Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

The house that Madara lives in is very small. It only has a bed and a table, plus some other sundries. It is so stuffed that you can see the head at a glance.

It is indeed a bit difficult to say that it is difficult.

Hashirama looked left and right. He was very dissatisfied. It was too simple. How could anyone live there?

When he was living comfortably in Konoha, his best friend Madara lived in a place like this. Just imagining it made Hashirama extremely uncomfortable. He turned to look at the expressionless Madara, his mouth pursed in sadness.

"Don't cry!" Madara yelled again, "Who wants your sympathy!"

"Madara, come back to the village with me. The Uchiha people will be very happy if they know that you are not dead. After all, they even rushed to buy the picture book with your friendly appearance, which shows that they have a deep feeling for you. "

Will the tribesmen be happy? They obviously abandoned me and chose the village, so how can they be happy that the person who once wanted to destroy the village is still alive?

Just, wait a moment——

"Drawing notebook?" Madara frowned. He had never heard of it. When had he ever left the country for such a thing?

"I drew it, I drew it!" Kagura volunteered over there and raised her hand.

Do you want to tell him that in the drawing book she drew, Madara is a jealous and awkward little wife? Forget it, after all, she has been sitting and drawing all year round, and her cervical and lumbar spine are not very good, so she can't dance anymore. .

Only then did Madara notice Kagura. Although she was dressed in men's clothing, she could tell at a glance that she was a woman. What was going on?

"Hashirama you..." He looked at Kagura and then at Hashirama, with an expression of disbelief, as if to say, we haven't seen each other for more than a year, and you have learned a bad lesson.

"Are you cheating?"

"...?"

"...?"

Kagura and Hashirama looked at each other, confused.

"Hehehe, that is to say, sometimes people's brain circuits don't have to be so strange." Kagura laughed a few times.

"Ah, you misunderstood. This is the person Tobirama likes, and they happened to go out of the village together."

The name Tobirama is simply taboo here in Madara, and just hearing the name brings murderous intent. He quickly looked at Kagura. If his eyes were sharp, Kagura might be stabbed like a hedgehog.

"I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense." Shrinking at the door, Kagura broke out in a cold sweat, but then she thought of her immortality, and she was no longer afraid in an instant. Even if she was killed, she could still live. She was afraid of him What to do?

The waist suddenly became straight, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

Look at the two people in the room.

"Have you lived in a place like this for more than a year?" Hashirama looked around again. How could Madara live in such a suffocating size that he couldn't even stretch his long legs?

"You don't care how long I stay."

"Why do you live here, just to avoid me?"

"You have so many problems." Standing opposite, Madara clasped his hands on his chest and raised his chin as he stared at Hashirama. He was obviously 6.1 centimeters shorter than the other person, but his aura was so powerful that he seemed to be six meters taller than Hashirama.

"I need to care about you, huh~" Hashirama curled his lips and his eyes immediately noticed the few green vegetables in Madara's hand. He and Kagura had been on the road for the past two days. There were no people on the road, so they picked some wild fruits. To satisfy my hunger, now that I saw the green vegetables, my hunger was instantly aroused, and my stomach made a few untimely rumbles.

Hashirama looked at Madara embarrassedly, and saw Madara's brows gradually tightening.

"that……"

"Don't think about it!"

duang~

Got hit again.

"I'm so hungry. I haven't had a good meal for two or three days. I'm so hungry and my stomach hurts. I don't have high requirements. As long as I have cooked vegetables, even rice and miso soup are enough. I have no extravagant hopes, let alone wild boar meat and hare meat." His eyes kept glancing at the game hanging on the wall, but he pretended not to see it and continued to mutter in a depressed voice, "I just want to have a simple meal. Rice, oh no, it’s just some vegetables. I don’t know other people’s friends, and I don’t know what my fate is. Why are my friends so heartless? They can refuse me cruelly even though I’m about to starve to death..."

Visible to the naked eye, Madara's brows were almost twisted into knots, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably. He couldn't bear it and stopped Hashirama from continuing to ramble.

"To shut up!"

He stopped instantly, but looked at Madara with a resentful look, like a puppy that was afraid of being abandoned by its owner. Looking at him like this, Madara really remembered a dog he once raised, that dog was fighting with the Hagoromo clan. Died during the battle...

"Oh -" He let out a helpless breath, and Madara's expression was finally no longer so ferocious and indifferent. Facing Hashirama, he always had nothing to do with him. He had been like this since he was a child. He knew that he was soft-hearted and that's why he was so unscrupulous, right?

After the anger dissipated, Madara was still the best friend Hashirama knew best. Hashirama was very happy, smiling like a child at Madara, showing his big white teeth.

Seeing that the green vegetables in his hand had been chewed up and couldn't be eaten, Madara sighed and walked towards the vegetable patch outside the house. When he passed the door, he couldn't help but look at Kagura, which was completely different from the way he looked at Hashirama. It was as if he was looking at a very annoying enemy.

This sense of oppression made Kagura excited, and she thought to herself, is this the murderous aura of Shura in the ninja world?

Compared with Madara, the pressure Tobirama had exerted on him before was nothing at all.

Madara opened his mouth to say something vicious, but after thinking about it, he decided not to. It was not his style to express anger.

He stopped looking at Kagura, turned around and continued walking towards the vegetable field. After walking a few steps, he said to her: "How can you have food while standing there stupidly? Go steam the rice!"

He actually ordered her to do work. What kind of hospitality is this?

Kagura wailed in her heart.

Well, that's if they count as guests.

"What about him?" Kagura pointed to Hashirama who was sitting there resting in the room and asked Madara unwillingly, "Why don't you let him work?"

"Me?" Hashirama pointed to himself, "In the past, when we went out to do missions together, Madara was the one who did it. I don't know how."

Black-bone mackerel-_-||!

With his back to Kagura, he frowned slightly. Apart from his stronger martial arts, Hashirama was average in other aspects. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he could not take care of himself without the help of his family. When he did not have a family, he had his younger brother to take care of him. , after getting married, how could he do this with his wife taking care of him.

However, he didn't want to say too much to Kagura, so he ignored her accusation, pretended not to hear it, and went to the vegetable patch.

When three people eat, they will definitely have to pull out more than when they eat by themselves. This time, Madara told himself to control his strength and not let that guy Hashirama laugh at him anymore.

The vegetable patch in front of his house was cultivated by Madara after he escaped from Konoha and came here. At that time, it was just a piece of soil covered with weeds. After more than a year of hard work, the vegetables are growing pretty well. At least it's enough to satisfy one's hunger.

Bok choy, winter melon, cabbage, and spinach are all seasonal vegetables. I got some of them one by one. The potatoes harvested in the summer were in the basket in the corner of the house, and Ban also took out a few.

Remove the damaged leaves and roots from the green vegetables, peel and cut the winter melon into cubes, and wash the potatoes with water to remove the dirt.Looking at these vegetables, Madara was thinking about how to cook them. When he is alone, he can boil them with water and eat them. If Hashirama also eats them...

He turned his head and glanced at Hashirama. That guy's tastes were a little more picky than his own.

For spinach, just blanch it in boiling water and then stir-fry it. For the bok choy... stir-fry it too. Cut the cabbage into shreds and sprinkle it with soy sauce and eat it raw. For winter melon, add water to stew it and add some miso to it to make miso soup. As for the potatoes, , just throw it into the rice steamer, steam it and eat it.

Banpan calculated well, so let’s throw the potatoes into the steamer first.

Opening the lid, Madara grabbed a few potatoes and was about to throw them in. Kagura, who was watching the fire, jumped up and grabbed his wrist - "What are you going to do!"

Looking at the hand holding his wrist, Madara frowned and replied: "Steamed potatoes."

"..."

Kagura was stunned, eh, it's not like steaming potatoes is bad, it's just... I can't tell what's weird about it.

"I want to eat spicy and sour potato shreds." I didn't know when Hashirama had arrived at the door, squatting there and looking at the two of them.

Spot's eyebrows were raised and he said angrily: "What are spicy and sour potato shreds? I don't know how to make them. I can't eat them if I like them."

"She will," Madara stretched out a finger and followed the direction he pointed to and saw Kagura with an unknown expression, and a question mark slowly appeared above his head.

"She is known as the God of Cooking in Konoha and can cook all kinds of delicious food. Believe me, you will also like her food after eating it." After saying that, he turned his eyes to Kagura and held the hand in his hand. Together, like a cat begging for dried fish, he said, "I'll give it to you for this meal, Kagura-san."

A drop of sweat slowly fell from the side of his forehead.

Kagura:...?