Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

In the second half of the night, Kamui burned up again, and his whole body was in a state of confusion.

He was so cold that Madara had no choice but to wrap him up in his robe and then hug him tightly.

Kamui's high fever pulled Madara out of his self-blame, guilt and depression.

A person with a high fever couldn't sleep at all. He was trapped in Madara's arms, his limbs tightly wrapped in Madara's robe, like a little baby wrapped in a blanket.

Madara was very worried about him and would test his forehead with the back of his hand from time to time, but there was no antipyretic medicine here.

After a while, Madara called Kamui's name worriedly, fearing that he would faint from burning.

Kamui didn't have much energy, but he had to respond to him.

"Divine power?"

"……Um?"

Hearing that Kamui could still respond, Madara felt a little relieved.

Madara looked at his younger brother in his arms, his fair face turned crimson. He could not help but frown from time to time. Just by looking at him, he knew he was sad.

In fact, Kamui has not been sick for a long time. Ever since the battle with the Kaguya clan that year, he has no longer been sick...

Thinking of this, Madara frowned suddenly and glanced down. He stared at Kamui's face, trying very hard to find something on it.

However, it was all in vain, everything was the same as before.

The previous brother's health was really bad and he would fall ill from time to time and take medicine.

The medicines were bitter and unpleasant, and he couldn't take them.

When he is sick, he will be bedridden. No matter how beautiful the scenery outside is, it has nothing to do with him.

"Brother, will I die early if I look like this?"

This was said by Shenwei when he was ill one time. He was still so small, lying on the quilt, but his eyes were yearning for the spring outside the window.

Kamui and Madara were only one year apart, and when Madara happened to pass by his parents' room, he heard his mother complaining about his father.

At that time, the Uchiha clan had just suffered a lot of defeats, killing and wounding many clan members, and even the daimyo who hired them at the time was dissatisfied.

In order to reproduce the population, the mother had another child almost two months after giving birth to Madara, and this child was Kamui.

At that time, the mother was in very poor health. She was pregnant and had baby spots, and life was very difficult.

Later, Shenwei was born less than a month old. The doctor said that the child's body was too weak and there was not enough in the womb, so he might not be able to live long enough.

When Kamui was born, he was no bigger than a kitten and was so frail that his parents were prepared for him to die at any time.

But the kid survived in the end.

Madara felt sad when he thought that his gentle and kind brother might die at any time. Even though Kamui was much stronger now, he still had that worry occasionally.

When thinking of this, Madara couldn't help but tighten his arms, as if if he hugged him tighter, the God of Death would not snatch his brother away.

In his ears, he could hear Kamui's heavy breathing caused by high fever. His lips began to become chapped and peeled, and his face became increasingly red.

"Well..." An uncontrollable moan of pain escaped from his throat.

Madara stared at his face and saw Kamui slowly opening his eyes.

He seemed to be smiling, and his consciousness was not so clear that his eyes were blurred.

"You're holding me so tight, I can't breathe, Madara."

Hearing what Kamui said, Madara quickly relaxed a little and said uneasily: "But you said it was cold. How is it? Are you feeling better now?"

Kamui wanted to nod, but found that his head was so dizzy that he was not allowed to move at all.

"Ah," the voice was still awful, and he didn't know if he could be cured if he returned to his clan.

It doesn't matter anymore. As a man, it doesn't matter whether your voice sounds good or not. The last word is your ability.

However, he suddenly thought of Tobirama.

They haven't seen each other for a long time, and they didn't tell him how long he would be gone before setting off. Would he still wait in the woods by the Nanga River like a fool?

If your voice is broken, how can you trick him with a clip sound?

Shenwei smiled self-deprecatingly. At this time, it's hard to say whether he will live or die, so why would he miss others?

"Madara, I'm so thirsty."

Not only was he thirsty, but Madara himself was also thirsty.

Doing the math, they haven't had any water for nearly a day.

In this way, Madara remembered that after the rain stopped, when he was in a daze outside, he vaguely seemed to hear the sound of running water.

At that time, he was too sad about the death of Guozi Lian, so he didn't care about that. Now that he thinks about it, the sound of running water is not too far away from here, maybe...

Thinking of this, Madara finally felt a little relieved. He wrapped Kamui tightly and carefully placed it on the ground.

He warned: "Just wait here for me. I'll go out and look for water to see if I can find water."

Kamui said nothing and seemed to have fallen asleep in a daze.

Madara didn't stick to his answer and limped out.

He listened carefully to the direction of the sound of running water, but fortunately it was not too far away from here.

No matter how hard he tried to condense fire-attribute chakra into illuminating his fingertips, it was all in vain, and he probably understood why.

He followed the sound of deep and shallow feet, and finally found the source of water.

The water seeps out from between the rock walls and is underground water. In such an ancient forest, this water is very clean and is generally drinkable.

Madara couldn't care less. If he didn't drink, he would probably die of thirst, and he didn't want to die of thirst.

A container of water was simply surrounded by leaves the size of a Uchiwa fan. After Madara finished drinking, he took some back to Kamui.

The cool and sweet mountain spring water brought a bit of relief to Shenwei who had a high fever. The mucous membrane in his mouth was finally moist after being soaked in water, and the pain in his throat was relieved a lot.

Kamui opened his eyes again. This time, his eyes were much clearer, and he finally regained some consciousness.

"Madara, I won't die here, will I?"

This is saying...

Madara stared at Kamui for a while, and showed his first smile after the storm.

He fiddled with Shenwei's sweaty forehead, tucked them behind his ears, and said softly: "You always asked me this in the past, but you see, you still live well until now, so Shenwei, you will be fine. "

"Really?"

"Well," Spotted Head said, "Brother won't let anything happen to you. You have to believe me."

"Well, I believe you," Shenwei said weakly, not in good spirits, "No matter what the reason is, you must always be so kind to me, brother."

After calling his brother this time, Kamui felt his nose was sore.

Physical pain is overshadowed by psychological pleasure.

It was too late for him to realize the kindness between relatives, but it seemed not too late.

He couldn't explain the feeling, but he liked it.

"Okay, I've always been so good to you." After a pause, Ban smiled a little reluctantly, "So, you must get better. It's just a fever. You will be fine."

Whether it's comfort or fact, Divine Power is very useful.

He finally found someone in this world who sincerely hoped that he would not die. It turned out that there were still people who valued him and cared about him.

[Uchiha Kamui, you must live up to your expectations in this body. I still want to live a little longer. 】

Kamui said with a smile in his heart.