[Hokage] Long Night Shimmer

It is now winter in the Land of Fire. Although there is no howling wind, the temperature at night can still make people feel a little chilly.

Mao Uchiha wrapped his thick coat tightly, and sat on the porch bored, looking up at the dark night.A round of bright moon hangs in the sky, especially dazzling in the middle of the night. The hazy moonlight falls on the world, illuminating the world.

"It's so late, why don't you go to sleep?"

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, Mao followed the sound, and found that it was Madara walking in the corridor, with his hands in his sleeves, walking towards himself calmly.

She looked away and lowered her head to look at her bare feet. Even though the toes were red from the cold, Mao had no intention of going back to the house.

"Can't sleep, it's cold."

Madara found the other party's red toes following her gaze, and he frowned unhappily, and laughed angrily when he heard her say this: "I don't think you seem to be cold like this."

Still staying outside in the cold, Madara couldn't figure out whether this person really couldn't sleep or didn't want to sleep at all.

Mao pursed his lips, shyly hid his feet in his clothes, and tried to change the subject: "Is your injury better, just come out and walk?"

"It's not a serious injury, and it won't last that long." Madara leaned on the pillar beside her, her expression unmoved, "Don't change the subject, you can either go to sleep now or put on the foot bag before coming out, just right I can't fall asleep either, so I can sleep with you."

Mao closed his eyes half-closed, walked slowly back to the house, and stood in front of him again after a while, only wrapped more tightly than before.

Madara couldn't laugh or cry, this person is more afraid of the cold than he imagined, after all, he is a fire attribute Uchiha, so why is he so afraid of the cold?He was very helpless, got up and left for a while, and came back with the wine bottle and cup.

"Drink some, the temperature is not high, at least it will warm you up."

He warmed a glass of sake and handed it to Mao, who was willing to show his pale fingers from under his coat, took it carefully and put it to his lips, and took a sip.

The wine is sweet and refreshing, with a strong aroma and a light rice fragrance, which gave her an excellent taste experience when drinking for the first time.

Mao let out a long sigh of relief, perhaps because his stomach warmed up, and the chatterbox naturally opened up.

"Madara..." the woman murmured like a cat while holding the cup, "The wood escape among the thousand-hand pillars... have you thought about how to deal with it?"

Ban glanced at her silently, and said lightly: "Let's see what he does. After the last battle, I have a little understanding of his new ninjutsu."

"........."

Mao was silent for a moment, and said: "This is just the beginning, when his ninjutsu matures, if we can't come up with the power to match it, the future situation will be even more unfavorable to us..."

"I know."

Madara turned her head away as if avoiding, and repeated: "I know everything, so don't worry."

Seeing this, she couldn't say anything more, she was so proud that she would not allow herself to intervene in the grievances between him and Qianshouzhu.

Mao touched her eyes with one hand, remained silent for a while, just mechanically drank in silence, the glass drained after a while, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, but her eyes were amazingly bright.

Madara poured another glass for her in silence, Mao stared at the wine pouring out slowly, and suddenly said with a smile: "Madara, do you know Kaleidoscope Sharingan?"

Madara's hand that poured the wine suddenly trembled, and the wine spilled directly along the rim of the glass onto the opponent's hand.

He spat secretly and put the wine bottle away, and hurriedly found a towel to help her wipe it. As soon as he held the wet hand, he realized that his behavior was inappropriate, and he only sighed that he had become confused after drinking.

It's not right to stop now, and it's not right to continue wiping, which makes him very embarrassed.

Madara raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and found that the other person's eyes were slightly downcast, looking straight at their clasped hands but out of focus, he suddenly realized that this person was so drunk, he couldn't laugh or cry.

How bad is her capacity to drink before she can get drunk after drinking a glass, and it's still a low-alcohol sake.

Really...

Madara shook his head, resigned himself to his fate and continued to wipe her hands, thinking of what Mao said before, his heart moved slightly, and he asked tentatively: "Mao, where did you know about Kaleidoscope Sharingan?"

To be precise, Uchiha, a foreign branch of Mao, should not have access to such secrets, so where did she know about it?

Although his father also said that her origin is unknown, after all these years, he can still see how sincere the other party is to Uchiha.

Mao raised half of his face buried in the coat, and tilted his head dully, as if he was thinking about something.

"Well...can't say."

"Why can't you tell?"

"Because it's a secret."

secret?

Madara raised his eyebrows, luring the drunken man to confide in his heart: "Even I can't tell?"

Mao frowned tightly, as if making some extremely difficult decision, after a long time she whispered: "It's not impossible, Madara is different, so it's okay to tell you."

Different?What's different?

His heart skipped a beat, but there was no emotion in the eyes of the person opposite him, which only made him feel more uneasy and doubtful.

The man came to his side, put one hand on the ground and the other to cover his lips, and slowly approached his ear.

Madara felt that his heart was beating like a drum, and he should keep a distance from her, but his thirst for knowledge made him unable to listen carefully to what the other party wanted to say.

"actually, I..."

He only heard the woman's voice as thin as a mosquito, and the warm breath sprayed around his neck, which made him feel hot.But before she finished speaking, Madara felt a heavy weight on her shoulders in the next second, and the man fell directly on top of him and fell asleep.

spot:"........."

In an instant, all the charming atmosphere disappeared into thin air.

Madara closed her eyes, sighed heavily, picked up the person who was about to wrap herself into a ball, got up and walked towards her room.

He suddenly realized that the person in his arms was surprisingly light. Looking at the thin figure, he didn't know where he usually ate. Maybe it was because he became taller, so he felt that the other person was so petite.

Unknowingly, he also grew from a boy who would explode at every turn into a fairly qualified man.

It was the first time for Madara to enter her bedroom. In the past, she just stood outside the house and looked around. To be honest, the layout of Mao's bedroom is really not what a woman's room should be. It is simple and monotonous, and even lives with her. It's the same as it was before you came in.

He took out the quilt from the closet and spread it on the tatami, took off Mao's layered coat and folded it aside, then took a deep breath and stuffed him into the quilt, covered the quilt, turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, he seemed to have kicked something like a hard iron sheet under his feet. It probably fell out of the cabinet just now. He looked down and found it was a forehead guard-shaped item.

Madara picked it up and saw that there was an abstract pattern resembling leaves engraved on the forehead. He didn't have the impression of this pattern in his mind. He just thought it was a forehead protector that Mao bought at random, and put it in her house. on the table.

The moment before closing the door, he looked at the sleeping person under the quilt through the crack of the door, his face was distorted by her wanton sleeping position.The corners of Madara's lips curled up slightly, and her mood suddenly became much more relaxed.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight was like water, and there were a few birdsong faintly resounding in the bushes.

Walking alone on the quiet corridor, listening to the gentle evening breeze, my heart can't help but slowly settle down.

Madara cleaned up the rest of the mess, drank the rest of the wine in the glass, leaned on the pillar with folded hands, and casually looked sideways at the full moon in the sky, which was beyond reach.

"Kaleidoscopic Sharingan...?"

The long ending sound gradually became lower and lower, and then dissipated in the rustling wind.

What secrets are you hiding...

Mao Uchiha.

The author has something to say:

Mao: It’s not that I don’t tell you, it’s force majeure that prevents me from speaking.