[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

Madara and Izuna left their clan in early autumn, and until the fallen maple leaves turned the pond in the courtyard into a red hill, there was no news of their return from the battlefield.

After the war started, the clan land was mostly empty. Even the young man who singed her hair with fire escape joined the queue of soldiers early and left happily under the worried eyes of the Jianbing couple.

People seem to have long been accustomed to war and separation.

For the child, this is a sign of truly growing into a man; while for his parents, this is a big gamble, a fate that cannot be grasped, and a "goodbye" that may never be seen again.

...Madara and Hashirama will also feel sad about this, right?

She squatted down in a daze and picked up a crimson leaf from the ground.

Before they left, the Uchiha elders visited her once in private. They regarded her as Madara's lover, and unceremoniously complained about her various shortcomings and how she was not compatible with Madara, and wanted to send her away.

This confused her but also made her feel a little funny.

——It’s okay to let me go, but why don’t you ask Kanban if he agrees?

Sasami pretended not to have heard all kinds of criticisms like this. As an idol, being too glass-hearted will only make you angry until you explode... So whatever, just be happy and be done with it.

Until Izuna came after hearing the news and showed the only pair of Mangekyō Sharingan in the world, the elders pushed me and I pushed you, no one dared to say a word, and they obediently allowed him to lead her away. .

"They didn't dare to preach to me and my brother, so they had to find you and talk nonsense." Quan Nai rubbed his forehead with a headache. He had enough things to do, and every time a retired elderly man did something, it always made him feel uncomfortable. Said violent thoughts.

No matter what happens to this kind of thing, just shut up first. If we don’t hurry up, when will the next time we meet——

He stood behind Li Ru, his hands wrapped around the slender and graceful waist like wicker, and reluctantly buried it in the long silky hair.

"...If I grow it longer, I'll definitely be as beautiful as Kaguya."

She picked up a tuft of hair, swept the ends of her hair doubtfully, and answered strangely, "I've never had it cut."

In the courtyard where there were only two people, the fallen leaves that had drifted into the wall were blown by the wind, making a crisp sound. Quan Nai held her and turned around in the courtyard. The yellowish leaves fell on his head. He poked a hole in the middle with his finger and looked at her face through the hole with a smile.

"Oh, I really can't do anything about you. Izuna is still a child after all." She laughed.

Quan Nai occasionally shows his childish side in front of her. Considering his age, he is indeed qualified to do so. The feeling of being relied on was very helpful to her. She stood on tiptoes and wanted to touch the top of Quan Nai's head, but he pulled her away with evil intention, causing her whole body to fall into his arms.

"At my age, many people have become fathers." He buried his head in her neck and said somewhat dullly.

Izuna's facial lines are not as sharp as Madara's, but more handsome and soft, making people fall in love with her at first sight. Sasami felt it was a bit too much to ask such a delicate young man to learn to be a father...

Aren't children the most terrifying thing in the world?

She couldn't hold it back, burst out laughing and said, "That way there will be annoying little devils chasing you and burning your hair with fire escape."

"No." Quan Na rubbed her neck and said affectionately: "I will train his character and teach him how to be a ninja... By then, we have won the war, and he will also There is no need to pick up a knife to avenge the dead tribesmen."

His voice gradually dropped, sinking gloomily into the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

"...There will definitely come a day."

The arms wrapped around her waist slowly tightened.

"Whether it's my brother or my child, I will..."

>>>

The war lasted all autumn.

When the first snow of winter fell, Madara and Izuna finally led their tribesmen to appear at the edge of the forest. They stepped solemnly through the pure white snow, leaving behind a trail of blood-stained footprints.

The people who came back alive also failed to bring back good news: just like the ending of every war, the war only stopped temporarily, and there was no winner or loser.

Among the returning crowd, Sasami first found Madara and Izuna - they were walking at the front, surrounded by their own clansmen, and could be seen at a glance; the second thing she found was the boy who had singed her hair. He lowered his head, looking rather pitiful at a loss.

"Hey, kid." She wanted to rub his head like last time, but he avoided her.

Madara over there had noticed her and waved to her to follow. Seeing that she was still standing blankly, he stepped forward impatiently and took her hand.

"Go back, Riru."

"……I see."

After this war, both Madara and Izuna suffered wounds of various sizes, and there were two more wounded people at home. Sasami was too embarrassed to be lazy as usual, so she had to rush to take care of them.

No matter in this world or that world, she has never done anything like this.

Madara has long been used to getting hurt, and he doesn't think these are big things that need to be done for him. Just seeing her clumsily learning to change dressings and doing housework, I suddenly felt that there was some long-lost human touch in the house.

Is this what it feels like to have a woman take care of the house? This looks pretty good...

Like a married middle-aged man, he calmly relaxed his tense nerves, waited for his virtuous wife to prepare the meal, and began to close his eyes and rest.

Before his unrealistic fantasy could be realized, a burning smell from the kitchen seeped into his dream. He shuddered and suddenly woke up.

"Eh? Isn't that how you cook fish?!"

I don’t know what happened in the kitchen. I only heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, the collision of pots and pans, and the fussy cry for help from the “virtuous wife” in the kitchen.

"The pot, the pot is on fire!!"

He sighed deeply, feeling that he was one step closer to the exhausted middle-aged man, "...Liru, put down the pot, it's me."