and start thinking.

Feeling the breath of the person behind him, Shenwei turned his face sharply.

Madara didn't expect that he would suddenly turn around. At that time, the two people were only a few centimeters apart, and the two pairs of eyes looked at each other unexpectedly.

"What, what's wrong?"

In the darkness, Madara's eyes were sparkling. After adapting to the darkness, Kamui was able to clearly see his face that was close at hand.

In fact, even if he couldn't see, even if Hashirama's cells didn't work, if one day his eyes were blinded due to too much use, he would still be able to see his face clearly in his mind.

His fingers subconsciously stretched out, and the fingertips brushed Madara's eyebrows, and followed the eyebrows downward. He closed his eyelids obediently, and let Kamui's fingertips slide across.

Kamui just stared at his face. When he was young, Madara Uchiha really had a very handsome face. It must be that not only him, but anyone who saw his face would forget such an outstanding appearance in their lifetime.

Madara's appearance is very heroic, the kind of tough good-looking that belongs to a man, but because his facial features are so outstanding and delicate, there is a touch of softness in this toughness.

The lingering fingers really made Madara unable to hold back any longer. After enduring it for a while, he weakly said: "It's very itchy, Kamui, as if there are bugs crawling on my face."