Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Now, in the orange candlelight, Madara was squatting in front of Kamui.

The raindrops fell on the ground from their soaked clothes, and in a short time they gathered into a small puddle.

There was a strong wind outside the wooden house. In addition to the sound of rain, there was also the sound of branches rubbing against each other, giving people the illusion that they would break and fall to the ground at any time.

Madara raised his hand, but when it came close to Kamui, he suddenly stopped and took it back.

"The clothes are soaked. If you keep wearing them like this, you will get sick."

Kamui listened blankly, and it took him a long time to understand what the subtext of Madara's words was.

"Can I take it off?" After waiting for a long time and seeing Kamui just looking at him without making any move, Madara finally couldn't help asking.

Kamui raised his arm hesitantly. After the muscles were extremely tense and then relaxed, they now had no strength at all.

Soft and soft, like heavy noodles.

Madara knew this was going to be the case. He pursed his lips and looked into Kamui's eyes with twinkling eyes. His voice was as low as it could be, as loud as the rain outside the house.

He said: "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything rude. I just help you take off your wet clothes. Remember, Shenwei?"

The current Shenwei has just experienced a high degree of mental tension, and any deviant behavior may cause him to feel uneasy and disgusted.

Madara could only confirm again and again and show enough patience and gentleness that Kamui could tell that it was him and not that beast of the Hyuga family.

He took off his soaked robe and threw it in the corner. Madara put the clean yukata on Kamui before tucking him into the thin quilt.

Kamui has been trembling slightly, and he doesn't know whether it is caused by psychological trauma or physical damage caused by the cold rain.

Even though he was wrapped in a quilt, Kamui was still shaking. Madara looked at him for a while, then turned around and took his own quilt and pressed it on top of that layer of quilt.

He had no quilt to cover him, so after changing into a clean yukata, he could only lie like that on his own mattress next to him.

This is destined to be another sleepless night, and no one can sleep peacefully on such a night.

Kamui would be unable to sleep because of fear, and Madara would be the one keeping vigil for him.

After every lightning that goes and comes back, cover Shenwei's ears so that he doesn't have to worry about thunder exploding in his ears.

In the second half of the night, the heavy rain finally subsided, and the showers turned into a gentle drizzle. The raindrops hit the roof steadily, ding-ding-dong-dong.

The two people didn't know when the thunder sounded for the first time, but they were close to each other, and then they didn't separate again.

The trembling becomes weaker, and the effect of being held in someone's arms when you are scared is worth a thousand words.

This time Shenwei regained consciousness faster than in the past, which was a good thing in the eyes of the two people.

Madara was very pleased, and his voice sounded softly above Kamui's head.

"This time, you didn't shout or twitch, and the duration was shorter than before. This is progress."

Kamui listened quietly and turned over in his arms, leaving only his back.

This matter can almost be called Kamui's only weakness. Thinking of Hyuga Morning Light's persecution of him, Kamui only felt that the idea he gave Hinata Asuka was a great one.

Let them fall into the hereditary system, let them never emerge as ninjas who may make a storm in the ninja world, let them separate their families and die in the pedantic system with the clan in their arms.

Let him have the title of a famous family, but in fact it is nothing. Take away all the possibilities of most of them and wipe them out, leaving only the losers of the clan.

This is revenge against Hyuga Morning Light, revenge against Hyuga Asuka, and revenge against Hyuga as a whole.

He was thinking, if the weather had been like this when he rushed to Hinata last time, would he have killed Hinata before Madara?

"In the future, you will only perform better than you did today. I have full confidence in you."

In fact, in Madara's heart, it didn't matter what Kamui looked like, even if he bit his wrist until it was bloody and bloody like before.

After all, how many days in a year do thunderstorms only occur?

But Madara knew that this was Kamui's heart disease and what he considered to be a stain in his life.

He even suspected that the reason why Kamui was indifferent to the feelings of men or women was because he couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

Without mentioning the divine power, he could only speculate on his own.

Madara's hand covered Kamui's arm, he patted it gently, and spoke comforting words to Kamui in the gentlest voice.

Such a gentle voice rarely appeared in Uchiha Madara's mouth. Kamui's eyes moved, and finally he lay down.

"Are you really going to keep guarding me?" Kamui asked, looking into Madara's eyes.

Madara looked startled, perhaps thinking of something, and nodded slightly.

"Always watching over you."

The two of them suddenly seemed like they were children again.

When I was a child, no matter who was wronged, the other person would always be able to give me a hug, a gentle hug, and gentle comfort. Although he was a small person, he was full of power.

They supported each other along the way, like mountaineers working together. One of them would always feel exhausted first, but the other would never leave his teammates behind.

They supported each other and cheered each other on, as they did before, and they will do so in the future.

When Kamui covered his ears in the rain, his eyes widened in fear, Madara now replays it in his mind as soon as he closes his eyes.

Forcing a person into such a situation, what kind of person is Hinata Morning Light?

He really wanted to catch that guy back from the Pure Land, torture him over and over again, and make him suffer.

With his brows furrowed tightly, Madara felt sorry for Kamui and resented Hinata for causing everything.

He almost gritted his teeth and patted Shenwei's arm angrily. While he was trying to suppress his anger, he was thinking more about how to comfort the people around him as much as possible.

Kamui did not push his hand away. At this time, after being away from fear and regaining his consciousness, he actually wanted to find a large and warm embrace to lean against and find some comfort.

He has always maintained the mentality of a child. When a child is wronged, he will immediately want to find his mother, throw himself into her arms and be comforted by gentle words and be comforted.

He would occasionally get this kind of treatment before he was five years old. I don't know if it's because he has a particularly good memory, or if it's because he got so little that he remembers it for so long.

My mother's scented arms and her hands caressing my back are still fresh in my memory.

Later, he suffered a lot of grievances and longed for the comfort of warm embrace and soft words, but he never got it again.

As if acting on instinct, Kamui turned his head and got into Madara's arms, wrapping his arms tightly around Madara's back and burying his face in his chest.

"Even if I am a bad person, will you still protect me?"

Madara was stunned. This was the first time that Kamui took the initiative to get close to him. Kamui huddled in his arms. This sudden closeness made Madara's mind go blank for a moment.

The resentment on his face and the anger in his heart disappeared together, and his five senses blocked out the sounds of the outside world.

He could no longer hear the faint thunder in the distance, nor could he hear the sound of rain hitting the eaves outside the wooden house.

All he could hear in his ears was Kamui's suppressed breathing and the beating of his heart in his chest.

He had fantasized about being close to Kamui countless times, but never thought it would be at this time.

Maybe it’s easier to get closer to people when they are weak, but he is a divine power. The fragile divine power is like a hedgehog with thorns all over its body. Only when the thorns are smoothed out one by one will the inside be exposed. A fragile heart.

The hand patting Shenwei's arm slowly stopped, and following suit, he hugged the other person tightly back.