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

Winter nights come quickly.The cold stars are shining, filling the ink-like night sky early.

The climate in Konoha is warm and humid, with few severe winters.During the walk, I only feel that the air is cold but not cold, and the vegetation is cold but not dry.

The lights were on in the study.A few scrolls were half-opened, and were piled up on the table indifferently, even though they recorded secrets that only the patriarch could look up.

Madara was cleaning his knife.

The blade is white and the light is sharp.The warm candlelight is reflected on it, but there is only a gloomy coldness left.

After being meticulously wiped, the long knife became even sharper, and the thin blade was cold, as if it couldn't wait to drink blood again.

It's a pity that I can only re-enter the darkness after a clear cry.

Return the knife to the sheath.

Madara threw away the wiping paper casually, got up and put the ninja knife back into the knife holder, and then walked to the door and opened the door.

The girl standing in a daze at the door was obviously frightened. She moved her body and wanted to retreat, but stopped abruptly.She blinked quickly, put her hands behind her back, and immediately returned to her usual smiling appearance.

"Good evening, Brother Madara." She said, looking as cute as she could be.

Behind her back, hands clenched into fists.

The wind passed by her and walked into the study, carrying the faint fragrance of the girl's body, lingering around the man.

The spot's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his eyes flickered.

But in the end, he just stepped aside, motioned for Mana to go in, and said, "Don't you feel cold after standing at the door for so long?"

"So...Brother Madara, you found out." Mana froze, and said with a dry smile, "Hahaha...that's right, how could you not find out."

While she was speaking, she had entered the study and closed the door behind her back.

On the desk, the candle flame danced, emitting a dim light.

"Is there something wrong, Mana?" Madara picked up the scroll on the table and stuffed it back on the bookshelf, not caring whether it would damage the ancient materials.

Mana caught a glimpse of the word "forbidden" on the scroll and recognized that it was information that only the patriarch had the authority to consult.

"It's okay, it's okay. I just think you came back early today, Brother Ban, and I want to know what you're doing." She said casually.

As the patriarch of the Uchiha clan and the high-level Konoha, Madara is naturally busy with work, and it is common to come back late at night.

"Just check something." He replied lightly.

Immediately, Madara put aside the topic, raised her eyebrows and curled her lips, and immediately smiled jokingly, and said, "Oh? You're just in a daze at my door for this matter? This is not like you, Mana."

He calmly waited for the other party to confess.

Even if the indoor light is dim, even if his hair still covers his right eye...

In Mana's eyes, Uchiha Madara is just so good-looking.

The hands behind the back are tightly clasped together, the last one is strong, and then the fingers are spread.

Fight!

Controlling her heartbeat and keeping her smile on her face, Mana leaned over, grabbed Madara's sleeve, and under his gaze, said, "Brother Madara..."

The voice dragged on, then stopped, and there was no more words.

Madara felt amused, and was about to urge her, but her eyes couldn't help staying on her face.

Under the light, her long hair was soft and shiny, setting off her fair cheeks with a jade-like luster.

He was suddenly speechless.In a hurry, he could only lower his eyes and give a low "hmm".

There is a thought that has been lurking for a long time that is about to move, occupying his mind.

But Mana didn't notice Madara's sudden absent-mindedness.She took a deep breath in her heart and finally spoke again.

"Brother Ban, I, I..." She stammered twice.

Madara looked up at her, eyes deep.

Seeing Mana became more nervous.

"...I, I, let me cut your hair!"

As soon as the words came out, Mana froze for two seconds.

Her bewildered eyes did not escape Madara's eyes.Madara's slightly startled expression suddenly disappeared, becoming unpredictable.

He put his hands on top of the girl's head, smiled at the dazed girl, and said calmly, "Okay."

Without waiting for the other party to react, he just sat down, looking very leisurely.

Mana opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end she could only say dejectedly: "...Oh."

Knives of various sizes are always stocked at home.

Mana casually found a small knife, weighed it in her hand, and looked at Madara with her head tilted, as if she was thinking about how to strike.

Bend down and move your hands carefully.

Once she started to do something, the thoughts floating in her mind before dissipated like bubbles, leaving only the focus on the matter at hand.

For her.

But she forgot one thing - she was wearing a dressing gown.

For her little consideration, the new clothes she specially bought fit her body loosely, with only a belt around her waist tied in a random knot.As soon as he bent down, the clothes on his chest were hanging down, which happened to be a beautiful scene.

Usually, for the convenience of movement, Mana wraps her chest well.However, it may be that her genes are too good in this life, even if she tosses herself every day since the puberty period, there is still a little bit of grace that should be there.

Today, except for the large bathrobe, there is nothing more.

The mountains are undulating, reflecting a little light, and the ravines in the middle are deep, and there are shadows all the way down.In the illuminated area, it is as delicate as jade fat.

"Brother Madara, don't move!" Mana said nervously, "It's almost there!"

She didn't notice it.

It was quiet inside.

at last.

"Okay." Mana withdrew her hand, stood up to look, and smiled with satisfaction.

The mountains are hidden again.

Madara raised her head slightly, revealing her full face again.However, unlike the freshness shown last time, this time, even though it was still amazing, it did not reduce his unpredictable feeling at all.

Because the blackness in his eyes is so rich.

"...Okay?" He repeated, stood up, and looked down again in an instant.

Instinctively, Mana shuddered, receiving some kind of dangerous signal.

"Brother Madara, Brother Madara...?" Mana thought he was angry, and racked her brains to figure out why.

Madara didn't give her more time to think.

"Mana, what you want to say... have you finished?" His voice was low, with an indescribable meaning.

While speaking, he approached Mana, who took a few steps back, and there was no way to retreat to the desk.

Madara put her hands on both sides of Mana, completely surrounding her in her own domain.

The feeling of danger is getting heavier.

It was so close that Mana was forced to look up to meet his eyes.

She stared at him blankly, and at this moment, she felt blessed in her heart.

...Should...shouldn't...?

"I..." She was about to say something.

Cobra was not at all interested in her answer.There was only one thing he wanted to do.

After all, as a normal man, he has endured long enough.

Clasping her head with his right hand, he lowered his head and pressed it hard, like a beast that had been watching its prey for a long time, seized the opportunity and rushed towards her without hesitation.

Mana's words were all blocked back.

A kiss stronger and more dominant than ever.

When they parted, she saw strange emotions surging in those familiar, deep black eyes, as if a wave of sea water under the night sky was higher than the previous wave, and the black wave hit the reef, and it would swallow her completely in the next moment.

At some point, the sky and the earth had turned upside down, and she saw the magnificent starry sky through the half-opened window.

Countless stars twinkle and flicker in the night sky, and the bright light blurs the boundary between reality and dreams, reflecting in her eyes.

The stars poured down from the sky.

Candles flicker in the room.

The crackling sound of the lights exploding.

Overlapping breaths, clasping fingers...

The weight on the body, the coolness from the wind leaking in through the window...

The exhaled breath, lingering, reversing, downward...

In front of her eyes, at her fingertips, in every inch of her, she could feel his presence...

He is calling her.

Mana, Mana, Mana Mana Mana...

Sticky meets smooth, tangled hair.

She floated up and down in the turbulent waves he set off.

The starry sky trembled.

One after another, meteors all over the sky slide rapidly in the night sky, eagerly rubbing against the smooth night.The long tail of light dragged out one after another whitish light.All the stars are burning, trembling and twitching, piercing the darkness of the night sky again and again...

Until the stars all over the sky finally exploded together, and the gorgeous sparks burned all the darkness.

She was like a small boat sailing under the night sky, falling from a high place again and again in the turbulent waves he set off, and then being pushed to a higher height again and again.

Finally, the night sky became calm, and the stormy sea calmed down.

The stars fade, and the moon rises to sea.The surface of the sea, which had finally calmed down, heaved lazily, and the water was shining brightly and happily under the silver moonlight.The small boat entangled by the waves finally entered the port slowly, exhausted after the struggle.

The sea water is not willing to let the boat go ashore.The little waves beat and kissed the planks of the boat with nostalgia.

Sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

The candles have been extinguished.

In the darkness, she chuckled and said, "Originally, I wanted to ask you a question...but it seems unnecessary."

I already, know the answer.

Under the starlight, he said with a low smile:

"...Let's do it again."