Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

"What's wrong?" Madara was startled and turned back to look at Kamui.

Kamui stopped outside the door, he lowered his head slightly and even took a step back.

He smiled unnaturally and said repeatedly: "Next time, I'll come to see Aunt Lingluo next time. Today is special. You talk to her yourself. I won't disturb your mother and son's chat."

This is definitely a high-sounding reason, but it makes people unable to find anything wrong with it for a while.

"But, I want my mother to..." This is not something suitable to say in an ancestral hall.

Madara closed his mouth and stared at Kamui's face. In fact, in such a dark night, he could not clearly see the other person's facial features, but he could imagine in his heart what expression Kamui had on his face at this time.

This ancestral hall enshrines the ancestors of Uchiha Tajima's lineage. There are scattered tablets of Uchiha, and naturally there are also those of Uchiha Tajima.

Madara suddenly realized something, as if he understood something.

He did not force Kamui to come in, but after taking a deep look at him, he walked in alone.

Two lamps were slowly lit in the ancestral hall, separated by a door, Madara was inside and Kamui was outside.

The sky outside is really as black as ink, and the black clouds are pressing down, as if you can touch them with your head if you stand on tiptoes.

Kamui leaned against the wall and stared at the sky in boredom, but his mind was always attracted by Madara's looming voice in the ancestral hall.

Normally he could forget about the gap between the two of them, but when he came back here and came to this ancestral hall, he could only be forced to think of Uchiha Tajima and how the other party died.

Before the matter was exposed, I pretended that it didn't happen and immersed myself in this relationship, but what if the matter was exposed in the future?

If that day comes, it will definitely be either your death or my death, right?

Die again?

Kamui touched his heart. The fear of the car's tires running over his chest was still terrible when he thought about it. Kamui didn't want to experience it again.

If his spirit was not destroyed, under normal circumstances, he would not be willing to give up this life.

So……

Madara didn't stay in the ancestral hall for a long time. It wasn't that he didn't have anything to say to his mother, it was just that the words he wanted to express from the bottom of his heart were not suitable to be said in that kind of place.

It's not suitable to say it, so he simply doesn't say it. He firmly believes that mother and child are connected to each other, and even death cannot break it. What he wants to say in his heart, his mother in the pure land will definitely be able to hear and understand.

The two walked slowly on the corridor going back to the other courtyard. After coming out of the ancestral hall, Madara had a candle in his hand. The wick of the candle was shaking in the strong wind, and there was a possibility of being extinguished at any time, but it was very easy. Tenacity, no matter how it shines or fades, will always shine faintly again in the end.

The clouds became lower, and under the unbridled northwest wind, the first snowflake hit Shenwei's face.

The cool particles melted into water droplets the moment they landed on his face. Shenwei wiped them off with his fingertips and said softly: "It's snowing."

Madara also raised his arms and spread his palms, and snowflakes fell on his black-gloved palms.

Memories from a few years ago came to him through the mottled time. At that time, on the sixth day of the frost month, on the day he cooked red bean rice for Shenwei, it also snowed.

However, at that time, he was clearly filled with emotions and deep feelings, but he still pretended to be nonchalant.

And now, he has made a lifelong promise to the person next to him.

Looking at the fine snowflakes in his palm and feeling the people around him intertwined with his fingers, he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

"Next year," Madara said quietly, "I want to eat the red bean rice you cooked next year."

Although making red bean rice is very troublesome and boring, once you make it, you will never want to make it a second time, but after Madara said this, Kamui still felt a sense of pride from the bottom of his heart.

What does this mean?

This shows that he is indeed a gifted genius. He can succeed in something he has never made before, and it also makes the other party remember to continue eating it next year.

No matter how happy he was in his heart, he pretended to be calm on his face, turning his head arrogantly to look at the falling snowflakes in the sky.

He suppressed his laughter and murmured arrogantly, "You think so well, who knows what will happen next year, we'll talk about it then."

Madara didn't have to get a promise from Kamui. He knew Kamui's twisted personality better than anyone else.

Although Kamui said this, Madara knew that as long as there was no special event, Kamui would definitely cook him a bowl of red bean rice to celebrate his next birthday. He firmly believed that.

This night, the Uchiha clan leader's residence was both quiet and noisy.

Some people push their limits and are not satisfied with the gift of red beans and rice, but also have other ideas.

Shenwei had been pestered by him for a long time, and could only raise his hands in surrender, and asked him in distress what he wanted to do.

Madara once again showed his evil and arrogant smile after a long absence. In the dim light, the scarlet eternal Mangekyō Sharingan showed an irresistible pressure.

He whispered in Kamui's ear: "Do you still remember the moon-white kimono you bought on Saionji Street a few years ago?"

Xiyuan Temple Street?

Oh, now it has been renamed Tanshu Street by Hashirama, just for his love with Mito.

Oh, he really made me cry to death.

On the other hand, he and Uchiha Madara...

Looking at the man in front of him who was looking at him with burning eyes, Kamui couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. The time he and Uchiha had been together was not short, and it seemed that nothing romantic had ever happened.

Tsk~ Kamui, who came back to his senses, avoided Madara's sight angrily. Once a man associates love and romance, he always feels weird, and he doesn't want to become a weirdo.

"W-what did you just say about kimono?"

"The moon-white kimono we customized for our future 'wife' at Saionji Street."

Regarding that moon-white kimono...the dusty memory was slowly wiped clean to reveal its original color, and Kamui's eyes slowly widened as the memory revived.

Knowing that he remembered it, Madara smiled even more boldly, "I wore it when you asked me to, so now, I have a proposal, I believe you won't have any objection, right?"

Of course Kamui knew what he was referring to. He pushed the people around him, showing Kamui a rare sign of weakness.

"I have objections!"

"The objection is invalid," Madara held down his wrist, "I am the Hokage, I have the final say."

Unwrap a "gift" from the ribbon, and then open the exquisite "wrapping paper" layer by layer. Even if it is something you have seen several times in the past, what is finally presented to you will be changed because of this interesting process. become different.

After living for more than twenty years, this is the happiest and happiest birthday Uchiha Madara has ever had.

He ate red beans and rice, opened his own exclusive gift, and took the test as he wished. He also heard the most melodious "birthday chant" accompanied by the whistling northwest wind.

How can you still celebrate your birthday like this?

The night passed without sleep. Looking at the tired people beside him who had fallen asleep, he had already begun to look forward to the coming year.

Next year’s birthday will definitely be great too.

Hum~ Uchiha Madara, it’s a really happy birthday, right?

He said to himself in his mind.