Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Madara heard about Natsuki's return from Kagura. At that time, Madara was stunned for a while when he heard Natsuki's name.

He didn't deliberately remember how long she had been away, but because of Joruri, he still remembered that it had been eight years since Natsuki left Konoha again after returning from the Daming Mansion.

In the past eight years, she traveled around the ninja world, improving her medical ninjutsu and treating many people at the same time. She didn't need to stay outside for so long. Madara felt that it might have something to do with her.

He would always feel a sense of inexplicable guilt towards Natsuki. He never understood the reason for this guilt before. Later, on a sleepless night, he suddenly understood that it was because he could clearly understand her thoughts but suffered from... Sorry for not being able to respond.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to see her and see if she was doing well outside these years and if she was still the same as before.

There is a bridge between the Uchiha tribe and Hashirama's house. After crossing the bridge, you will go up a gentle slope to Hashirama's house.

He had walked this road countless times, but this night, he suddenly didn't know how to walk it.

At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, the temperature at night is very low and the spring is cold.

Madara stood in the middle of the bridge, his footsteps stopped like that.

He was thinking, so what if he meets her once, what should he say, nothing can be changed, he has lost the ability to love someone, cannot give her what she wants, let her look at him and show such frustration again The expression?

Such an approach is somewhat abominable.

To Madara, Natsuki was different from other people, but that was all.

He smiled bitterly, feeling a little childish. The wind blew his long hair. After standing still in the cold wind for a while, Madara turned around and prepared to return along the original path.

At this time, a gentle voice called him from behind.

"Madara?" The man took a few steps forward as if unsure.

He would never forget this voice even after so many years. It was soft and had the power to soothe people's hearts.

Madara looked back and saw the woman in his memory. She was still the same, young and beautiful, with her black pony tails moving in the wind. Under the dim street lights, her innocent and charming eyes were shining brightly.

"Really you?"

Madara turned around and Natsuki was already in front of him.

She stared at Madara's face, and the night wind blew the long hair on her forehead, completely exposing the pair of samsara eyes to Natsuki. When Madara focused on a person, his expression had a touch of sadness, or maybe only He only has this expression when he looks at her.

Realizing that it was rude to stare at a man so blatantly, Natsuki lowered her head in haste.

She was originally standing in the open space outside Hashirama's mansion. The sky was clear and clear, which was perfect for stargazing.

There was someone she wanted to see but couldn't find an excuse to meet, so she had no choice but to pin her thoughts on something. She chose the stars. On the dark night, there were so many stars, and every star could hear her silent thoughts.

That night, she watched the stars there as usual, and then she saw the lonely figure in the middle of the bridge not far away.

Natsuki could recognize the man who had been hiding in her heart all her life, even if it was just a vague shadow.

By the time she reacted, the man had already chased her to the bridge.

The two of them actually had nothing to say. After all, they were not familiar with each other and had only spent a few days together. They should not have developed such a deep bond.

At this time, the two people stood in the middle of the bridge, looking at each other without saying anything.

They both understand that the other party is here just to see them, but so what. Adults are cautious in their feelings, reserved and cautious. If one party shows a defensive posture, then the other party will automatically understand the subsequent direction.

Natsuki is a very smart woman. Even though she was stupid before, after many years of experience in the Daming Palace, she is no longer an innocent little girl.

She leaned on the railing on one side and said in a light and calm voice, "I have been fine these past years. As you can see, I have no injuries or illnesses, just like when I left."

This was the purpose of Madara's trip, knowing that she was fine, safe, uninjured, and free of illness was enough.

Natsuki smiled and said, "I feel relieved to see that you are fine too."

"Ah," Madara responded softly, without anything else to say. It turned out that he could really be so silent.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, taking Xiaozang with me. This time, with that child by my side, the journey will definitely not be lonely."

Tsunade's child is very noisy, so he will definitely not be lonely. Madara smiled, with a very faint smile.

Such a strange conversation, such sour happiness, Natsuki feels quite sad, but she also knows that even without Madara, she will still leave this time. Her dreams and pursuits prevent her from staying in one place for too long. There are so many The unknown is waiting for her, and there are so many injured patients waiting for her treatment.

This kind of thing is what she likes to do, and she thinks it is very meaningful. Compared with the small love between a man and a woman, this kind of thing seems to be more able to reflect her own value.

Without Senju Natsuki, without any woman by his side, Uchiha Madara would still be Uchiha Madara, a famous and feared ninja Shura.

Senju Natsuki is still Senju Natsuki without Uchiha Madara, a doctor who runs from one small battlefield to another, and from one village to another to save people.

Without each other, they are still themselves.

Ban is a pine tree standing on a cliff. It is not afraid of the cold and the hot, and is not afraid of wind and rain. It withstands the hustle and bustle of the past with its iron bones.

But Nayue is not a climbing flower, she never has been.

She understood him and he understood her.

Madara looked at Natsuki's figure leaning on the railing of the bridge for a long time. She was obviously weak and slender, but Madara always felt that she had the shoulders of a giant. Such a beautiful woman was once the person he was fascinated by. This feeling was really good.

For the first time, he felt proud of a woman.

People with similar minds don't need to say anything. They just stand there silently and know what each other wants to say. Therefore, they don't speak again. They stand side by side by the bridge and just stay there.

No one asked to leave first, no one even spoke again.

The night wind blew Natsuki's long hair, and the soft tips of her hair occasionally touched Madara's black uniform, and the smell of gardenia seemed to be there but not there.

They all know that if they say goodbye, they will never see each other again.

No one said goodbye, everything seemed to happen naturally. Natsuki turned around silently, and Madara took steps again clearly, and they walked towards their homes, walking opposite each other from the bridge.

Women and men are different. Women regard love as a necessity and treat it like life, while men regard love more as a luxury item that can be encountered but not sought. Luxury goods are different from necessities and are not necessary. things, so they won’t put too much thought into it.

Just as the two of them said the same thing and put each other down, Madara did it, but Natsuki didn't.

She was someone that Madara would only occasionally think of at certain times and in certain atmospheres. She might be different from other women, but the difference was not big.

But Madara is her insincere words and duplicity. She is the person she keeps saying to let go but thinks about him repeatedly in her heart. She will think of him when she sees the rain, she will think of him when she sees the snow, and she will think of him when she sees the shining stars. , I will still think of him when I see the bright moon.

But because she always thinks about one person repeatedly in her heart, Natsuki feels that this feeling is not bad. As long as she wants, she can immerse herself in the world she created. In this world, she is not alone. The person she met when she just became an adult The man will always be with her, and it is this spiritual victory method that she uses to get through difficult days one after another.

The smile on Natsuki's lips was naturally invisible to Madara. She could still see it once every few years. Compared with many people in this cruel ninja world, she was already too lucky.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the night sky, thinking that the gods were still kind to her.