[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

"You should call me...'Madara Uchiha'."

Under the cover of the mask, after he said these words in a voice similar to Madara, he sensed the same chakra in her body as the real Uchiha Madara, and fell silent for an instant.

——Madara, it’s you who caused the mess again!

——How many Uchiha Madaras are there in this world?

The man's eyes darkened slightly under the mask.

After failing to show off, Sasami could almost imagine how gloomy the man under the mask must be, and couldn't help but laugh happily.

"Oh, are you angry?" She said with a mysterious smile, and slowly stretched her hand to the back of his head, "It's just the legacy left to me by the unlovable Grandpa Madara. Of course, you are the only chosen heir. This What’s so delicious about growing vinegar?”

"..." Please shut up.

Suppressing his restless thoughts, he couldn't help but glance at her.

Over the years, his figure has become taller and taller, and he has grown from a green boy to a young man in his prime, but she still has the youthful appearance in the cave, exactly the same as the one in his memory.

Under her young and beautiful appearance, she may be the same age as Madara.

In this way, it would make sense if there was an ambiguous relationship between her and Madara.

"Since you and Madara have... that kind of relationship, I have something I need you to do." He grabbed the hand that was trying to pull the straps of his mask and said in a deep voice.

She tilted her head and asked doubtfully: "What is the relationship between me and Madara, and what does it have to do with helping you do things?"

"This is Madara's long-cherished wish." He seemed a little impatient, and his tone became unpredictable, "Since you can do that for him, it's just such a small thing, I guess you won't refuse."

He stared at the top of her head.

She seemed to accompany Madara through decades of underground life without seeing the light of day. Not only that, at the last moment of his life, she, who was still young and beautiful, actually chose to die with him.

He couldn't tell whether it was envy or sadness, but at this moment, Obito felt some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

——Being loved by her so strongly and decisively, Madara is not a lucky man.

He lowered his head and found that she was still looking at him with confusion on her face, and his tone softened again.

"I have investigated your upcoming itinerary. There are three more tours in the Land of Fire, including one in Konoha."

Raising his chin slightly, he said condescendingly: "You don't need to do anything extra, as long as you report the current situation of the Uchiha clan to me. In addition, pay special attention to Uchiha Shisui... and Uchiha Itachi."

When he said this, there was a hint of Uchiha Madara himself.

She couldn't help but shook her head again.

"Hey, did you hear that?" He was a little annoyed and touched her lightly.

"I heard it, Xiao Tao."

After coming back to her senses, with a teasing smile, she closed her lips and asked again: "Why, don't you correct me now that your name is Obito?"

"...Whatever you want." He said.

Under the bright light, he cast a dark shadow on her body.

She had just torn off one of her false eyelashes, and her eye makeup was already smudged, turning the area around her eyes black. In the shadow he gave her, the sequins on her face reflected a cold glimmer.

"—Ah Choo!"

Suddenly, she pulled out a piece of paper from the tissue box beside the dressing table, covered her nose and sneezed.

"You are not a child anymore, Xiaotao." Her voice seemed to be covered with a thin layer of fog, and she muttered angrily: "Sneaked in while I was changing clothes, and then caught me without any reason and said so many words. , don’t you think it’s too much?!”

The incandescent light above her head poured down on her body from top to bottom. Under the blazing white light, her skin color was almost transparent. The skin covered with foundation seemed to be covered with a layer of flocking, and large areas of skin were exposed on her back, arms and thighs. , almost made him a little... unbearable.

It was only then that he realized belatedly that the girl's clothes underneath him were quite thin, almost reaching the level of underwear.

Wait, he really didn't mean it...

Uchiha Obito, who had never seen the world, suddenly froze.

"..." He hesitated and opened his mouth, suddenly feeling a little lucky. With the mask blocking him, the other party couldn't see his current expression.

"...I'm waiting for news from you."

After saying these words, he hurriedly hid in the divine space.

Kamui is a good civilization, as for "Pretty Sister"...bye bye.

>>>

The moon is shining at the beginning, and the clouds are passing through.

The thin night mist enveloped the quiet streets, like a gentle and tranquil dream. Not far from the corner of the street, inside a door curtain that exuded soft light, there was the sound of talking and laughing from time to time.

Most people passing by were not surprised. Not to mention just chatting and laughing, in places like izakayas, it is common for people to have a disagreement after drinking and go out to have a fight.

On this night, several mainstays of Konoha Ninja Village gathered here to enjoy a rare drinking time.

"...Speaking of which, Hong, I remember you don't have any tasks scheduled for tomorrow, right?"

Sarutobi Asuma asked.

"Yeah, no."

Yuhi Hong covered her mouth and yawned, then filled up the wine glass and drank it in a bold gulp.

Asma took out two pieces of paper and looked at her face carefully, "In that case, do you want to go with me tomorrow..."

"What are you going to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden table made a heavy sound when something was knocked against it. The woman named "Hong" fell down on the table and fell asleep drunkenly.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, looked at each other, and they both saw a look of helplessness on each other's faces.

The next afternoon, when Kakashi Hatake came to the entrance of the stadium and lined up with a group of well-armed fans to check in and check in, he scratched his head in silence.

——The reason why things turned out like this was all Asuma’s fault.

The night before, after Kurenai passed out drunkenly at the wine table, Asuma decisively stuffed the tickets for the next day's performance into Kakashi's arms, firmly stating that he would show his manliness and take responsibility to take care of the unconscious child. The red of personnel.

Kakashi, who witnessed the great friendship between the two, had no choice but to walk home alone.

--Fine.

——You will get kicked by a donkey if you interrupt someone's love affair.

Kakashi has reached the age where he can legally buy "Intimate Paradise". Although his theoretical experience is very solid, he has always exuded the fragrance of a single among the crowd.

——Forgot to mention, in fact, he has been a loyal reader of the "Intimate Paradise" series since he was a minor.

Perhaps he found the most real and touching love in the world in a small book, and the beautiful women in the third dimension could not shake him at all. Looking at the fans around him holding up posters and support items, he pulled up his mask and stood further away in disgust.

"Oh, this is really..."

His eyes were lazy and there was an air of indifference in his voice.

On the stage in the distance, the spotlight has been turned on, and the red and white lights are flashing back and forth. The surrounding crowd has become restless, screaming and wavering.

When things got to this point, he couldn't help but regret it.

Just as he was wandering around in boredom, the sound of the electric guitar suddenly faded away. The small figure on the stage seemed to say something, and the clear and ear-piercing voice clearly lingered in everyone's ears through the amplification of the microphone.

Then, a beam of light hit him.

"——This lucky audience, please come on stage."

Under the envious and jealous eyes of all the fans, he was already breaking out in cold sweat.

"This...otherwise..." He waved his hand feebly.

"Luck cannot be transferred."

The fans around him looked at him even more enthusiastically, with a posture of "If you don't go up, we will lift you up."

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and step onto the stage.

It was only then that he was able to see the exact figure and face at close range.

It was a girl slightly younger than him, wearing an improved ninja costume that looked light and cute, looking at him with a smile.

"What do you wish for?" she asked.

"Ah, that's my wish." His eyes turned, and his mind was full of thoughts of getting rid of this and running away quickly, "Please sign your name for me."

As if she didn't expect that his wish would be so simple, the girl was stunned.

After groping up and down, she took out a lipstick from her arms and rolled out the vermilion paste.

"Sorry, I didn't bring a pen." She explained apologetically.

Before he could react to what the other party wanted to do, a slender but unexpectedly strong hand touched his shoulder with lightning speed.

In an instant, a somewhat brilliant, vermilion name was written on his back.

——Chun Qin.