[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

"..."

Tobirama didn't answer. As an enemy, he had no reason to show mercy to her at that time, and it was definitely not her turn to be a victim. Thinking of this, he immediately felt confident, crossed his arms and stared at the other party coldly.

"Isn't Hashirama here?" Seeing that he didn't reply, Sasami poked her head in and asked doubtfully: "Madara is the same as Hashirama, but why can't he find anyone?"

What on earth is she here for? Snooping for information? Or is her ability related to this?

Tobirama's mind was flooded with endless conspiracy theories again.

He moved his body, blocking her sight with his tall body, and pretended to cough deeply, "You came all the way here, what's the matter with you?"

In his memory, the other party was still as stupid as if he would be frightened into tears if he made the slightest move. Besides that, the sentence "I want to try what it feels like to be killed by you" was still fresh in his memory but he couldn't figure it out.

His attitude was really bad, and Sasami curled her lips secretly, planning to take a small revenge on him.

"Of course it's because Hashirama did something unforgivable to me." She also pretended to be serious.

She has crawled back to the human world twice from the end of reincarnation. Once she was a stranger, and the second time she was familiar with it. The fear Senju Tobirama once caused her has become a dark history that cannot be looked back on. Who is she trying to scare with this aggressive look now?

Reminiscent of the scene of kissing goodbye in the rain a few years ago, as if the two channels of Ren and Du were opened, Tobirama was shocked and quickly figured out the key.

No wonder all the requests for marriage in the past few years have been rejected by the eldest brother. The reason turned out to be...

Before he could think of what kind of expression he should keep facing the other person, Sasami looked up and stared into his red eyes, tilting her head indifferently and confusedly.

"That's too much. Hashirama must have taken Madara away." She pressed her stomach pretendingly, "No one cooked for me, I'm so hungry."

Then what do you think when you look at me, do you want me to compensate you for a meal on behalf of my elder brother? !

Although he complained like this in his heart, it was indeed his original plan to keep the other party. After a moment of silence, he pretended to be helpless and stood up, putting her into the room.

Until he took off his apron, Tobirama didn't understand how all this happened.

It was obvious that not long ago they were fighting swords on the battlefield, and even the wound he had given her had just healed, but the other party actually entered the house and started eating.

While eating, I kept hating it. The miso soup was too bland and the pickled radish didn't pick up the flavor. How big of a nerve do you have? Are you not worried about being poisoned by me? !

Tobirama's unmoving face was filled with the same tiredness as when facing his elder brother.

After eating and drinking, Sasami stroked her slightly bulging belly with satisfaction, glanced around, and was slightly surprised, "Hashirama is really not here...?"

"..."

Tobirama didn't reply. His eyes were firmly fixed on her belly, and he even detected a trace of magical maternal love from her actions just now. It was as if ten thousand prolapsed nine-tails were whizzing past his mind, and he was a little frightened: What step had the eldest brother achieved?

If you have children, there is nothing you can do.

How come the cabbages in my own field were taken away by wild boars in the mountains?

"My eldest brother..." He hesitated and opened his mouth.

"Ah, we haven't seen each other for many years." Sasami said with some nostalgia, her eyes drifting into the distance.

Then your old relationship rekindled really quickly?

"What on earth are you..." Tobirama suppressed the desire to complain, and endured the humiliation to find out the truth behind his words.

"You're still far behind, Senju... Tobirama-kun."

Tobirama's words were interrupted again, and he stopped a little uneasily. As his eyes moved, the slender red eyes at the top of his eyes locked her pupils.

But Sasami didn't care whether he was happy or not, rather her original intention was to make him unhappy.

"Your accuracy is really bad. Not only did you not kill me, but you also caused me a lot of suffering for no reason." She grabbed his hand and pressed it on the newly healed wound, her tone changed. It has to be a little dangerous.

"...Have you figured out how to make it up to me, you old boy?"

"Tobirama! I'm back!"

At this critical moment, with a shout coming from the door, Hashirama, who smelled of alcohol, took off his shoes and entered the house with a reluctant Uchiha Madara, and immediately met the two people in the house. .

……

Silence is tonight's battlefield rose.

"Yo, Hashirama."

One of the parties involved waved his hand perfunctorily.

"Yo, Sasami."

Hashirama also waved his hand stupidly, and the next second he realized something was wrong, and looked at his brother's (forced) hand on the other's chest with wide eyes.

His drunkenness was suddenly shaken out of his mind.

"Tobirama, what are you doing?!"

"Brother, what did you do again?!"

The two questions were issued at almost the same time and landed at the same time. Before the two of them could debate a specific answer, Uchiha Madara stood at the door with a dark face, gritting his teeth and spit out her name: "Riru——"

...something is seriously wrong.

"I-I'm going home! Good night everyone!"

Seeing that Madara was really angry, she immediately pounced on him, grabbed his sleeve and ran away quickly.

Hashirama was left with an innocent look on his face. In the so-called confused state after sobering up, he saw his brother's gloomy face as black as the bottom of a pot, as if he wanted to kill him to sacrifice to heaven.

"Brother, tell me in detail what good things you have done recently..."

>>>

Walking side by side on the dark street, Sasami carefully observed Madara's face under the bright moonlight at night.

He still has that unruly long hair. Unlike Hashirama's smooth black hair, his hair texture looks a little prickly. Under the long hair that spreads out, there is a profile similar to that of Izuna. He also has handsome features and delicate eyebrows, but because of his gloomy and gloomy temperament, he looks both unpredictable and dangerous.

"Are you angry, Madara?" she asked.

"..." He turned his head and deliberately did not look at her face. After a brief silence, he still said: "No."

Sasami, who had lived with him for several years, was completely used to this level of quarrel. She opened her eyes wide and shook his arm, "Really?"

"Ah."

Even though you said "yes" nicely, the unhappy expression on your face suggested that you just didn't care.

She laughed helplessly, crossed her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear: "Why are you still acting like a child, Madara."

"...In a few years, I will be old enough to be your father."

He said somewhat dullly.

"Do you also care about such a thing?" She hung on him like a koala, separated a lock of hair and scratched his ears, "In my eyes, you are still the same as those beside the Nanhe River. He looks like a young man."

Only at this time will his body show some characteristics similar to those in his youth. For Madara, who was usually serious and gloomy, such an unexpected display of contrasting cuteness was a bit foul, and she couldn't help but want to pat him on the head.

"The process was a bit tortuous, but as I expected, my boyhood dream has come true." She added with a smile.

Madara raised his head and looked at the quiet night sky. The mist in the evening had dissipated, revealing a deep night. The low-hanging star curtain seemed to be within reach, and among the shining stars, the only moon was hanging high and lonely. This is a view that anyone can share tonight.

After giving up almost everything, Hashirama and his dream are shining brightly in this land.

Under this situation, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"Riru." He said, "Do you want to come with me -"

"No."

She replied simply, and then asked jokingly, "Are you planning to propose to me?"

"...No, that's not the case."

He really wanted to say that, but it was too embarrassing to be discovered, not to mention she rejected him decisively... So why did she refuse? !

"That's why I said, you are still a child who has not grown up." As if she had seen through what he was thinking, she pursed her lips and said in a daze: "It's like a child playing house. A mature and cold-hearted adult won't do that. People who care about this kind of thing.”

"What misunderstanding do you have about a 'mature and cold-hearted adult'..." Madara finally couldn't help but speak out.

Although he likes to call himself a "mature and cold-hearted adult," this guy is a complete fool with an immature mind in every aspect. Madara sometimes couldn't figure out the logic of her actions, but he couldn't bear to argue with her, so he could only turn his head away and pretend that nothing happened.

"Oh, why are you angry again?"

She tugged on his ears and realized that he had made up his mind to ignore her. She walked around in front of him, held his cheeks in her hands, put the tip of her nose against the tip of her nose, and stared deeply into his eyes. .

"I will continue to look at you, and you will continue to look at me. This is the only thing that will not change," she said.

……well.

Being deceived by her superficial appearance, now I can only reap the consequences, with all my sighs and persuasion buried deep in my heart. Fortunately, the Spring of Peace has arrived, and they should have a long, long time left.

"...Go back." He said.

"Oops, my legs hurt so much. I can't walk."

"You are such a troublesome woman..."

The silver moonlight covered the entire street, and the shadows of the two people gradually melted into the endless moonlight.