[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

Madara didn't ask her again if she wanted to leave with him.

After just a simple night's rest, he hurriedly took her out of the hotel. After running all the way, he came to a cold and dark cave.

As soon as she entered the hole, she crossed her arms and sneezed hard.

"It's so cold here." She took the cloak from Madara and wrapped it tightly around her body, trembling as she looked at the bottom of the deep cave, "Do we really have to live in a place like this for a long time?"

Madara stared thoughtfully at the stone wall behind her, not knowing whether he was looking at her or thinking about something else.

"I have known you for so many years, and I know your character very well." He laughed softly, "You are stupid, timid, and extremely squeamish. Now that you have chosen to follow me, how will you face it? What about all this, Riru."

Even though he knew she was such a troublesome woman, he still couldn't do anything about her.

It's not like he hasn't thought about her.

After Izuna died, the same scars were deeply burned into the hearts of both of them. From then on, Riru relied on him even more. The tacit understanding between him and Quan Na seems to extend to her. Sometimes, she can immediately understand what he means without saying anything.

A closer connection than before is deeply entangled between them, and they seem to be suffering from a mental trauma called "Quenna". The two people left behind can only lick each other's wounds in the darkness.

The cold touch slid up the back of his hand, and the familiar hand was slowly clasping into his.

In the darkness, her hand held his.

"Don't underestimate people..." Her voice was slightly trembling because of the cold in the cave, "Anyway, wouldn't it be too worthless to run away without giving it a try?"

"……Humph."

In the underground world where only two people existed, he grabbed the hand and gently held it back.

"I won't wait for you," he said.

>>>

Living in the dark underground world, the passage of time becomes unreal.

In the first days, in order to dispel the cold and dampness in the cave, the two of them slept skin-to-skin each night, hugging each other.

Not necessarily every night. Madara was completely obsessed with Hashirama's power. He cut off part of Hashirama's flesh and transplanted it into his own wound, while the rest was preserved for research. It was impossible to distinguish between day and night in the cave. If Sasami hadn't been feeling sleepy, Madara might have completely forgotten about sleep.

——As Izuna said, Madara is indeed a guy who doesn’t pay much attention to rest.

In order to save her hair and to prevent Madara, who has abundant hair, from turning into an old Mediterranean man, she shouldered the heavy responsibility of dragging him away to sleep every day.

Madara completely became an underground otaku, and after a while, Sasami couldn't bear it anymore.

She left the cave and went to a nearby town to purchase many daily necessities, and spent the entire day tinkering in a daze. When Madara came back to his senses from the ocean between Hashirama, the empty cave was not only filled with a lot of space, but also a kingsize bed was put in.

Pink! Almost overwhelmed by puppets! big bed!

Liru stood at the edge of the bed, patted the soft mattress with satisfaction, and said, "This is a bedding that has become popular recently. What do you think? Come and try it out?"

"..."

...No way.

Looking at her silently, Madara stretched out his hand to form a seal with no expression on his face: "Fire Release·Hao Huo Mie——"

"Shh." She put her index finger against his lips and said with a smile, "This is too much. Even if you do something unknown to a piece of meat every day, I have never said a word to you. Oops, are you not willing to tolerate me at all?"

Intercepted by her movement, not only was he not angry, but he raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

"With your strength, there is no need for me to take it seriously. Speaking of which, when did your teleportation technique become so fast, Riru."

"This kind of thing doesn't matter..."

She retracted her finger, put it to her lips and closed it gently, curling her lips mischievously, "...I only need to sleep on it once, and I guarantee you will fall in love with it, right?"

The beautifully shaped lips opened and closed before his eyes, and he couldn't help but reach out to lift her chin.

"...Did you use new lipstick again?" There was some confusion in his voice.

Not only is it new lipstick, but she also seems to have added new incense. She was in such a hurry when she left the village that the smell on her clothes had already dissipated completely, but now there was a faint fragrance of lilies.

His eyes fell on her brand-new onyx two-color kapok yukata, and he sighed, "You really gained a lot from your trip."

"You didn't think about these things at all." She shrugged.

The hot breaths intertwined, and the lips and teeth intertwined, and all the lipstick she had just applied was wiped off.

"Let me check your study progress."

While speaking serious words, his hands reached behind her and took off her belt.

Therefore, the pink kingsize bed finally survived.

>>>

The years passed by like a turbulent tide.

The reason why Sasami discovered this was mainly because of Madara's changes. Unconsciously, wrinkles appeared on his face, and he looked very gloomy and serious, looking more and more like an unpleasant, smelly old man.

She would occasionally tease him: "In a few years, will I have to call you 'Grandpa Madara'?"

"Grandpa Madara" grabbed her wrist and sneered disdainfully.

"Even if you live to be one hundred and twenty years old, you still can't defeat me." He raised his chin arrogantly, with the look of his youth flashing in his eyes, "You are still at the level of a toddler."

This sentence was finally confirmed.

As he grows older, the path that Madara has been pursuing finally opens to him.

——He awakened the samsara eye.

When his reincarnation eye was opened, a vague black shadow claiming to be his will appeared in the cave. Sasami had never met him, but Madara seemed to be very familiar with him, and he didn't know what the two of them said. Madara thought for a while and then used the psychic technique.

A huge, ugly creature descended into the cave.

"This is the Heretic Golem." Madara explained to her in a horrified tone, "It is necessary to realize my plan."

The black shadow seemed to look at her, then turned to Madara and asked: "You actually kept her until now, Madara."

Hearing this, Madara lowered his eyes, and there was a bit of sharpness in his lowered gaze.

"...It doesn't matter." He said, "She will not betray me."

Two eyes focused on her, with an indifferent look on her face, and she nodded firmly.

——That’s weird, no matter what you want to do, I will never let you succeed.

The mature and cold-hearted adult concealed the anger that surged in his heart again, but the indifferent expression on his face remained unchanged.

The black figure laughed "Jie Jie Jie" again, as if he had seen through her plan, and said in a mysterious tone: "Women are very fickle. You will never guess what lies beneath their innocent appearance." With some shady plan..."

"..."

"The most shameful thing is you, a despicable person like a shadow." She retorted calmly.

As time goes by, Madara's body becomes weaker and weaker day by day, reaching the point where he needs to be connected to the heretic demon to maintain his life.

He cultivated the meat in the outside demon image, and with the participation of the black shadow, he created a product called "White Jue".

Apart from being a bit noisy, Bai Jue is basically a very considerate android, he is even very polite and knows how to respect the elderly.

They once curiously asked Sasami: "What is your relationship with Madara?"

"I," she said with a wicked smile, as if she was playing a prank, "I am his little granddaughter."

She waved her hand to signal the enthusiastic Bai Jue people to quiet down, and then choreographed:

"How can Grandpa Madara, who is ill-tempered and unloved, live without a cute little granddaughter?" She quietly glanced at Madara sleeping behind her, covered half of her mouth with her hand, and said cautiously.

"Riru."

As soon as he finished speaking, Madara behind him seemed to wake up.

His weathered voice had become hoarse and dull, no longer as majestic and powerful as when he was young, but it still reminded her of him in his prime.

"Now there is something I need you to do for me..."