[Comprehensive] Sweet Uchiha

"How about we compete with each other again?"

After the young man with black hair had eaten and drank enough, he lay contentedly on the wooden floor in the corridor. He patted his belly, turned his head to Lan, and made a suggestion.

The girl looked at him with her chin in her hands and raised her eyebrows: "And you had tofu skin sushi again?"

"Stop being delusional, aho!" Lan crossed her hands on her chest in a gesture of rejection.

"Then change it?" Madara stretched out his arm and supported his head and suggested: "Shuriken, kunai, whatever."

"No!" Xia Mulan was very smart and decisively refused.

"You are good at everything, change it this time!"

The girl held her head and thought for a while, and finally came up with something she would definitely win: "Shogi!" She nodded, "I decided happily like that!"

Madara Uchiha was confused: "What?"

"Ah la ah la, it's shogi!" Lan An covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing.

"what?"

The young man suddenly felt as if his bones had been ripped out, and he collapsed on the wooden floor, using one hand to cover his eyes from the sunlight that was a little bit.

"Okay." He agreed.

"Scared!" This time it was Xia Mulan's turn to be confused.

When she proposed this competition, she thought she would have to talk to Madara for a while before she could succeed. Who knew that the guy opposite him was at a loss when he heard it at first, but he seemed to think about it for only a few seconds before decisively agreeing. Already?

Ban crossed one of his legs as if he was about to fall asleep in the sun, "Tell me, what do you want me to do if I win?"

"Pfft -" Xia Mulan laughed, "This hasn't started yet, Dara, at least you have some motivation?"

He was really sleepy. He had been traveling all night, and then he was waiting for Lan to come over. He hasn't rested yet.

Now that the sun was shining on him, Lan was still sitting softly next to him, feeling an indescribable sense of peace of mind.

So Madara followed his own wishes and gradually emptied his consciousness.

Amidst the tinkling wind chimes, the girl suppressed her joy at having seen the dawn of victory, and said in a serious and serious manner: "Although Madara, your playing chess is a bit casual, but this is also a way of thinking."

"Well, unexpectedly——." She seemed to want to add a little more credibility to her words, and nodded her head vigorously in conjunction. The hair on her head swayed back and forth with this movement, playfully, and then spoke Stopped abruptly.

——The young man covering his eyes next to him came from the sound of regular and shallow breathing. The sound was so small that if you didn't pay close attention, you wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

Will it be uncomfortable if I sleep like this?

Lan looked at Madara's crimson armor, and this was the only thought that came to his mind.

She looked up at the sun in the sky again - it was a bit dazzling.

Then Lan waved.

In an instant, the wind stopped, and the wind chimes hanging on the rolled-up bamboo curtains became quiet and no longer made any sound. The ripples on the lake under the giant trees gradually weakened until it was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the color of the eyes of the owner of this place. The same blue sky.

The giant branches beside the corridor slowly extended, spreading their green leaves and soft branches, casting a small and fragmented shadow in the sunlight, blocking the sunlight from the eyes of the sleeping young man.

Lan stood up gently, tiptoed into the room, moved slowly, spread out the book on the cultural customs of the five major countries that she had just started to write, and continued writing.

At this moment, the entire land of water was filled with her divine power, becoming peaceful and gentle.

As she wrote, the white sword placed next to her made a slight whistling sound, interrupting her thoughts.

Lan looked at the sword that was glowing with white light, stroked her forehead, patted the blade, and said softly: "Be quiet."

The blade paused for a moment, as if in protest, and continued to roar.

Lan was helpless and complained in a low voice: "Can you imitate the one next door?" She pointed to the knife placed on the knife holder next to her. After it came into her hand, it seemed to be dead and there was no movement in the past few years. Too much sword.

If the swords that grandpa gave him all had Fu Sangshen in them, then for some reason the Fu Sangshen in this crescent-moon-patterned sword had never appeared once before.

Lan didn't care about it, it liked to stay quietly, so she let it stay on the knife rest quietly, year after year.

Except for holidays, when she would take out the swords from both of them, apply some knowledge on sword maintenance that she had read in the book, oil them, and plate them, other times, they would just sit silently.

The white sword screamed louder and louder when there was no response. Lan glanced at the young man sleeping in the corridor. Fortunately, he was not woken up.

"Shut up, I'll take you out to play tomorrow." She compromised.

The sword stopped roaring instantly, and the white light that emitted also subsided, as if nothing happened before, and it was lying quietly on the table.

Lan, whose thoughts were interrupted, sighed and glanced at Madara Uchiha, who was sleeping soundly - he was a bit bored.

She looked at it, and then she had an idea. She changed the pen in her hand to a writing brush, spread out the paper on the table, and started drawing, smiling brightly as she wrote.

She laughed harder and harder until she couldn't help herself and lay on the floor holding her stomach and rolling over.

Lan smiled and drew. Time passed quickly, and it was noon in no time.

"Gulu——" The milk and toast I had eaten in the morning were completely digested.

Touching her belly, she thought that there were many corridors and rooms separated by twists and turns, and that the kitchen was covered with a layer of dust. She decided to run to harass the young man who was gradually sleeping relaxedly and spreading his arms.

He poked his face and seemed not to wake up.

Keep poking, the sleeping person will show his teeth, don't care, and continue.

Then a black-gloved hand grabbed the evil paw.

The hand that was a little bigger than hers exerted force and led her to lie flat on the floor warmed by the sun. The young man asked with a half-asleep hoarse accent: "Huh?"

"It's lunch, it's time to have lunch!" The girl who was forced to lie down together protested.

"Ha--" Madara, who gradually woke up, spread out his long arms, yawning and stretching at the same time.

"Have I slept for so long?" He stood up doubtfully and pulled Xia Mulan up together with him.

"Yes! Look -" Lan pointed at the sun hanging in the center of the sky, "It's noon."

"Let's go out for lunch! Go out!" She pointed at Madara with her index finger.

The young man who had just woken up and was basking in the sun with his eyes squinted opened one eyelid, glanced at her, and then closed it again: "In the end, you decide to go to the place you like."

"Speaking so bluntly hurts feelings." Lan said shyly.

"Tsk." Madara, who had his eyes closed, let out a soft laugh.

"Hey! You guy! What do you mean by this smile?" Lan reached out and pinched both sides of Madara's cheeks, sneering at his ruthlessness.

Unexpectedly, this rough-looking ninja boy has as good-looking skin as ever. It's tender, smooth and delicate, Xia Mulan sighed as she kept touching it.

"Didn't you say that? Frankly."

Uchiha Madara faces life calmly. You can pinch him as much as you want. I open my eyes and count myself as a loser.

Xia Mulan couldn't do anything to him, so she walked around Madara and pushed his back, urging: "Let's go! Don't worry about boring questions that are not straightforward."

The young man stood up lazily, quickly put on the ninja's special shoes in the corridor, and waited for the girl who was squatting there and trying to put on the foot bag.

It was the foot bag that matched her kimono today. It had a gray bottom with a little blue and was covered with regular and bright flower patterns.

Winter is troublesome. Lan, who always likes to wear wooden clogs with bare feet, has no choice but to fasten the copper buckles one by one clumsily.

"Idiot." As if he was a little impatient with waiting, Uchiha Madara leaned over and squatted down, quickly and accurately fastened the copper buckle on her other foot, and then handed the clog to Lan's feet.

The girl, who was handicapped and physically weak, was unable to refute. She put on her clogs bitterly, grabbed Madara's hand and jumped off the platform spread out by the giant tree under the corridor, landing smoothly and lightly on the lake.

"Dingle bell!" - The little bell hanging on her waist made a crisp sound.

Then the two people passed through the bright red torii gates, came to the edge of the barrier leading to the youth world, and left.

In the land of water where the owner is away, the warm wind at noon blows into the house supported by the giant tree, lifting the papers placed on the table.

The thin white paper was blown into the air and slowly fell to the sunny, empty corridor.

In the daylight, what is drawn on the paper can be seen clearly. ——There are many big black cats in different poses.

The one in the middle is a black cat wearing crimson armor, sleeping with its belly spread out and having snot bubbles coming out of its nose. The furry belly has a rounded arc after being fed, and the four black claws raised up have pink flesh pads. It looks so soft and feels great.

There were also ferocious black cats scattered around, fighting with other cats, showing their pointed claws and red eyes. The cozy black cat squatted on the ground with its round butt, holding Dafu in its two front paws, with a candy blush on its face.

There is also a black cat walking leisurely in the snow, leaving delicate plum blossom prints on the snow. If you look carefully, you can see that in the thick hair on the neck, there is a cat that sticks out half of its head to watch the snowflakes fall. little blue dragon.

The image of a fat black cat, either cute or handsome, appears on the page and looks extremely plump.

"I think I can publish a collection of paintings." Lan suddenly said as she carefully stepped on the road covered with a thin layer of snow in Yuzhi Country.

"Hmm?" The young man who walked very slowly to cooperate with the girl was curious.

"Pfft - no, it's nothing." She suddenly laughed again, not paying attention to her feet, and almost slipped and fell.

Uchiha Madara, who was used to Lan's sudden appearance and various strange thoughts, did not take this conversation to heart. He instead stared at the girl's pace: "Slow down, don't fall like last time."

"Last time it snowed so heavily that I fell." She looked at the pitifully thin layer of snow in Yuno Country with disdain and said, "I don't care about this at all, Ran-chan? g!”

After saying that, she stumbled and slipped again.

The black-haired young man sighed helplessly. He would not believe Lan's confident yet lame words at all.

"Fire escape! Long Yan sings!"

He controlled the chakra to release a small fire dragon. It flew from the end of the spell to the end of the road. As it gradually extinguished, it also melted the layer of snow on the ground.

Then the green vines on the roadside gradually spread their branches, and the tender bud tips were exposed. Under a layer of snow, the pitifully frozen camellias came to life again, shaking their stems and spreading their petals happily.