Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

After the Eight Wastelands barrier was destroyed, Tobirama once again sensed Kagura's chakra. This chakra was very weak, making him panic unconsciously.

When I rushed over using the Flying Thunder God, I saw a motionless person huddled in Izuna's arms.

Why... doesn't she move?

He... suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.

What if you promised you wouldn't die?

She's not dead, right?

Tobirama couldn't react for a moment, he stared blankly, looking in disbelief.

Quan Nai's expression was very complicated, so complicated that he couldn't decipher the emotions inside.

"Kagura, she..." Tobirama felt his throat was dry and did not dare to continue asking.

Biting her lower lip with her teeth, Izuna used this method to restrain herself from drawing her sword and killing Tobirama immediately. It was because he failed to protect her that Kagura suffered this disaster and suffered this kind of pain.

"Tobirama,"

Tobirama only reacted from fear and shock when his shoulder was lightly tapped by Hashirama.

He rushed up and took Kagura over. They were separated for almost ten days, and finally, she finally returned to him.

Izuna had already wiped away the blood on her face. Even so, Kagura's condition was still very bad. Her eyes were dull and unfocused. When she looked at him, she seemed to be looking through him to a place further away. Her lips She was moving slightly, although you couldn't hear her unless you listened carefully, but if you got closer, you could still hear her talking.

Thank God she's still alive.

Tobirama let out a long sigh of relief, his fear lessening a little.

He put his ear to Kagura's bloodless lips, and this time, he heard clearly.

His brows suddenly knitted together, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by someone. He couldn't feel the flow of blood or the inhalation of oxygen. He had no other sensory nerves, and his hearing was infinitely amplified.

"Tobirama, Tobirama..."

All of them were Kagura's voice calling his name with difficulty, her skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and her body was so weak that it seemed like she might disappear at any moment.

That was the first time that the three men present saw Tobirama cry. He hugged Kagura tightly in his arms and protected him on his chest. His brows were knitted into knots. Tears flowed down his cheeks like two silent rivers. Falling into the white fur collar.

Tobirama hasn't cried since he was a few years old. He was injured countless times on the battlefield, and even though it almost killed him a few times, when the medical staff treated him without anesthesia, he just bit him. His teeth were straightened silently, beads of sweat rolled down his face, but not a single tear fell.

Now, he was crying, still gritting his teeth and making no sound. He closed his eyes, and his thin eyelids could not stop the raging tears.

Self-blame, heartache, fear, anger, loss and recovery, all kinds of emotions enveloped him.

Madara kept frowning at Tobirama. This feeling was so strange. He felt hateful and pitiful at the same time. He knew it was not Tobirama's fault, but he felt it was his fault.

Is this the theory of victim guilt?

Madara wanted to beat him up and make him cry harder, but... Kagura was still in his arms, so it would be affected.

Hashirama glanced at Madara and then looked at Tobirama. He also felt very sad. This was the first time that he saw his brother blaming himself and being so sad.

The ones who cried the most when they were children were Itama and Waima, followed by himself. Tobirama seemed to have had little emotional ups and downs since he was a child. He was very much like his father, sensible and mature, and suppressed his emotions.

It wasn't until he met Kagura that he gradually released his suppressed and sealed emotions bit by bit.

He began to see the smile on Tobirama's face that would only appear on a man's face when he was in love, his eyes that were as gentle and rippling as spring water, and he saw him being hung up by a girl who was many years younger than him, feeling lost and drinking. Get drunk.

He is methodical and exceptionally good no matter what he does. After falling in love with someone, he becomes cautious, restrains his fiery temper, and is willing to be controlled by her.

He is like an ignorant young man who secretly imitates the behavior of the people around him, holding all the good things in his hands and offering them to her. When she smiles sweetly at him, he will be happy for a long time.

The happiness that Kagura brings to Tobirama can be felt by everyone around him.

She is his warm and scorching little sun at noon, she is his shining stars and bright and soft white moonlight in the dark night, she is the gentle breeze and drizzle that makes him intoxicated, and she is also the strong wind and waves that stir up his calm heart.

She is just a woman. In the inherent prejudice of many people, women are no big deal to men, just like a decoration on clothes, dispensable.

But this is not the case. Only the person involved knows how important the other half is. This is true for every couple.

Only he understands how important Kagura is to Tobirama.

Tsunade rushed over with Joruri, Sakumo and the ANBU guard who had just been briefly cured by her. Hashirama gave Tsunade a look, and Tsunade understood immediately.

Jing Liuli looked at her parents uneasily. She was suddenly afraid and did not dare to step forward.

Holding Madara's sleeves with her hands, she raised her face and looked at him and asked: "Mom, she...she..."

Madara lowered his head to look at her. The little girl's jewel-like eyes were filled with tears, stubbornly refusing to fall, but he could feel her slightly trembling hands and her obvious uneasiness.

Raising his big black-gloved hand to rub Jōruri's head, Madara tried his best to smile. He tried to make his voice sound normal and gentle.

"It's okay, it will be cured."

Tsunade used necromancy to summon a larger part of the slugs. Since they were poisoned, they needed to be detoxified. However, the slugs could help Kagura do other treatments first and alleviate her pain.

If you want to prepare an antidote, you need to know what kind of poison Kagura was poisoned with. It is not difficult to draw blood and test it with all the instruments here.

After working for several hours, with the help of slugs, they had removed part of the poison in Kagura's body. Those who were more special needed Tsunade to prepare her own antidote after testing her blood.

Kagura was sleeping quietly on the narrow movable bed at this time, and Tobirama stayed beside her. This feeling of regaining something was probably only understood by Madara Uchiha outside the laboratory. It must have been when Izuna was resurrected by Samsara. That's the mood.

Uneasy, cautious, and extremely happy.

"Xiao Gang, have the test results come out?"

Seeing Tsunade walking around in front of various instruments, Tobirama asked her impatiently.

Tsuna didn't turn his hand back, and said dissatisfiedly: "Um, urging, this is the first time. Uncle, you should change your impatience."

Tobori: "..."

He was taught by a child.

"Ahem," Tobirama coughed a few times awkwardly, and Tobirama's face turned red, "Then...it's better to hurry up."

"I know, I know, don't worry, she's not in so much pain now, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep."

"..." He couldn't refute.

Here, all kinds of instruments are readily available and extremely convenient. Tsunade can't help but secretly envy the owner of this stronghold. From an outsider's perspective, she can't say that everything Qianjiang does is wrong. As a person who understands medical Ninja, Tsunade can understand some of the things Qianjie does.

In itself, wanting to study diseases and treatments is a long process of exploration, which requires the sacrifice of countless people and countless failures before success can be achieved. All the treatments that people enjoy today do not appear out of thin air.

From this standpoint, Tsunade doesn't think Qianjie is irredeemably bad.

However, from another perspective, from the perspective of those experimental subjects, he simply deserves to go to hell.

People are all conflicted, and she is the same, but it has to be said that people should also have a bottom line. Some things are better not to be done.

In the corridor outside, several people finally remembered that there was a person like Qianjiang. They approached the lush plants that broke out of the ground. Through the gaps in the plants, they could see Qianjiang, who was entangled with vines.

Qianjiang was lying on the ground calmly, perhaps having accepted his fate and waiting for the moment of death.

Feeling the gaze from the other side, Qian Jiang slowly turned his face to the side and saw the three men with serious expressions. When he saw Quan Nai, he couldn't help but smile. There was something in that smile. The meaning of ridicule is natural.

"Coward, how pathetic!" He closed his eyes and seemed to be saying it to Quan Nai, and also seemed to be saying it to the gap in the ceiling that was broken by the plants growing out of Mudun.

The plants broke through the ground above his head, and the rays of the sun outside shone through the small gap. This was a line of sky, he thought in his heart.

"You choose a way to die."

Madara didn't even look at him. He glanced towards the end of the darkness in the distance, with a firmness in his tone that could not be refuted.

This time, Hashirama didn't speak. He pursed his lips and held Joruri's hand and walked away. He smiled as he walked and said, "Let's go. Uncle will take you to another room and let's play a treasure hunt." Bar?"

Joruri looked at Hashirama as if he was mentally retarded, with a look of helplessness on his face. He was no longer the little kid he used to be. Why didn't his uncle understand?

But...she looked back at the lush plants, then at Madara and Izuna, and finally felt that "treasure hunting" seemed more suitable for her.