Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Hey, father?

Madara shut up instantly. He looked at Natsuki's smiling face with some surprise. He had never thought about his father's identity...

Natsuki didn't dwell on this question. She looked into the distance and asked, "Madara, where are you going next?"

Madara put away the surprised expression on his face and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Just...go there."

Madara took Natsuki to the back mountain of Konoha. There was a valley not far from the shrine. The terrain here was relatively flat and there was a cool stream flowing through it.

In summer, this place is the most beautiful, with a carpet of goosefoot in full bloom, green leaves and pure white flowers, delicate but beautiful.

Madara bent down and put down Natsuki in his arms, and said to her, "This is a secret base that I accidentally discovered. It's very beautiful and quiet, right?"

Natsuki also liked this place very much. She ran to the stream. The stream was clear and cold. Several smooth stones lay in the stream in an orderly manner, forming a natural bridge.

The woman held the hem of her skirt with both hands and jumped on the rocks to the other side.

Madara was looking at her seriously from behind.

There is no telling when such a beautiful woman will leave this world.

He felt uncomfortable in his heart.

In this valley that was as quiet as a paradise, Natsuki spent the happiest time in her life.

Beautiful scenery, beloved man, slow down time.

The two people sat side by side on the grass, surrounded by butterflies, their wings fluttering and resting on the stamens of the goosefoot.

Even though her spirits improved and she had walked so much, Natsuki's body still felt tired.

Madara silently leaned next to Natsuki, who looked at his side face with some confusion.

The man's lips were pursed into a tight line. After feeling that the woman beside him did not understand his intentions, Madara's face turned red. He whispered: "I will lend you my shoulder to lean on..."

After finishing speaking, he felt that such words were too straightforward, so he added, "If you feel tired."

Natsuki couldn't help but laugh. She stopped squirming and gently rested her head on Madara's shoulder.

It turns out that this is how it feels to lean on the shoulder of the man you love, very peaceful and happy.

If they meet again after parting in the cave, can they realize and extend this happiness? Do they not have to wait until now?

When I think that this kind of happiness is very short-lived, so short-lived that it is fleeting, when I think that my life has no turning point and has come to an end.

Thinking of this, my nasal cavity became sour.

Natsuki didn't want to cry, but the tears had a will of their own and fell silently from her eyes.

"Blade, thank you."

Madara's eyes kept looking into the distance. He heard her thanks, but felt that he was not in a position to accept it.

If it weren't for herself, this woman probably wouldn't have left Konoha and wandered from village to village.

Even if he knew that she was not a high-flying flower, even if he knew that she was as strong as a big tree, Ban still felt a little guilty.

This kind of self-blame has nothing to do with facts, but everything to do with your own heart.

"This time, I really have no regrets. I saw the man in the cave again, from the end to the beginning."

"Nayue..."

Raising her hands to wipe away her tears, Natsuki smiled happily and said in a brisk tone, "Madara, if you can, give me a flower from time to time. Any flower will do, I won't pick it."

"……it is good."

"If you happen to be free, go see me, talk to me, whatever."

"it is good."

"Then...I feel a little tired and I want to take a nap."

"it is good……"

No matter what she said, he said yes.

Even if she said she wanted a meteorite from the sky, he would suck it to her without hesitation.

But she didn't, she didn't hate herself. Even at this time, her requests were just the simplest things.

The warm sunshine shone on them, but it did not warm them.

Madara felt that his hands and feet were cold, and his whole body felt chilly, even the woman leaning on his shoulder.

As time passed, Madara tentatively called her name, but no one answered him.

After several attempts, he suddenly understood.

He turned his head and looked at the woman's face. There was a faint happy-looking smile on her pale and bloodless face, and her life was fixed in this smile.

Madara raised his head and looked at the clouds in the sky. The clouds were floating lightly and freely in the sky.

He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was feeling at this moment. It was very complicated and difficult to describe.

However, he knew that this was the beginning of farewell. He didn’t know how many years in the future he might be saying goodbye to others, or others might be saying goodbye to him.

Isn't that what life is like? Walk a journey, see a journey, say goodbye to a journey, and give up a journey.

Natsuki's funeral was very simple, with only members of the Senju family attending.

Tobirama no longer cried like a child. Without his sister, he was no longer a child.

"Has Madara not arrived yet?" Mito asked Hashirama in a low voice.

Hashirama looked around again, but still didn't see that familiar figure.

He could only shake his head.

Mito felt a little regretful, "I still thought he would come to see my sister off on her last journey."

Looking at the tombstone, Hashirama shook his head and said, "He has already sent me this last journey."

In the tailor shop in the shopping street, Madara, dressed in black, stood there silently.

The owner of the tailor shop became nervous when he saw him. He neatly put Natsuki's cheongsam into a bag and handed it to Madara. He was afraid that if he was a step too late, Madara would demolish his shop.

"I did it as quickly as possible. Although the speed was fast, every stitch and thread were not sloppy. The lady has such a good figure, she will definitely look good in it."

Madara stared blankly at the paper bag in his hand, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

His eyes moved and he lost his voice: "She will never have the chance to wear it again."

When Madara carried the cheongsam to the cemetery, all the people attending the funeral had gone back, leaving only Kagura and Tobirama.

Both of them looked strange when they saw Madara. Tobirama watched Madara put the paper bag containing the cheongsam in front of the monument with cold eyes. The anger that had been suppressed seemed to have found an outlet at this moment.

He rushed over and swung his fist with great force towards Madara's right cheek accurately.

Madara was not someone who would just stand there and take a beating. He turned slightly and hid.

"Why do you do so much for her if you don't like her? Why do you provoke her if you don't like her? I always thought that my sister didn't want to stay in the village because she had a grudge against me and Anika. Now I understand , she is avoiding you!"

"..."

"If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have dragged her outside until she completely collapsed. It's all because of you..."

"Tobirama!" Kagura took Tobirama's arm to stop him from talking any more.

Madara accepted all Tobirama's accusations and accusations against him without a word of defense for himself.

No one else would understand the relationship between him and Natsuki, right?

Madara left the cemetery silently without even saying a word.

Tobirama felt like he was going crazy. He sat down in front of the tombstone dejectedly. His crimson eyes seemed to be bleeding at this moment.

Kagura knelt down in front of him, looking at him with eyes that were not only sad but also distressed.

She reached out and hugged him, and she could feel Tobirama's body trembling slightly.

Again and again, her hands gently patted his back to comfort him.

"In emotional matters, outsiders have no position to interfere."

Why didn't Tobirama understand what Kagura said? No one has to respond to another person's confession. If you are condemned just because you don't respond, what is the difference between this and moral kidnapping?

Madara did nothing wrong, he has the right to choose whether to love or not.

Tobirama understood this truth, but he was so sad that he lost his mind.

Although these words are a bit inhumane and too cold-blooded now, Kagura feels that Tobirama still has to know.

"Tobirama, this is just the beginning."

The man's face turned pale instantly as he leaned on Kagura's shoulder.

He heard Kagura continue: "So Tobirama, you have to get used to it."

How can we make it a habit to never talk about death?

He can't.

He has a hot heart.