Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

"Thank you."

After looking at each other for a long time, Kamui lowered his head silently and uttered these three words in a muffled voice.

Ban looked at his red eyes in surprise, not knowing how to respond to his thanks, because he didn't feel that he had done anything that required his thanks.

This is different. After peeking into Madara's memory, I found that he did not abandon him and then ignore him like his parents did.

Madara was different. He never forgot himself for a moment. Everything he did told him that he cared about himself.

For Kamui, who has never experienced the concern of his family and is regarded as superfluous or even an obstacle to his parents' happiness in life, Madara's care and concern for him are like medicine on the wound.

He has not been betrayed or abandoned. There is not a moment when the person in front of him does not want to take him back.

His right hand suddenly pressed on Madara's chest. Through the thin clothing and warm flesh and blood, he felt the beating heart, and his own heart recovered from being deceived by Hyuga Asuka. Some warmth.

In fact, he never wanted to live in hatred for others, he wanted to live in love.

The more you have nothing, the more you want something. The more you want something but can't get it, the more you pretend not to want it.

No matter what kind of love it was, Kamui never got it in the past, so he brainwashed himself that he didn't have it because he didn't want it.

As his body slowly leaned down, Madara felt his body sink, and Kamui's entire face was buried in his chest.

He looked stupidly at the tent above his head, feeling the weight on his body. This weight was very regular, just shrinking on his chest, motionless.

He heard Kamui sniffing, and belatedly realized that this guy was crying.

The big hand hesitantly fell on Shenwei's back and the back of his head, stroking his long hair to comfort him again and again.

Kamui's hands grasped Madara's clothes tightly, and he thought that if Madara asked him if he cried at this time, he would refuse to admit it just like Madara had done several times in the past.

However, until his emotions had almost calmed down, Madara didn't ask a question, and just silently stroked his hair and back, providing silent companionship and comfort.

Kamui quietly raised his face to look at Madara and found that he was looking at him with a smile.

There were probably tears on his face, and his eyes were probably red. Kamui was a little embarrassed. A manly man always felt a little embarrassed after being witnessed crying.

"No one says you can't cry when you grow up, right?"

Just like no one stipulates that men can’t eat snacks and women can’t smoke and drink.

"I don't know about other people. Many things... I don't know. At least I, and at least Izuna, both of us will never abandon you, ever."

"..."

"I am no longer the weak Uchiha Madara I used to be. No one or anything will force me to make a choice anymore. There is nothing worth trading for you. This is true for Izuna and it is true for you."

"spot……"

Madara continued: "What you said last time was wrong. Although we are not related by blood, in my heart, you and Izuna have always been equally important. You sit on opposite ends of the scale. It is a straight line. There is no comparison. The other one is heavy, can you understand what I say?"

His Kamui has long since become sensitive and suspicious. If he doesn't take advantage of this time to let him understand his own heart and let him understand his weight in his heart, he may always have a thorn in his heart.

Madara figured this out later.

"I will do everything I can to help you realize your dream. The three of us will always be a family and will be together."

"forever?"

"Yeah," Spot nodded, "forever."

Kamui lowered his head again and rubbed Madara's chest, feeling the warmth of his palm.

At this moment, he felt like he had returned to when he was five or six years old. The abandoned child had found an embrace willing to accommodate him. After traveling through space, time and years, someone wiped away the tears flowing on the child's face and gave him The security he wanted.

Kamui told himself to immerse himself in this tenderness for the time being. Treat these words as Madara said to him, not because he occupied Kamui Uchiha's body.

He suddenly felt like a lowly thief, pretending to be Uchiha Kamui, and stealing Madara's kindness to the original owner.

He felt like a clown with his face covered in oil paint, stealing the love that didn't belong to him, and deceiving himself and others to the point where he could lie for even one second.

Kamui, he actually looks down on himself like this.

After his mood completely calmed down, Kamui got up from Madara's chest a little embarrassed.

There were faint wet marks on the dark colored uniform, which were the uncontrollable tears of Shenwei.

"Ahem," he coughed twice awkwardly and quickly looked away.

After noticing what he was looking at, Madara lowered his eyes and then smiled.

He doesn't care about this.

"It's getting late, are you feeling hungry?" Madara asked him, changing the subject.

He didn't feel it at first, but after Madara asked, Kamui touched his stomach, and he did feel a little hungry.

After simply eating something, the sun gradually set in the west, and the light in the tent also dimmed little by little.

Seeing that it would be completely dark in another hour, Madara gritted his teeth and asked whether Kamui would never return to the Hyuga clan.

But to his surprise, Kamui still wanted to go back.

"Why, you clearly know that guy..."

Kamui nodded and returned to his usual appearance, with a fake smile, cold and indifferent, like a handful of mountain spring water, cold and cold.

"This is a matter between him and me. I have my own plans."

Kamui had already said this, and Madara couldn't say anything else, but there was still some disappointment.

It had been a long time since they had spent time together. The last time they had a quick gathering by the Nanhe River was only two hours.

I originally thought that after meeting Kamui here today, Kamui would refuse to go back to the Hyuga tribe after knowing who Asuka Hyuga was, so that they could stay together all night.

It doesn't matter if you sleep and rest, or if you don't sleep and just chat, it's just good to be together.

But Shenwei insisted on going back.

Kamui stood up and adjusted his clothes. Madara knew that he was leaving.

"Shenwei," he called Shenwei somewhat eagerly.

The unparalleledly handsome man turned around, and he was in a good mood. He always had a smile on his face, and even the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with warm smiles, making him appear as gentle as water.

"No matter what happens, don't use that power. If you are in danger, just ask the ninja cat to send me a message, and I will rush in to protect you."

Kamui smiled brilliantly, "I don't think I can use that ability to deal with Hinata."

As he spoke, he softened his tone, understanding what Madara was worried about.

He walked back, came to Madara's side, bent down slightly, and suddenly enveloped Madara in his shadow.

Madara raised his face and looked at him. His right eye was covered by his forehead, but the eye exposed was very beautiful.

"I'm very familiar with their ways, and I'm no longer the powerful person I was back then. They can't hurt me."

Seeing Madara's brows furrowed in worry, Kamui stretched out his index finger to lightly tap the center of his brows, and rubbed it very unceremoniously.

"I know, I know, I will let Man Yue follow me, just...pretend to be an ordinary cat. If there is danger, I will send it back to ask you as a 'rescue'. Do you feel at ease now?"

Madara pursed his lips and said nothing. From Kamui's point of view, this was a sign of peace of mind. At least he hadn't thought of anything to refute him yet.