Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Madara touched his forehead, "No one else can remember it, not even myself. But Kamui, you remembered it and gave me such a good gift."

"Ah I……"

Divine power, if you have to say it, this is not a good gift, right?

However, if someone gives you a birthday cake on your birthday, oh no, in this world it should be red beans and rice.

If someone gives you a bowl of red beans and rice on your birthday...

Speaking of which, Kamui suddenly discovered that someone gave him red beans and rice to eat on his birthday. The first one was Hinata Asuka, and the second one was Uchiha...Madara.

He ate it on his real birthday, and he also ate it on Uchiha Kamui’s birthday...

Kamui's face looked a little strange for a moment. He raised his head to look at Madara, but Madara didn't notice anything unusual about him.

"It's delicious. It's as good as my mother's. I think it's very delicious."

The body that suddenly stiffened due to worry gradually relaxed. Madara's answer made Kamui have no time to study anything else. Just now, he was worried because he was afraid of exposing his identity. After receiving Madara's thanks, he suddenly became happy.

It is impossible for Madara to know his secret. Most people would not believe such an incredible thing.

Kamui comforted himself in this way and firmly believed in this.

It's always nice to be recognized for your craftsmanship, which reminded him of the first time he got a little red flower reward for a good eating baby in kindergarten when he was four years old.

He was as happy then as he is now.

"Is it true? It's really similar to what Aunt Lingluo did?" Kamui, who became happy, chased Madara and asked.

It's really alluring to have such bright eyes looking forward to his own divine power.

Madara rubbed his thin cheek with the back of his hand and nodded seriously.

"Well, it's very similar. Even the ratio of rice and glutinous rice can't be controlled well."

As soon as these words came out, both of them laughed.

Shenwei glanced at the bowl of red beans and rice and said with a smile: "Of course, I have been following Aunt Lingluo and Ashue in the kitchen since I was a child. I must have received the true inheritance."

Kamui said these words very naturally, and Uchiha Kamui's memory gradually became his memory. He said it so naturally, as if he had actually experienced it personally.

Madara lowered his eyes and looked at him. When he said these words, there was a moment of depth and confusion in Madara's eyes. Of course, Kamui did not see these.

Kamui was not Uchiha Kamui, and he couldn't remember what the red bean rice made by Uchiha Lingluo that Uchiha Kamui ate tasted like.

However, even if it was a lie, Madara gave a positive evaluation to the red bean rice he made for the first time, which still made him feel happy.

The light in the kitchen was dim, and the firewood in the stove still had some orange-red flames emitting residual heat.

The entire space, which was not too big, was filled with a warm orange-red color, which warmed Guiren's whole body, which was stained with coldness.

His hands were still on Kamui's shoulders. After the confusion gradually receded, Madara became happier.

He looked into Shenwei's eyes and said with great seriousness: "Shenwei, you know, this is the first time you remember my birthday and the first time you prepare a birthday gift for me."

Although Madara was stating the facts, considering the relationship between the two of them, such a normal statement of facts seemed to become an accusation.

Shenwei sniffed, a little embarrassed, but said the offensive words with confidence, "I was at war before. Who has time to celebrate your birthday, wouldn't you also celebrate it for me?"

Madara wanted to retort, "I obviously give it to you every year..."

Not only did he cook red beans and rice, but he would also buy him candy on that special day. Don't these things count?

But today, it was rare that Kamui thought about making red bean rice for him, so he shouldn't quarrel and ruin this warmth.

Madara flattened his mouth in compromise, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore, I want to eat my birthday gift."

Kamui didn't bother to pay attention to what he wanted to say just now. The red beans and rice were no longer so hot at this time. Kamui put the spoon into Madara's hand and dragged a stool over to sit on it.

"Just eat here, and you can wash the dishes after you're done."

"it is good."

Whatever he said was what he said, and Madara was not picky, so he sat down on a small stool next to Kamui.

The kitchen, where A-Xue was usually busy alone, did not feel crowded. Only after the two grown men sat down inside did they realize that this place was not much bigger than a rat hole.

"Have you not had dinner? Why not?" Kamui asked Madara.

Madara curled his lips, "The weather will get bad in the afternoon. I asked my assistant to go back early. He only has his elderly mother at home. It will be inconvenient if it snows."

Kamui laughed and teased him, "I didn't expect Hokage-sama to be so considerate."

Madara knew this was a joke, so naturally he would not obey him. He took a mouthful of red bean rice and passed the next mouthful directly to Kamui's lips. Kamui was not polite and would eat as long as Madara handed it to him.

Without even asking, Madara knew that Kamui hadn't eaten.

This bowl of red bean rice is quite large. Even if two people share it, they won't be completely full, but they won't feel hungry. This is enough.

The two people sat next to the stove and shared the same bowl of red beans and rice, just like the birthday boy and the birthday party in the real world sharing the same cake, loving and warm.

The wind outside the window gradually became stronger, and the whining northwest wind blew unbridled. The cold outside formed a sharp contrast with the warmth in the small kitchen.

Before midnight, the two of them finished a bowl of rice.

Madara was washing the dishes, and Kamui was sitting on the stool looking at his thin back.

It was just a bowl, and Madara washed it quickly. When he wiped the water stains on the bowl with a clean cloth, Kamui's voice came softly from behind.

"Happy birthday, Uchiha Madara."

My heart, which was already too happy, was once again immersed in honey because of this blessing. The pores all over my body felt nothing but sweetness.

Madara felt that the decision he made at that time was right. All his sins would be settled slowly in the Pure Land. In this life, he wanted to be warmed by the people behind him.

After leaving the kitchen, Madara did not go back to his residence in the other courtyard immediately, but took Kamui around to the nearby ancestral hall.

Of course Kamui knew what Madara wanted to do. On this day of his son's birthday, he needed to pay homage to his deceased mother. Ninjas were also human beings and they would do this as long as they remembered their birthday.

If Madara hadn't forgotten because of his busy schedule in the morning, he would have gone to worship as soon as he got up.

But he just forgot.

It's not yet midnight, so my gentle and loving mother won't mind if I go at the last hour of the day.

When passing by the room next to the ancestral hall, Kamui glanced subconsciously, and some things that he had almost forgotten became clear. His face turned red, and he held Madara's hand slightly tighter.

Madara felt the force and turned to look at Kamui. It was dark in the corridor without lights. He couldn't see clearly the expression on Kamui's face, but because he had walked through a place with shared beautiful memories, he knew Kamui's current thoughts very clearly.

"Hmph~" Madara laughed softly, and at the same time firmly held Kamui's hand back.

It was also dark inside the ancestral hall, and the howling north wind in the corridor outside sounded like a howling wolf. However, inside the ancestral hall, which was only separated by a door, it was solemn and silent. This contrast seemed to be two different worlds.

Madara stepped in first, but Kamui broke free from his hand at this moment.