Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Jealousy, resentment, and failure to love, these negative emotions accumulated for a long time, and finally burst out completely when his will was weakest, after meeting Madara Uchiha.

"Hey, Madara,"

Tobirama called Madara from where he was. Madara couldn't help but startled when he heard his tone suddenly become brisk and turned around.

He looked at Tobirama and saw him standing up straight, leaning against the wall, smiling at him with a rare bright smile.

This smile is actually a bit weird. Just describing it as bright is not accurate enough. It seems that there are other complex emotions contained in it.

Madara stopped and looked at Tobirama with a frown, showing a trace of confusion and confusion.

Tobirama held the wall and walked step by step towards the corner at the end of the corridor. The sunlight shone through the gap in the lattice window on one side, and the warm yellow light shone on Uchiha Madara's body. The dust in the air floated silently. , there seems to be a miniature universe in a pillar of light.

Uchiha Madara turned around and looked at the strange Tobirama. He said nothing and frowned slightly, as if he had merged with the miniature universe.

Senju Tobirama, who has always been strong and energetic, appeared in such a state in front of Madara for the first time, as if he could knock him to the ground with just a light poke from a finger.

He walked towards Madara with a smile, his smile was weird and not frank, but his malicious intentions were not covered up at all, just exposed in front of his eyes.

Madara's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he said displeasedly: "What do you want to do?"

After not eating much and being unable to sleep for several days, Tobirama now looked sickly and haggard.

He finally walked to Madara while holding on to the wall. He moved a little closer, but his tall body still felt oppressive. If it were anyone else, he might have been oppressed by this pressure and had trouble breathing, but Madara wouldn't. He just couldn't figure it out. What does Tobirama want to do?

Now, he only frowned at this guy with a weird smile, neither dodging nor scolding, trying to see what he was going to do.

Tobirama was holding on to the wall with one hand, his head lowered slightly, his long and narrow bright crimson eyes staring at Madara like fire. Suddenly, he raised his other hand and pinched Madara's chin.

Tobirama's sudden movement startled Madara, and he instinctively grabbed Tobirama's wrist, his expression and tone becoming serious and angry.

"Hey, Senju Tobirama, what are you going to do?"

Tobirama just lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the face that was forcefully pinched by him. He looked left and right and examined it. After a long time, he smiled with one corner of his mouth, and then loosened his fingers very suddenly.

He loosened his fingers, and Madara also released his hand holding Tobirama's wrist. Although Madara didn't know why Tobirama suddenly acted like this, in Madara's eyes, it was very offensive. Even Hashirama had never been so frivolously offensive. he.

At this time, Madara's expression could no longer be described as ugly. He stared at Tobirama with a sullen expression, and scolded in a deep voice: "If you dare to do this to me again, I will break your wrist."

Tobirama was not afraid of such threats. Not only was he not afraid, he even sneered, very presumptuously.

Tobirama moved closer again, so close that he and Madara were almost face to face. Madara could clearly see his disgusted and displeased face through his crimson pupils.

Obviously there was no one else in this mansion except the two of them, but Tobirama still deliberately lowered his voice.

He smiled weirdly and asked coaxingly, "Do you want to see him?"

The frowned brows suddenly relaxed in shock at Tobirama's words, and Madara looked at the face so close to him in surprise.

Tobirama moved his neck and tilted his head slightly. This action was what Kamui liked to do. Every time Kamui pretended to be innocent, he liked to tilt his head, or talk, or... just look at him intently. you.

His throat rolled, and Madara blinked a few times involuntarily. He was a little unsure of what Tobirama meant.

He looked at Tobirama, and there were a few thin strands of silver hair hanging down by his face. At such a close distance, the temptation in his crimson eyes was even stronger.

"Tobirama you..." Madara was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his back. He frowned again. This time, he felt that he had been seriously insulted.

"You are you, he is him," Madara shook his head and murmured, "I think you are crazy."

Tobirama sneered and slowly backed away, leaning his back heavily against the wall.

He grinned, completely ignoring Madara's words, and said stubbornly: "Answer, do you want to?"

The hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched into fists. After the shock, Madara's face slowly turned cold, and he was so gloomy that he could drip water.

"Tobirama," he growled, "this kind of joke is not funny at all. I don't allow you to joke about this kind of thing. If you continue to do this, I will definitely beat you even if Hashirama is here. "

"Hey~" Tobirama spat disdainfully, "Stop making excuses about my eldest brother. If you don't want to meet him, forget it. I will meet him here alone."

Finally, as if he was afraid that Madara wouldn't believe it, he smiled and added: "You know, I know a lot of techniques that you can't even think of. Madara, I can make him come out to meet me."

How tempting is it for Madara to come out to meet each other?

At this time, Madara suddenly realized that he seemed to have misunderstood. It seemed that it was not what he thought. Tobirama seemed to have other ways.

Madara opened his mouth, but because of his wrong guess just now, he was speechless for a while.

He really, really wanted to see Shenwei. He still had too many questions that he didn't get answered. He had too many questions that he wanted to ask the other person in person.

Ask him why he left himself alone in this world instead of killing him, ask him about the origin of the reincarnation eyes in his eyes, and ask him if he has really liked himself for so long.

Look, as tough as he is and as cold-blooded as he is, at this point, he only cares about the most personal issues.

On the surface, he is a conscientious person who dedicates himself to the village. He is a person whose abilities are comparable to gods and Buddhas and is called Shura in the shinobi world. But privately, he is just an ordinary person. He is worried about small loves and small problems, and is troubled by some small things. Troubled by knots of heart.

Tobirama held his hands in front of his chest and raised his chin to look at Madara. He saw that Madara's face gradually turned from gloomy to tense. He saw that Madara's mouth was dry and he wanted to swallow because of the entanglement of the battle between heaven and man in his skull. What.

Years of research on the human body allowed him to accurately grasp Madara's mood at the moment.

He chuckled lightly, feeling relieved that he was in control of the overall situation.

"Give you a choice..."

"In what way?"

"Huh?" Tobirama raised an eyebrow.

Madara took half a step towards him and repeated, "I ask you how to get Kamui to come out to see me?"

Tobirama stopped smiling and his eyes darkened. After staring at Madara's handsome but lifeless face for a while, he rolled his eyes in disgust, and then said unwillingly: "If I let you become him, Do you want to?"