Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Temporarily forgetting the bloody storm, forgetting his own identity, and forgetting everything those children who shouldn't be this age have endured.

Madara, he also wants to escape from his original world.

With his arms wrapped around his knees, he looked at the small purple flower in his hand in ecstasy.

The thumb and forefinger gently twist the flower stalk, and the purple petals spin quickly, leaving an afterimage, making it impossible to determine how many petals it has.

Kamui opened one eye to look at him.

As the elder brother among younger brothers, Madara is mostly quiet at home. He always behaves like an elder brother. He is silent and young, which is a bit boring.

Perhaps it was because of this that he liked to go to the Nanga River to play with Hashirama.

With Hashirama, he is no one's brother, and he doesn't have to set an example all the time.

He could temporarily give up his status as the eldest son of the family, and he could give up the shackles of the young patriarch of the Uchiha clan.

Just be himself, just Madara.

Life without restraints is free. Maybe he is greedy for that bit of freedom.

Now, Madara lowered his eyes and looked at the little flower in his hand, the corners of his beautiful mouth were curved just right, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the side of his face, as gentle as a puddle of water.

Kamui stared at his face at this moment, unable to connect him with the domineering middle-aged Uchiha Madara decades later.

Madara, it turns out that there are times when he is so gentle that no one can bear to disturb him.

The wind blew from the woods, and the coolness brought Madara back to his senses. He realized that Kamui had been staring at him, and he felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

He hid the little flower in his hand and his cheeks turned red.

Isn't it really strange that a ninja likes a flower swaying in the wind?

"Why are you looking at me like this?" he asked unnaturally while looking at the sea level.

Kamui curled his lips, it was because Madara had such an awkward and arrogant character that he was deceived by Black Zetsu later, right?

People with this kind of personality can easily go astray if there is no one around to help them.

This dishonest guy.

"Because my brother is good-looking," Kamui teased him deliberately.

Madara pursed his lips, his expression became much more natural, and he said: "In terms of good looks, among the five of us brothers, you are still the best looking, Kamui."

As he said this, Madara turned back and glanced at Kamui. He smiled, his eyebrows gentle, "Because Kamui is the only child who looks like his mother."

"looks like?"

Kamui looked at the blue sky and recalled his mother's appearance.

He said she was his mother, but deep down in his soul, this woman had nothing to do with him. Even though she was pretty good to him compared to his nominal father Tajima, Kamui still always ignored her.

After all, he was busy becoming stronger, not busy being a tailor.

Mother is the person Kamui once longed for, but later despaired of.

The numbness towards mothers in the real world is also brought here.

Now, if you think about your mother's appearance carefully, it is true that the one who looks most like her among the children is Kamui himself.

His mother was the most beautiful among the beauties of the Uchiha clan. He once suspected that Tajima was married because of his reputation.

The reason why Shenwei's birth is difficult to distinguish between male and female is probably because he inherited his mother's gentle and affectionate peach blossom eyes.

"Being good-looking is also an advantage for a man, isn't it said that beauty always has privileges?"

Kamui said with a smile, and Madara knew he was joking. In this era where hundreds of races are fighting, who cares about a face?

Being good-looking can sometimes be a burden, not necessarily a benefit.

However, Kamui's smile at this moment is really beautiful.

He has no desires or desires, as if he doesn’t want anything.

"Kamui, you... seem to have changed now."

Looking at Kamui's peaceful smiling face, Madara blurted out.

Kamui was startled, "Has it changed? What has it become?"

Madara thought for a while and said, "You haven't cried again for a long time."

cry?

Kamui looked at the sky in confusion, and after thinking hard for a while, he had to admit that Kamui in the past was indeed a crybaby.

He was in poor health and always had to drink various kinds of soups and medicines. Not only did those medicines have a strange smell but they were also very bitter. Every time he drank the medicine, it was painful. He held the bowl and forced himself to drink it, while crying. Wronged.

He would cry when bullied by boys in the clan. He did not dare to cry in front of his father and mother, and would hide in his room or in the corner of the backyard and cry.

When he cried, he just sobbed and did not dare to cry too loudly. Even so, whenever Madara was at home, he would still follow the cry to find him and wipe away his tears.

Madara never disliked him crying all over his face, nor did he dislike his nose and tears flowing together. Madara would wipe his tears and nose with the palm of his hand without even frowning.

Myoko and Togakure would tease him in a mean way, "My second brother always cries like a little girl. No wonder the children in the clan call him princess. It seems right."

Listening to the two of them stabbing people's lung tubes like this, Shenwei flattened his mouth, and the tears he held back filled his eyes again and fell down.

Every time at this time, Madara would glare at Togakure and Myoko, and the two cowards would immediately kneel down and apologize.

"Brother, we were wrong. We will never dare to say that again next time."

Thinking about it now, since he became a serious ninja, no one has ever called him Princess in Black.

Sure enough, no matter how big the eaves of others are, it is not as good as having a broken umbrella in your own hand.

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on anyone.

"In the past, I was really a crybaby."

Either Uchiha Kamui, or Kamui himself, did love to cry when he was a child. Thinking about it this way, it's not that he and he have no interaction at all.

Ever since he was thrown into the banyan garden, Shenwei has lived a difficult martial arts career.

Other children went to the kindergarten to sing, dance and play games, but he, a small one, could only follow the brothers who were many years older than him, listen to chickens, dance and do various exercises.

Later, when I grew older, I still practiced Qigong the same way during the day at school and after school.

At that time, my body was covered in bruises and old wounds followed by new ones.

When he was young, he would miss his mother because of the pain, and when he thought too hard, he would secretly shed tears.

Because I always think about it, I always cry.

If he is discovered by his senior brothers, they will make fun of him for being a crybaby.

Now, it won't be like this anymore. There is no one to miss him anymore, and there is no one to shed tears for.

What's more, he has grown up.

The day of the accident was his birthday and he became an adult.

Now, in this world, if there was anyone he cared about, it would be Madara and Izuna, but they would not let him be wronged again.

After thinking for a long time, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Kamui looked into Madara's dark eyes and smiled lightly: "If you don't feel wronged anymore, you won't cry again."

Seeing his bright and satisfied smile, Madara suddenly felt guilty.

He didn't dare to look at Shenwei's clean eyes anymore and lowered his head hastily.

Then I heard Shenwei yelling excitedly, "Look, the sun is about to fall into the sea."

At some point, Kamui sat up and looked at the horizon with excitement.

Madara followed his line of sight and saw that half of the setting sun, which looked like salted egg yolk, had sunk into the sea.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the sea surface with sparkling light, as if a god had knocked over the container holding gold foil.

The container overturned, and fine pieces of gold foil fell from the sky, all scattered on the sea surface. The gold foil like broken gold slowly floated on the sea surface with the ripples of the sea water, making people dizzy.

“I don’t know when it will be until the next time I see such a beautiful scenery again.”

The peak of prosperity must decline, the peak of things must reverse, the peak of happiness must arise...

After the excitement, he was disappointed and melancholy. Shenwei didn't know why he was like this. Facing such beautiful scenery, there was absolutely no need to be like this, but he couldn't help it.

Madara's warm palm fell on his shoulder, and he said: "We will see you again. From now on, my brother will accompany you."

Kamui turned to look at Madara's soft face and thought to himself, from now on, if you only think about how to lead Uchiha to survive in troubled times and how to defeat the Senju, how can you have time to watch the sunset with me as it falls into the sea?

"Really?"

"Yes, really." Madara nodded solemnly, "Let's bring Izuna with us."

Even if it's a lie, it feels good to be taken seriously.

He smiled and repeated in a low voice, "Then bring Quan Na with you."