Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

That night, in the private room of Konoha Izakaya, Hashirama was extremely drunk.

On the low table, white wine bottles were leaning one after another, and Hashirama was lying carelessly among the pile of wine bottles.

He was acting like a spoiled child, grabbing Madara's wrist and making sure to let him listen to his ramble.

Madara sat silently across from Hashirama. They had never been in a private room before drinking. This was the first time.

Come to think of it, Hashirama was extremely depressed. He knew that he would lose his composure when he was drunk, so he chose such a secluded room.

The drunk man couldn't control his strength well, Madara frowned slightly, and his wrist bones hurt as if they were about to be crushed by Hashirama.

But he didn't move, just sitting there like a mountain.

Hashirama was lying on the low table and talking intermittently about Natsuki. He was too drunk and couldn't speak clearly.

The words came out of his mouth sometimes clearly and sometimes vaguely, "Why, I don't understand... I am still alive and well, why does my sister just... my sister just..."

Madara's face was as gloomy as a cloud that could rain. He couldn't answer Hashirama. No matter what kind of physique a person has, as long as he has a human body, he will die one day. On this point, all living beings are truly equal.

But he can understand Hashirama's depression. At such an age in life, there will only be fewer and fewer relatives of the same generation.

If you're lucky, you won't have such pain as the first to leave, but as the last to leave, you will only have to endure the heart-breaking pain over and over again.

After talking a lot intermittently, the hand holding Madara's wrist gradually loosened its grip, and a faint sound of snoring came out.

Hashirama fell asleep.

While he was drinking himself, Madara poured himself a wine with a wine flask, and then drank it in silence.

They are similar in age, and Natsuki's imminent departure is like a wake-up call, forcing them to face this false body head-on.

No matter how young he looks, his actual age is not as good as his appearance.

When will my life end? This is unknown, but I always feel that I can see that day.

The window a few steps away was wide open, letting in the night breeze and moonlight.

Madara looked at the cold moonlight and moved his lips slightly.

"Hashirama, do me a favor." He said looking at the moonlight outside the window.

The man in front of him was really drunk and sleeping deeply, so he didn't respond to him.

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The weather has been not very good the past few days, either raining or cloudy.

However, today, it was a rare sunny day. Early in the morning, the sun jumped above the horizon, and its golden light shone on every part of Konoha.

Natsuki was in much better spirits than before, so Mito suggested going out for a walk.

"You will lose your energy if you stay in the room all the time. How about I find someone to take you out for a while? My sister has never taken a good look at Konoha, has she?"

Mito tried to look relaxed. She smiled and took out the most beautiful long dress from the closet for Natsuki. This was the last time Natsuki came back, she had someone make it for her.

"Take a good look at Konoha. This is the village that Hashirama and Tobirama have fought for their entire lives."

Natsuki looked outside the window and could see Shadow Rock in the distance through the courtyard wall, where the mugshots of her two younger brothers were engraved.

It was unreasonable to refuse Mito's kindness at this time. She nodded and finally said the word "ok".

She was willing to go out for a walk, and Mito was naturally happy. She diligently helped Natsuki comb her double ponytails, and also put on delicate makeup. The originally pale and haggard face became vivid and bright again because of the makeup. stand up.

In the living room, Hashirama waited there anxiously until Mito came out and nodded to him.

"Who is going to go out with me? If you don't go, it's just me..."

Hashirama smiled and told her not to worry about this, "Of course there will be the most suitable person to serve as a guide."

This was the first time Natsuki saw Madara after many years. He was standing under the hibiscus tree outside Hashirama's house.

Such a man with a gentle breeze and bright moon standing there with his hands folded across his chest, Natsuki could intuitively feel that he had been waiting here for a long time.

But...why is it Madara?

Natsuki looked at Hashirama and Mito in confusion, with gentle smiles on their faces.

Madara stood at the bottom of the steps and stretched out his hand to Natsuki.

The hands wearing black gloves were slender and beautiful, and a section of the white wrist peeked out from the robe, as white as porcelain.

"Come on, I'll show you around."

Natsuki watched in silence as Madara stretched out his hand, feeling a strange sadness surge in his heart.

After hesitating for a while, Natsuki gently placed her hand on Madara's. Half a century later, she held the hand of her beloved before she died.

As she had always known, the gods were kind to her.

Even if it's the only time, let yourself indulge yourself once.

The first time, definitely the first time, this was the first time for Konoha villagers to see the cold-faced Yama-like Madara leading a woman in the village.

Madara, who is handsome and has an aura of [-] meters, and a woman as gentle as water are walking hand in hand. The impact of this scene is no less than when I saw him and Hashirama transform into teenagers and dance kawaii dance. .

The gazes of those villagers were too naked, either openly or with sideways glances. Madara could feel it, but he turned a deaf ear to it, as if he couldn't see or feel it.

"Let me go, I can leave on my own." As a woman, Nayue is a bit thin-skinned after all.

"It doesn't matter. Just use me as a crutch. Don't worry about other people's eyes."

They walked through the shopping street, and Madara pointed to Natsuki the supermarket that was built a few years ago.

"This one is built with wooden beams by Hashirama, as is the one over there. Do you want to go to the game room and have a look?"

"it is good."

"Do you want to watch a movie and sing?"

"Alright."

"Do you have any jewelry that you like? Women all like jewelry."

"Then let's go have a look."

"Where are the clothes? Because of Kagura, where is the cheongsam that has been popular for a while. Do you want it?"

"Ah."

Natsuki never refuses Madara's kindness, and she tells herself over and over again that this is the last time, this is the only time, so just let yourself be wild.

At this age, she knew how to play slot machines for the first time. Although she was Hashirama's twin sister, Natsuki was much luckier than Hashirama, and she actually made a small profit when she left the arcade.

Natsuki used the money to buy two bottles of water, one for herself and the other...the other for Madara.

It was the first time she watched a comedy movie in the cinema that made her laugh out loud. She laughed regardless of the image. In the darkness, Madara felt inexplicably distressed watching her like this.

He was thinking that maybe being so cheerful and lively was Natsuki's original personality. The reason why he became always gentle, always smiling, always cautious, and prudent was probably because he stayed in Daming Mansion for a long time and developed another side to protect himself. A personality.

When he first met her in the cave, wasn't she very talkative? She kept chattering like a little sparrow.

Madara led her to experience many firsts, the first time she held up a microphone and stuttered out a song, the first time she got a hairpin from a loved one, and the first time she stood in a tailor shop. Li made a cheongsam.

"Put off the others and do this one first."

Although the people in the tailor shop were embarrassed, they looked at Madara's serious face and did not dare to say the word of rejection.

After leaving the tailor shop, Ban said softly: "It should be ready soon. I will come to pick it up for you when the time comes."

Saying the most touching words with an expressionless face, Natsuki looked at him and laughed after a while.

"Yes," she nodded, feeling as sweet as honey in her heart.

Madara is indeed a very good guide, taking Natsuki to one place after another.

By the Nanhe River, they saw small crabs crawling around on the shallow river bottom, fish chasing each other, and water plants swaying.

They sat in the small square and watched the children playing kicking the can, Madara pointed to one of the children with silver hair and a mask and said to Natsuki, "That is Joruri's son. I always feel that Joruri is still a child." , you see, her children are so old now."

"That is to say, we are all old..."

Madara didn't know how to respond to her words for a moment. After thinking about it, he pointed to Natsuki the boy wearing goggles who was running around the place and was out of breath.

"As for this, I'm raising him. Although I'm not sure if I can raise him to be an excellent ninja, but... he will eventually become a good boy."

After Natsuki glanced at the boy for a few times, she moved her gaze to Madara's face, watching Madara shyly talk to her about the child. Such Madara was something Natsuki could not imagine in the past.

Looking at him for a long time, Natsuki laughed and said, "Madara, you might be able to become a very good father."