[Naruto] The big battle to transform the image of the patriarch

Mana likes the corridor connected to the courtyard very much, and sometimes she even sits in the corridor for office work.Uchiha's garden is not as carefully designed and full of Zen as ordinary big households, but only a clean grassland, plus a few ancient trees with a long history.The most interesting thing is the pond, which communicates with the spring water in the mountain and is cleverly accumulated in the garden; this is to facilitate the practice of fire escape and chakra control.There are also targets for practicing shuriken in the garden.

Not a very interesting view.Mana likes to sit here only because the other two people in the family often practice and fight in the courtyard, and staying here is much better than sitting alone in a quiet room.

She even hung a sunny doll in the hallway, and later hung a string of wind chimes next to it.

Now Madara is sitting under this sunny doll and wind chimes.

Jingle Bell--

His ears moved imperceptibly.

"So what?" he asked seemingly calmly.

Mana stood outside the corridor, facing him with a thoughtful expression.

In this life, she grew up practicing knives since she was a child, and she has very precise control over her body, so she doesn't have to worry about the tragedy of the patriarch's eyebrows being repaired.There was only one thing that bothered her.

Consider how eyebrow trimming works.

"Master Patriarch," she twisted the knife in her hand with a tangled expression, "Why don't you give me an illusion first?"

Madara was stunned by what she said out of the sky.

"I don't feel at ease when I think that I will use a knife to slash the important Sharingan of Uchiha's patriarch..." she said sadly.

"..."

"No, no, no, no, no..." She said to herself, "Sure enough, I should use illusion to make a hint first?! Similar to 'If Uchiha Mana has the idea of ​​attacking Uchiha Madara, the illusion will be activated immediately'" ..."

"What are you talking about, let's start quickly." Madara rubbed his temples.

"...?"

She blinked.

"So, no need." He looked at her, "I believe you."

Believe in you, so even if you put the most precious and fragile eyes under your knife, you will not have the slightest worry.

The air in the corridor became subtle.

"...The subordinates will definitely not disappoint the trust of the patriarch!" Mana puffed her chest and raised her head in salute, promising with high eyebrows.

"Yeah." He responded simply.

"Then I'll start."

When Mana said that, her expression became serious.She held the knife in one hand and moved closer to Madara's eyebrows, and stretched out the other hand to gently hold his cheek, leaning forward to get close to his face.

Her face was enlarged in front of him, and the temperature of her hands was approaching him.

...! !

He couldn't help opening his eyes.

"Hello!" Madara called her subconsciously, leaning back unconsciously, "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Mana looked at him strangely - her hands stopped in mid-air.

"I said," he forced himself to look at him calmly, his eyes were almost vicious, "why are you so close?"

There is still a hand stretched out... What do you want? !

"Ah?" Mana opened her eyes innocently, "But it's too far away, I'm afraid it will be damaged."

His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

"...Let me say, Brother Madara," Mana suddenly thought, "Are you shy...?"

"No." He said quickly, with a very calm expression, "You think too much."

"Oh," Mana didn't refute, but just smiled slightly, "Then don't fall backwards."

"..."

He silently returned to the posture of sitting upright.

Sitting upright in a particularly special standard.

Mana could barely hold back her burst of laughter, so much so that it took a few seconds for her to take a few deep breaths to maintain her composure.

Her hand finally touched his cheek.

He wasn't sure if he shuddered at that moment.

If he'd asked that question, Mana would probably have told him that he wasn't—he was just stiff, tighter than a fully drawn bowstring.

"Don't move, Big Brother Madara." The girl's voice was thin and soothing.

She was standing under the hallway, just about the same height as Madara was sitting in the hallway.She held his face in one hand and concentrated on her work.

"Does it hurt? If it hurts, you must tell me." She said.

Her face was so close for the first time.Those big, familiar eyes looked closer, only to find that they were not completely black, but dark brown, and they looked extraordinarily bright because of concentration at this moment; the skin was fair and lustrous, even years of wind and sun did not wear away the color. Brilliant; her lips were slightly pursed, revealing a cherry blossom-like pink.

He could feel her slightly moist breath.

The brow bone is a little itchy.A few hairs that Mana shaved fell on his eyelashes.

He blinked involuntarily.

The long eyelashes moved slightly, attracting Mana's attention.

"What's wrong?" She stopped the movement of her hands, her gaze sank, "Did it fall into the eyes?"

she asked somewhat worriedly.

No.

"It seems to be." He said without changing his face, but he didn't even know why he gave such a vague answer.

Kind of weird... he thought.

"Let me take a look." Mana immediately put down the knife, gently pressed the corner of his eyes with her thumb, and moved closer to see it more clearly.

She carefully looked at it several times before she said uncertainly, "It seems... not?"

"Well, I don't feel it now," he said.

Mana hesitated for a moment.

"Oh, all right," she said.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and in a blink of an eye he was surprised that he was so nervous.

... Are there enemies around? !

impossible.No one dares to spy on Uchiha Madara's place.

"Brother Madara," Mana resumed her hand movements, "otherwise you should close your eyes."

"..."

He didn't answer, but closed his eyes obediently.

The world is not plunged into darkness.The sun just happened to slant down, and even if you close your eyes, you can feel a golden light beating on the eyelids, with a scorching temperature.The connection between vision and the world is actively cut off, and other connections become clearer: layers of forests are endless, and the valley wind shuttles freely among the dense branches and leaves, bringing out rustling sounds one after another; The ground washes against the smooth rocks; the birds flutter their wings in the air; the summer insects sing endlessly...

There are also wind chimes above the head, jingle jingle, shaking non-stop.

And the subtle breathing of the two of them.

"...Okay!" Mana withdrew her hands in satisfaction, looking at her own achievements.

As I said before, Madara's eyebrows are neat, but they are too sharp.Therefore, Mana simply lowered the height of the eyebrows, and modified the tails of the eyebrows to dilute the sharpness.In this way, his eyebrows are still masculine, but they no longer look aggressive, but more open and grand.

Mana looked more and more satisfied.

"Water Escape·Water Mirror!"

wow-

A small mirror made of water appeared in front of Madara.

"You can escape with water?" Madara looked at the water mirror in surprise.

"I also discovered that my chakra has a little water attribute by accident," Mana said proudly, "Although it's only a little bit, sometimes it's very convenient to have a small water polo."

"Wait," Madara thought intently, "Water mirror is the technique of Token, right?! And I remember that water mirror is obviously used for..."

Create a clone that is exactly the same as the enemy, and can use exactly the same ninjutsu as the opponent.

"Don't worry about these details, Madara-san!" Mana said dissatisfiedly, "Oh, hurry up and see my results!"

Madara glared at her before looking at himself reflected in the water mirror.

"Hmm...it doesn't seem to have changed much." He concluded.

#straight men can never tell the difference between light makeup and plain makeup#

The water mirror burst with a bang, and water splashed everywhere.

Madara jumped up swiftly, her long hair drawing a graceful arc in the air, avoiding every drop of water perfectly.

"Hey Mana!" he yelled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mana said with a smile on her face, keeping her eyes on her hips, "You also know that my water attribute doesn't account for a lot of it, alas, that's it if I miss it. Anyway, Brother Madara, you can definitely avoid it. "

"..."

It's a fake smile.

"Angry?" He was a little incredulous.

Mana puffed her cheeks and stared at him for a few seconds, then let out a long, exaggerated sigh as her shoulders collapsed.

"Forget it... I should have thought of it a long time ago." She rubbed her cheeks and pulled out a smile, "It doesn't matter, let me trim your eyebrows like today, Brother Madara!"

Is it like today...?

"Just be happy." He made a look of helplessness, sighing like an adult facing an ignorant brat.

Mana giggled.

The wind chimes are still jingling and jingling.

On the other side, Quanna.

The village is expanding at an alarming rate.As Quanna walked on the road, she felt this more and more strongly.

Years of trees fell down in pieces to make room for humans; the first thing to be repaired was a few wide main streets, criss-crossing, starting from the original conference building, and expanding out of the valley in a fan shape.Although most of the houses are still in the stage of laying foundations, the prosperity of the village has begun to take shape: in addition to the ninjas who are responsible for building houses and streets and built simple temporary residences around, there are still rumors of Senju and Uchi Ordinary people who formed an alliance with the Bo clan migrated here, and have tentatively contacted the village, and initially became members of the future village through temporary registration.At the request of the other party, the ninjas of the village helped these ordinary people build temporary houses. In the eyes of the ninjas, these extremely weak people quickly took root like weeds, and even reclaimed small fields, not only providing food for themselves, but also A temporary bazaar was formed to communicate with each other.

Along the way, there are convoys delivering materials coming and going, as well as ninjas running errands.If you are someone you know, you will stop to say hello when you meet Quanna.Even the members of the Thousand Hands clan, although their attitude was not considered respectful, they still greeted them politely.Even Quan Nai saw Uchiha's people appearing with Senshou more than once. The atmosphere between the two sides is of course not friendly, but it is strangely not stiff.

"Master Mana said that it's okay to quarrel with other ninjas, but fights are not allowed, and you are not allowed to affect your work because of this, otherwise you will be fined to farm for ordinary people." A clan member who was stopped by Quanna for questioning said with a tearful face.

His companion was waiting for him, the schadenfreude on his face almost turned into a mask, and he almost looked up to the sky and laughed hahaha.

"Hey, if you don't leave, it will be too late!" His companion urged, regardless of Quanna's presence.

It was a thousand-armed ninja.

Quan Nai frowned, and was about to say something, when she saw the clansman clasped his hands together and made an apologetic gesture to him, begging for mercy, and said with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, Master Quan Nai, this guy has such a personality... I'm rude! Farewell!"

His companion turned his head and snorted.

The image looks ridiculous - Uchiha looks like Senju, Senju looks like Uchiha.

Quan Nai nodded, and then saw the two people disappear quickly.

He stood on the newly repaired road, looking at the direction they were leaving with a little loss.

"Hoo, hoo-"

Quan Nai's ears moved slightly.He turned his head and looked in the other direction.After a while, two figures, one tall and one lower, appeared on the other side of the road.

A pair of grandparents and grandchildren were walking in the direction of Quan Nai with heavy burdens on their backs - behind him was the right road leading to the village.

That grandpa looks like he is very old.The rickety back, the wrinkled face and neck, the bronze skin, the hands holding the burden belt have thick joints and are full of chapped marks, plus the thin but muscular legs, it looks like someone who is used to farm work ordinary people.

But his grandson still looks very young, he seems to be only eight or nine years old.So maybe grandpa wasn't that old.Quan Nai has done many tasks and knows that many ordinary people age very early.

He originally planned to rush to the village quickly, focus on inspecting the work of the clansmen, and see if they were embarrassed by the Qianshou family—such as Qianshou Feijian, but for some reason, he stood at the intersection, quietly Looking at the pair of grandparents and grandchildren struggling to move over like ants.

When they got close enough, they also saw him, hesitated, and walked slowly.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

When it was closer, perhaps because of being too tired, the old man suddenly stopped and broke out a earth-shattering cough.

"Grandpa!" The little grandson hurriedly supported him, tried to pat him on the back to comfort him, and hurriedly took out a water bottle and unscrewed it, but he shook it vigorously, only to find that they had no water left.

He looked like he was about to cry.His eyes for help subconsciously turned to Quanna.

Quan Nai's eyes widened, suddenly a little helpless - he had never been looked at by such a weak child.When he's out and about as a ninja, the only emotions he picks up from normal people are fear and a secret loathing.

Before he could think and come to a conclusion, he subconsciously took out his water bottle, walked over and handed it to the kid.

"...Here, drink this." He hesitated.

The child smiled in surprise, and quickly took the water bottle and fed it to grandpa.

The old man's cough gradually subsided.He raised his head and smiled gratefully at Quanna, and said, "Thank you so much, young man."

"Thank you big brother!" The child also showed a big smile to Quan Nai, "I'll return this to you."

Quanna took the kettle and put it away.Then he remembered what Mana had told him when he was leaving.

Help... the elderly and children?

"I..." He hesitated, and said awkwardly, "Why don't I help you get things."

"Ah! No need..." the old man said flattered.

"Can you?!" The child opened his eyes wide.

"Jiro! Don't trouble others like this!" the old man said sternly.

"But..." the child pursed his lips and said aggrievedly, "Grandpa's body can hardly take it anymore... If only I were stronger..."

"It's okay." Quan Na pursed her lips and said seriously, "Give it to me."

He stretched out his hand.

"...Then, I'll be in trouble." The old man handed over the burden in embarrassment.

It's so light, Quan Nai thought, this is already exhausting, ordinary people are really weak.

"Nah," the child happily jumped up and down beside him, his curious eyes flickering, "Brother, are you a ninja?"

"Ah."

"Wow, that's amazing! Are you a ninja from that ninja village? That, that..." He struggled for a while with a bitter face.

"Uchiha and Senju." His grandfather reminded him with a smile.

"Right! Is it Uchiha and Senju's ninja?"

"I'm Uchiha's ninja, not Senju's."

"But you are all from the same village, right?"

"……Um."

……

Quan Nai himself was surprised that he actually walked slowly to the village with the grandparents and grandchildren, and the surprised eyes of his own family members he met along the way could poke him into a sieve.

After finally handing these two people over to the tribe responsible for resettling ordinary people, Quan Nai left stiffly under the child's reluctant eyes.

The rounds that followed went well...he would have been happier without the whispers.

"Hey, I just saw Senna-sama blablabla..."

Something like this.

Moreover, I have to say that Quan Nai is a young man who adheres to the principle of "doing what he says".

Because, he really met a lot of children who fell down, old people who lost their way, etc., and a series of people who were in urgent need of help; Smile" this one.

As much as possible, kindly, smile...

By the time Izuna, who had been busy all day, came home exhausted, it was already dinner time.

"I'm back." He said weakly, took off his shoes and walked into the room.

"Yo! Quanna~" Mana leaned out from the room, "You're back... Hey, what's going on?!"

She pointed at Quanna in astonishment.

"What's the matter Mana..." Madara also came over, "Quina...?"

He is also dumb.

Quan Nai's hair was disheveled and her face was tired, but the corners of her mouth were raised slightly strangely, forming a slightly stiff smile.Because his hands are full of big and small bags, it can be roughly seen that there are all kinds of food, trinkets, and even several bouquets of flowers.

"Quenna, are you going to press the road? Did you bring money with you? You didn't go for robbery, did you?" Mana said in horror.

"Hey!" Quan Nai rolled her eyes, but still looked weak, "You have time to think wildly, why don't you come over and help me get something?"

Seeing the exhausted appearance of her childhood sweetheart, Mana hurried over to help unload the goods.

"Are you okay, Quanna?" Madara looked at his brother uncertainly.

Although you look tired, you seem to be in a good mood unexpectedly?

"Don't worry, brother, I'm fine." Quan Nai smiled shyly, caught a glimpse of Mana curiously holding those flowers, and quickly said, "Mana, be careful with these flowers!"

As soon as this remark came out, the other two looked at him unexpectedly.Quan Nai choked for a moment, and said furiously, "What, what's wrong?!"

"Oh—" Mana smiled maliciously, "Isn't it a gift from a girl?"

"!" Senna opened her eyes wide.

It was indeed given by a few civilian girls, saying that it was to thank their younger brother/uncle/grandpa who helped them...

"I know, I know," Mana nodded solemnly, turned her head to make eye contact with Madara who was also smiling, "I will definitely find the most beautiful vases in our house and offer them well!"

"...What?" Quan Nai stared at her with puffy cheeks, and then glanced at her elder brother, "Even the elder brother laughed at me along with Mana..."

Madara, who was lying on the gun, spread her hands innocently, and could only change the subject: "Since Quanna is back, let's eat. Mana?"

"Yes! Today I eat vegetarian noodles and grilled fish, and the dessert is Quanna's favorite water yokan!"

Quanna followed her elder brother to the restaurant.

"But... big brother?"

"Ok?"

He took a closer look at his eldest brother - clothes, hair, face...

"Is there something different about you?" He asked uncertainly.

"Really?" Madara asked indifferently, watching Mana's figure disappear around the corner, and said, "Probably."

"Oh." Quanna scratched her cheek inexplicably, letting go of the question.

Of course, I didn't even notice that the elder brother looked at Mana in a different way than before.

"I'm exhausted today." He complained half-truthfully, but a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"dinner's ready!"

Spoiler: When I was a child, Madara

Uchiha Madara has five younger brothers.

After the youngest brother was born, the mother, who was already in poor health, became weaker and sicker.She was asleep a lot of the time; maybe she was awake a lot of the time too—but no one knew.Because the father of the family is the patriarch, he always leads everyone to fight bravely on the front line; Madara himself has reached the age to go to the battlefield-at the age of ten, he is already a veteran soldier.Of the other three younger brothers, two were also on the battlefield, and the youngest, who was just born, was entrusted to be nursed by the wife of the same clan—his mother was too weak to even nurse her own child.

Of course, there are people who serve the patriarch's wife in the family—how could there be none?Only, none of them are family.Not a husband, not a child.So, no one knows.

Once, when Madara came home, her mother was sober.She even came to the corridor with the help of the waiter, leaning gently against the colonnade and staring at the sunset in a daze.It was still early autumn, but she had already wrapped herself in a heavy winter coat; but even so, it couldn't conceal her slenderness and frailty, as if just supporting the layers of clothes on her body had exhausted all her physical strength .

Madara looked at such a mother.He felt that she was like a dead leaf hanging precariously on the branch, and any slight cold wind would tear off its last link with life.

Such a fragile life.

He seemed to be intimidated by this weakness, and he stood there blankly, not daring to go over.The armor on his body, which had not been taken off, was speckled with blood; a few locks of hair were also soaked in blood, and stuck stiffly to his head.

"Ah, it's Madara who's back." Mother turned her head slowly, only to find him standing at the door.

"...I'm back, Mother," he said softly.

"Come here." She smiled and beckoned to him, her sleeves slipped down to reveal her bony arms.

Madara took two steps forward, then stopped hesitantly.Inexplicably, he felt a little scared—not afraid of the breath of death, but afraid of...

Am I that cold wind?he thought so.

"Madara, come here." The mother's soft voice said again, this time with a bit of reproach.

Madara walked over obediently, sat down carefully, and looked sideways at her mother's haggard face.

Mother's slender palms stroked his head.He could feel her fingers sliding back and forth several times on the blood clot, and then there was a soft sigh.

"spot."

"Yes."

"... Take good care of your brothers." She said softly and softly.

Madara nodded vigorously, and said solemnly: "I will take good care of my brothers. I will, protect them."

Mother didn't seem relieved by his sincerity—on the contrary, she looked even more worried.

"Madara..." She hesitated to speak.

"Yeah." He looked at his mother seriously.

"...No, it's nothing." But the mother still didn't say anything after all.

She just turned her head to look at the sunset again—seeing how the sunset glow changed from thick to light, how the afterglow faded away little by little, and how the night covered the mountain forest after a while.

"I can't see the moon tonight." She stared at the sky absently and muttered to herself.

Madara was stunned, and said without thinking: "Mother, today is the last quarter moon, and the moon will not come out until the second half of the night."

"...In the middle of the night?" My mother opened her eyes slightly, and quickly laughed clearly, "Ah, so that's the case. The moon will not illuminate this long night until the middle of the night..."

"...and soon there was a new sunrise," she said.

"But," Madara said puzzledly, "even if it's the first half of the night, it's not too dark."

Mother showed a puzzled expression.

"Because the stars are also very bright!" He pointed to the sky, "That's the Milky Way."

"Are the stars bright too..." Mother repeated his words in a low voice, and then touched his cheek gently.

"Perhaps so." There was a pleasant smile in her gentle eyes.

Banana laughed too.In such a pleasant atmosphere, he finally remembered that when he was a child, his mother, who was still very healthy, held his shoulders and sat in the corridor, pointing to the stars in the sky and asking what constellation this is and what constellation that is.But he couldn't remember, Madara felt a little regretful.Father thinks these things are useless to ninjas.

When my mother's health is better, ask her to tell herself again.Ah, this time I have to call my younger brothers too.he thinks.

But shortly after that day, my mother closed her eyes and never opened them again.She was put on a clean white bathrobe, her hands were placed on her chest, her long hair was neatly placed behind her head, her face was calm, and she seemed to be asleep.Yet she lies in the coffin with the right collar of the bathrobe on top—when the bathrobe is worn like this, it becomes a shroud.

She is already dead.The lid of the coffin was closed, put into the deep pit at dusk, and then the soil was covered one by one, and finally a simple tombstone was erected, which looked no different from other tombstones in this cemetery — except in degrees of old and new.From then on, this tombstone is my mother.

His three younger brothers stood beside him weeping, but he just watched until dusk passed and night fell.

Father stood by in silence.

He had thought he was used to death.However, when he faced the departure of an important person in his life for the first time, he realized that some deaths cannot be used to.

Today is the first quarter moon.If my mother saw it, she would probably be happy, right?

And... what constellations are those stars...?

There is no way to know.

He finally burst into tears too.

The father touched his head, and said in a deep and sad voice, "Only this time, as the eldest son, you have the right to cry."

This is the rare warmth that his father gave him in his memory.

"Why, why did mother die?" Quan Nai asked, sobbing, "She obviously didn't go to the battlefield?"

He was only six years old, and he hadn't been on the battlefield for long; he thought that all death happened only on the battlefield.

"Because," my father's deep and majestic voice echoed in his ears, "she is too weak."

"Void, weak?" Quan Nai had a hard time understanding the word, "That is, does it mean too weak? Will you die if you are too weak?"

"...ah, she's too weak."

Will it die if it is too weak?Madara thinks.

The flashes of swords and swords on the battlefield and the sound of killing appeared in his mind: the feeling of a sharp weapon piercing through the human body, the warmth of the face when the enemy's blood splashed, and the distorted faces of many people before they died...

Too weak and you die.

Shortly after her mother's death, Kumiko Uchiha returned with a child.

Her arrival caused great controversy among the clan.Because as a warrior with Sharingan, even if she is a female ninja, she is a valuable fighting force in the clan; even if she does not go on the battlefield, she should marry another warrior in the clan, and then provide more to the clan. Precious Sharingan.However, she chose to marry an ordinary person back then, and even pursued her so-called love even at the expense of defecting.She is a powerful and intelligent ninja, she did not reveal any information about the other party, she just chose a dark night to leave quietly, and since then she has been hidden among all living beings in this turbulent age.

No one thought she would come back.No one thought that she would dare to come back.

"traitor!"

"Kill her!"

"And that bastard!"

There was a lot of discussion among the clan.

But Uchiha Kumiko went directly to the patriarch, Madara's father.Father saw her.

Madara was outside the door while they were talking.He knew his father knew he was there, and this silence meant allowing him to listen.After all, he is the eldest son, the heir whom Uchiha has placed high hopes on.

"I will fight for the Uchiha clan until I die. I just ask you to help me take care of Mana."

"It was your duty to fight for Uchiha. You betrayed your duty, and now you use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate terms with me." Father's voice was very indifferent.

"I didn't make a deal with you; it was just a request."

"It's not enough."

"Then add this."

There was silence for a while.

"So it is, Kaleidoscope Sharingan." Father said, with a touch of emotion in his voice, "But do I have to bear the infamy of 'protecting the descendants of traitors' because of your eyes?"

"...Please," she said softly after a long while, with a touch of despair in her voice, "for my cousin's sake."

Cousin... Who is it?Spot thought.

The father sneered, and the laughter was full of anger: "Do you still remember her? Then why didn't she look at you again until she died?"

The lights reflected the figures of the two on the sliding door.

Uchiha Kumiko was silent, but solemnly kowtowed, with a bitter tone: "I will go to see her soon. I dare not expect anyone's forgiveness; I just ask you to let Mana live."

"..."

"Mana's surname is Uchiha, and she also has the qualifications to open her eyes. Please believe me."

"..."

"Live. Just let Mana live." Her head was buried deep on the ground.

"...I promise you." Finally, my father said this.

"Madara, come in." He raised his voice.

Madara pushed open the sliding door, went inside and saluted his father, then looked at the woman calmly.

Unexpectedly, although she looks thin, she is not weak; her eyes are sad, but there is no fear in her expression; she even looks so determined, without any confusion about the future.

More importantly, her facial features seem to have a sense of intimacy.

"This is my eldest son and your cousin's," the father said to her. "Although I don't think it is necessary, your cousin always wanted you to see him."

mother's cousin.Madara looked surprised.

Kumiko Uchiha stared at him.Only then did Madara realize that her eyes were very similar to those of her mother, and they even had the same deep gaze.

"It's our first time meeting, I'm Kumiko Uchiha." The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Madara noticed that she didn't add any prefixes to herself, such as "your mother's cousin" or "your cousin".It makes him feel comfortable.

"I'm Uchiha Madara." Under his father's majestic gaze, he answered simply.

His father seemed to be slightly satisfied with his rudeness, but he felt that such a father was a little naive and a little boring.

Originally, Madara thought that this woman would ask him to help take care of Uchiha Mana, just like his mother asked him to take care of his younger brothers.Yet the man said nothing.

She just looked at her and nodded, then said to her father, "What a powerful ninja."

Father is very happy.

On that night, Uchiha Kumiko received the highest-level mission in the clan.Five o'clock in the morning the next day was their collection time.Madara had no assignments that day, as usual, he should get up at four o'clock and do morning exercises with his younger brothers; but out of some strange psychology, he came to the assembly point, hiding behind the thick branches and leaves of towering ancient trees, watching them leave .

Even if the team were all the elite of the Uchiha clan, no one found Madara who was only ten years old—except Uchiha Kumiko.It was still dark at five o'clock in winter, but fortunately the moonlight was very bright, so she could be seen standing aside silently wearing armor and carrying a ninja sword, letting her companions point and point at her without saying a word.At the same time Madara's eyes caught her, her head turned slightly to his direction.Even from a certain distance, Madara could still accurately make out her gaze—still calm and determined.

Uchiha Kumiko nodded to Uchiha Madara.

He inexplicably felt that he had received some comfort.

When he got home, Madara saw a small figure at the door.He was tightly wrapped, like a ball, squatting round and round at the door of his house, resting his chin on his hands and looking into the distance.

A child I've never seen before.The next second he realized that this should be Mana...Uchiha Mana.

After thinking about it, Madara jumped straight in front of him, just stepping on the child's shadow in the moonlight.

The child was startled, and fell backwards with an "ah", and fell from a meat ball to a meat pie.Then Madara saw his face clearly, it was pink and white, the flesh was round and round, and the big black grape-like eyes were full of water vapor.

"Hey, are you Mana Uchiha?" Madara stared at him.

The child sat on the ground and looked at him timidly, then quickly lowered his head, and let out a sobbing "um".

He didn't even dare to get up by himself in front of Madara.

...So weak, Madara thought, Uchiha Kumiko protected him too well.

Can you really survive?He gave a negative answer in his heart, and then immediately lost interest in the child.

But Madara still grabbed the child by the collar, threw him into the room regardless of his panic, and said to him, "You are so weak, don't freeze yourself to death."

Then he went to find his brothers.After that, I never cared about Uchiha Mana again.

After a while, Madara's youngest brother died in the coldest winter.The death rate of infants in this era is not low, and everyone is not too surprised by the news, but there is one less person in the world who has the same blood as himself. This fact still makes Madara feel sad.