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

Uchiha Mana has always been a warrior who dares to face the bleak reality and dripping blood.

But at this moment, she dared not look back.It seems that if you don't look back, you can pretend that nothing happened or heard.

In the next second, she calmly tried to roll up the quilt and push it back.

However, the person behind came over with big strides, then half-kneeled beside her, and grabbed her wrist that was holding the quilt.

She exerted force subconsciously, but did not break free.He held it tightly, painlessly but firmly.

His hand was obviously warm, but Mana felt it was hot.

Although it was daytime, due to the gathering, there were only the two of them in the huge room.The light-transmitting paper door filters the sunlight very softly and warmly. Although the interior is not particularly bright, it is not dark at all.

Mana was kneeling on the ground, facing the opened closet, the quilt was lying softly in front of her, one corner was pinched in her hand, and it seemed to be able to cover the few spots of blood.Next to it was Madara who was half kneeling on the ground. He held her wrist with his left hand to prevent her from putting down the quilt, while his right hand held her right shoulder, in a gesture that almost embraced her.

They are very close.She was so close that she heard his breathing much faster than usual, and the slightly moist air was blowing against her ears.

She lowered her head, her ears, hair and bangs hung down into a small curtain, blocking the corner of her eyes.So she couldn't see his expression at the moment.

"Haha, that... I actually want to catch up on sleep..." She said dryly, moving her right hand, which was still free for the time being, she wanted to get the quilt back quickly.

But the hand on the right shoulder came down and grabbed her forearm suddenly.

"...Are you still trying to lie to me..." His voice was a little hoarse, as if there was a strange graininess, and when the breath hit her neck, she trembled unconsciously.

"No..." she said subconsciously.

This is at best concealed and not reported, how can it be deceitful?

...well, she's not catching up on sleep.

"Mana!" Madara's voice suddenly rose, although it was still deliberately suppressed, but the anger in it—or there were more complicated emotions—still flowed out uncontrollably.

Mana tensed her shoulders first, then loosened them, turned her face in compromise, raised a relaxed smile, and comforted her: "Actually, it's just a small injury, just cough a few times... Madara, brother?"

She was taken aback suddenly.

His eyebrows were tightly knit together, and his eyes seemed to be darker than ever before, with strong emotions faintly rolling in them, making people unconsciously think of the black clouds that almost pressed down to the ground before the storm, and the thunder loomed in it.He pressed his lips together tightly, as if enduring great pain.

Mana was startled by such Madara.

She immediately ignored her guilty conscience, widened her eyes worriedly, and asked, "Brother Ban, what's the matter with you? Are you okay? Why don't you look so good..."

The corner of Madara's mouth twitched, as if her words made him more painful.

He looked at Mana, at the young face so close at hand.

There was still a strange flush on her face caused by a severe cough, and there were traces of sweat on her forehead, and a few strands of hair stuck to her.For the same reason, her eyes were also filled with a shallow watery light, and her eyes were surprisingly bright when covered with a light layer.And just now she was only focused on covering up the few spots of blood on the quilt, but she forgot that there was also that conspicuous and dazzling blood on her lips.

But now she is just looking at him, and only when she looks closely can she find that the dark brown eyes reflect his appearance, and the rest is all about worrying about him.

He Uchiha Madara has nothing to worry about!

Such an angry shout flashed in his heart, but what he showed was that he let go of his left hand holding her wrist, and gently caressed her face, then his thumb slid down and touched the spot on her lips. There are bloodstains that I don't know yet.

Mana was already at a loss.Because Madara's hand on her right arm was involuntarily hard, she had to lean in, and now his left hand was on her face again, fingers still touching her lips...

She wanted to evacuate from this situation that made her feel even more strange, but the struggle and pain in the eyes of the people in front of her were like nails, firmly fixing her in place.

"I, I'm fine, Big Brother Ban..." She tentatively said, maintaining a smile, and said to him as softly as possible, "It's really just a small injury, look, even if there is only a little blood, it's not a problem at all... "

But Madara stared at her stubbornly, rubbing her lips very lightly with the thumb of his left hand.

It was only then that Mana realized that there should also be blood on her lips.She scolded herself annoyedly in her heart, softened her expression even more, and said, "Don't worry, you've been hurt so many times before, and this time it's even worse." It's no problem."

He pursed his lips and said nothing, almost as stubborn as a child.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Mana became a little anxious, blinked her eyes twice, and imitated him, reaching out her hand to caress his face.

The cool touch, the clear bones under the skin, and the tense muscles.

He froze imperceptibly under her hand.

"Look, I'm normal, I'm really fine." Mana puffed up her cheeks to show her cuteness, and then said in a teasing tone, "Brother Madara, you are the patriarch of the fighting clan Uchiha, and you took me with you back then. It can be regarded as going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, why can't you even see a few drops of blood now?"

As a result, she spoke too fast, and the tip of her tongue accidentally licked Ban Shang's finger that was still on her lips.

It's a little salty, and there are slightly rough calluses on the fingertips.

Mana's lips trembled involuntarily, and her eyelashes also trembled, but seeing that the other party clearly did not respond, she could only try her best to make herself forget this embarrassing moment.

"...How long has it been?" Madara was finally willing to speak again—so much so that Mana felt a sense of relief—and asked, her voice was still the same, with a grainy hoarse voice, "Mana, how long has it been?"

Mana's first reaction was confusion.

How long?

What does it mean?

But the next moment, she reacted.

Eyes widened in astonishment, then narrowed into a smile of enlightenment, Mana withdrew her hand resting on the opponent's face, and said with a relaxed smile: "Hey hey hey! Brother Madara, you misunderstood me! I really wasn't talking all the time Conceal it, this is just because I played too fast when I played against Ryohei and the others, so some old injuries relapsed!"

The head of her family definitely misunderstood that she coughed up blood all the time and kept it from him!

Not really!

Madara was stunned, the dark clouds between her brows and eyes dissipated a little, and there was some light in her dark eyes.

His fingers finally left her lips, stopped under her eyes, and flicked outwards with some hesitation, as if he was confirming something.

"Really, really!" Mana seemed to be at a loss as the doctor finally grasped the crux of the problem, and poured out all the words, "It was just that the beating was a bit fierce by accident, and everything went away after coughing a few times when I came back! I was wrong and I shouldn’t hide it from you, but I just think that this little problem should not be brought out to make you worry! Anyway, I will still be alive and kicking to the point where you will find it annoying haha..."

"Mana." Madara interrupted her.

Mana immediately shut up, and looked at him obediently, with some doubts in her eyes, but also a little smile.

Really... are you okay?

That's what he wanted to ask.When he jumped on the roof, he happened to see Manara opening the door and rushing in, his heart sank suddenly, and immediately he heard a cough that was obviously trying to suppress from the room.Before he had time to think, he had already jumped down and landed at the door of Mana's room.

Then Mana curled up into a ball, trembling with coughing, unable to stop.

She must have endured it for a long time, and she couldn't bear it before she got rid of them and came back.

I couldn't even close the door of the room.

Madara stood at the door, clenched the hand holding the door frame tightly.Wood whines as it snaps.

But he couldn't hear it.All I could hear was the coughing sound of the girl who couldn't stop no matter how hard I tried; all I could see was the group of trembling figures.

This scene coincided with that of many years ago - he saw his mother's thin body under the weight of layers of winter clothes, that haggard face, and the jagged arms when she raised her hand.When he saw his mother back then, he seemed to see the last crumbling dead leaf on the branch. He didn't know when a little cold wind could cut off the last little connection with life.

Many years later, he seemed to see the dead leaf again.

And the cold wind is blowing.

At this moment, he returned to the past, and once again became the boy who looked at a weak life that was about to wither, afraid that he would become the cold wind and dare not pass.

not moving at all.

The fear and powerlessness he thought he had overcome, the weakness he had abandoned, told him at this moment that they had always been there.

Yes...he was scared.I was so scared, I let the fear, pain, bewilderment, and anger about my helpless self burn in my body, but in fact I could only stand still, not daring to go over or touch it.

When Mana finally stopped.When the room finally calmed down, her rapid panting gradually subsided.

She sat up with her hands propped up, exhaled, raised her hands and rubbed her eyes, then tilted her head to look at the quilt, and planned to stuff the ball back again.

This series of smooth, vital movements seemed to have finally injected vitality into his stiff body.

She is alive.She was still talking.

However, in the face of her attempt to disguise himself again, a kind of anger suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart—not to her, but to himself, to this self who thought he was protecting her but failed to do so.

If he didn't come here today, wouldn't he know of his dereliction of duty until she really died? !

The blood on the quilt and her blood-stained lips seemed to mock his self-righteousness.

Until just now she said you misunderstood.The vivid expressions, smart eyes, and the warmth of the palms, all of these are the same as before.

So, is it really okay?

He wanted to confirm it again, but couldn't say it.He always wanted to protect her, and he always thought he was protecting her.And what you want to protect and the duties you want to perform, you have to confirm it yourself.If you can't even confirm it yourself, then the so-called protection and responsibility are just empty talk.

"...It's all my fault." He lowered his eyes, withdrew his hands, dropped them weakly, and then clenched them unwillingly, "It's because I failed to protect you well, no, it's because I failed to fulfill my responsibilities, that's why It makes everyone so uneasy that you want to help me in this way..."

His hair fell limply around his face, casting a faint shadow.

"...It's not like this!" Mana was stunned, holding Madara's shoulders with both hands, leaning forward slightly, her eyes anxious, "Oh, it's my own unnecessary effort! I always think too much, it's me! Brother Madara, you know This is how I like to do superfluous things, and I can’t change them! This has nothing to do with you, it’s because of your support that I’ve been able to get to where I am today!”

This is Manna's true words.If it weren't for that year, there would be a young man who was always in a situation where only killing could survive, but with a bright smile and a resolute "I won't give up", he held back her who was weak and about to collapse.

This is her original light that will always accompany her.She just hopes that he will always be so bright, so she always does more for him unconsciously, even if she gets hurt.

But now seeing him like this, and seeing him showing such a slumped and self-blaming expression in front of her for the first time, Mana realized that, just like her own feelings of wishing the other party to be well and not to suffer any harm, this A man who always habitually protects everyone and regards protecting others as his responsibility and happiness, since he promised to protect her well, he will never have less feelings for her than himself.

He obviously had an expression of arrogance and pride just now, and he clearly showed his unparalleled strength and confidence to the world, and he clearly made everyone cheer for him proudly and sincerely convinced.

But now, the expression on his face was neither as high-spirited as in the morning, nor as gloomy and angry just now, but only bitter self-blame.He really felt that everything was his fault.

"...Mana," Madara raised her eyes, with a bitter smile in her eyes, "You are too gentle. But, all this is my responsibility, and I will not escape..."

You are the one who is too gentle, Madara-san!

Mana was so distressed that she couldn't add more tears to her eyes, but she didn't realize it at all, she just interrupted him loudly: "I said it, no, it's like this! These are all from my own feelings, It's me, my mood, me..."

She was incoherent, a chaotic and violent emotion rampaging in her heart, and then aroused an impulse that might have been dormant for a long time, and now it was finally about to explode.

She blinked hard, and the tears rolled down before she realized that her eyes were blurred before.

And now it's clear.She could clearly see his heavily entangled eyebrows and eyes, as well as the bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

She suddenly knew what the impulse in her heart was that she could no longer control.

The hands on his shoulders tightened, and the girl leaned forward, directly sticking to him.

Her hair brushed against his face, her breath caught his, her lips touched his.

Warm, soft touch.

All thoughts are interrupted, all emotions start to go away.Whether it is pain, sadness, self-blame, loss...

Everything is covered with a veil, diluting the original sharpness and coldness.

It was also like an inexplicable fog around me. The fog changed from light to thick, gradually covering the originally clear world and cutting off the senses connected with the world.

All the feelings slowly converged to one point, to the present, to the girl leaning in front of him.

And that little softness on the lips.

Mana.

His lips moved, but he only called out the name in his heart.

It was clearly autumn, and it was clear that what he saw just a moment ago were dead leaves crumbling in the cold wind, and a powerless but self-righteous self that made people hate him.But now, there is a kind of melting warmth in the blood, slowly flowing through the whole body, like the sun rising in spring, only a faint temperature, but it is enough to dispel the cold wind, awakening the world's desire for light and heat.

There are birds chirping and the sound of wind outside the house, and further away there is the clatter of bamboo tubes in the courtyard beating rocks, and the subtle jingle of wind chimes brought from the old house.

There were two of them in the room.And soft and warm light.

After a long time, she left his lips. At first she lowered her eyes as if she was a little timid, but then mustered up her courage, looked directly at him with firm eyes, and said, "My heart... I love you. I want to protect you, I want to Staying with you, not out of duty or anything else, but just because..."

She licked her lips involuntarily, but the last bit of blood remained on it.

He looked at her.

"...just because I love you deeply."

At the end, her voice trembled a little, and then she took a deep breath and smiled at him.

She loosened her hands holding his shoulders, and tried to put on a relaxed smile on her face, saying, "So, Brother Ban, really don't blame yourself, I..."

Mana didn't want any response, but just wanted to comfort him in this way.I want to tell him that my injury is not because of your dereliction of duty, but because I love you and I want to treat you well, so this is what I choose to bear, and it has nothing to do with you.

But the familiar temperature fell on the top of the hair, with a familiar weight.

Madara rubbed her head.

"Me too." He said, the hand on top of her head slid to the back of her head, then leaned close to her face, and stopped when the distance was already drawn very close, staring into her dazed eyes, using The hoarse voice said, "I, too, love you deeply."

He kissed her, and after a moment's stay, he turned to hold her lips, and gently licked away the blood that he had long thought was extremely glaring.

Mana shuddered slightly.

Madara moved away from her lips, but didn't move away, but put his forehead against hers and smiled lightly.

The other arm wrapped around her back, holding her in his arms.

He bowed his head again.

The temperature in the house is rising.Amidst her increasingly violent heartbeat, Mana suddenly realized that something might happen next.

She put her arms around his neck and closed her eyes.

His lips fell again.

Just at this time……

"Hey! Madara!!! Are you here!!!" Hashirama's voice came from the gate, with excitement and excitement, "Mara! Just now everyone saw you as handsome, why don't you come out now and let's compete field!!"

Madara froze completely.

Just a little bit, he was about to kiss her.

But now, they could only maintain this posture amidst the voices from the pillars.

"Pfft..." Mana turned her head and couldn't help laughing, "Haha, Master Hashirama came here..."

Hashirama, you... Madara feel that you are in a very complicated mood at the moment.

"..." He gritted his teeth, looked unwillingly at Mana who was smiling sideways, and said, "Don't use Guan Hashirama, it's only natural that he can't find anyone..."

"Madara! I can feel your chakra! Why are you dawdling today? It's not like you!" Hashirama, who knew nothing, still enthusiastically called his best friend, "If you don't answer, I can only do it myself." Come in!"

One intersection, two intersections... Madara's head was covered with countless intersections in an instant.

Senjujuma, you...

Mana couldn't do it anymore, she fell into Madara's arms, buried her face in his chest and couldn't stop laughing.

Madara looked down at the quivering, warm mass in her arms, and finally sighed unwillingly and helplessly.

"Brother Madara, hurry up, or Hashirama-sama may really be coming, hahaha..." Mana said with a suppressed smile, but forgot that she hadn't recovered yet, and coughed twice.

"Ahem... It's okay, it's okay, cough..." She quickly covered her mouth, raised her head and squinted her eyes at Madara to show that it was a smile.

"Hey! Madara! I really came in!!"

Madara's expression was startled suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself: "Hashirama..."

"...?" Mana blinked, but before she could react, she was hugged.

!

"Hey Brother Madara, let me down!" She held onto Madara's shoulders, struggled a few times, and said with joy, "I don't want to be carried out like a child by you!!"

It's the way a father hugs his daughter!Although Mana is a head shorter than Madara, it's still very strange to be hugged like this!

"Mana is obedient." Madara coaxed her casually, but did not intend to let go at all.

"Madara!!" Hashirama was still calling him.

"Wait a minute, Hashirama!" Madara roared impatiently, then raised his head, and explained to Mana who was held higher than him by himself, "The medical ninjutsu of the Mori Senju clan is very famous, and Hashirama himself is even more famous. The wound can be healed without seals. So why don’t you ask Hashirama to show you, maybe… no, it will definitely be cured.”

Mana just watched how he turned his head and roared fiercely, and then turned back with such a rare gentle and exposed smile.

She covered her cheeks that must have been flushed with one hand, and pushed his shoulder persistently with the other hand, saying, "Anyway, you let me down, I don't want to see Mr. Hashirama like this."

She thinks that insisting on listening is completely soft and coquettish to Ban's ears.He didn't even want to let go.

"Mana." Madara's eyes sank, trying to put on the majestic mask to "intimidate" her.

Mana turned her face to cover her mouth and coughed twice.

"..." Madara knew she was faking it, but she had no choice but to put her down gently.

He probably didn't know that the corners of his mouth would curl down every time he was reluctant, and his eyes were a little stubborn like a boy's.

But when he bent down slightly to let Mana go, and was about to stand up straight, Mana suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and then with an unstoppable smile, she took his arm in a dazed expression. .

"Let's go, Brother Madara," Mana shook his hand lightly, and said with a smile, "Master Hashirama must be waiting impatiently."

"... Cough," Madara turned his face and looked forward a little unnaturally, letting Mana hold his arm, and said, "It doesn't matter what happens to Hashirama. Also, Mana, don't use it when you call Hashirama from now on." honored."

"Huh? Just call it 'Hashirama'? I'm not used to it." Mana thought for a while, then suddenly put her head on the shoulder of the person next to her, and announced with a smile, "But since Brother Madara said so, Of course I'll try to get used to it!"

This guy... When he asked her to change her words when she was a child, don't call herself "Master Madara" but just call her by name, she immediately accepted it logically.Are you not used to facing Hashirama now...

"Brother Madara?" Mana didn't hear a response, and tilted her head to look at him.

"...It's nothing," Madara flicked her forehead with the other hand, and replied calmly, "Let's go."

...It's too naive for me to have such thoughts.

It must not be seen.

"... Oh." Mana rubbed her forehead.