Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

In the mourning hall, all the people paying condolences had gone back, only Madara and Izuna were still kneeling there stubbornly.

The crybaby Izuna has been crying since the day his mother passed away. A few days have passed, and now his eyes are red and swollen, as dry as if a handful of sand has been sprinkled in them, and there are no more tears to flow.

At the age of 12, he began to understand that crying could not solve any problems at all.

Even if his eyes were blinded by crying, his gentle and loving mother would never come back, nor would she hold him in her arms and caress him again and again, nor would she say, why is my Quan Nai so cute?

All the good things came to nothing.

Madara has been very silent these days. He didn't cry or shed a single tear. He always adhered to the eldest son's demeanor and etiquette.

Quan Nai felt that his brother was cold-blooded for a few seconds, but he knew that his brother was not that kind of cold-blooded person.

Tajima had already told them to go to the training ground quickly. They would be fighting Senju again soon, so they couldn't slack off at all.

But this time, Madara disobeyed Tajima's wishes. He seemed not to hear it and knelt motionless in front of his mother's portrait, stubborn and stubborn.

Seeing that he could not be persuaded and knowing his son's personality, Tajima was angry for a while and left.

There was no one else in the mourning hall except the two brothers. The sunlight did not shine here, making it look a little dark.

"Izuna," Madara called him, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse due to lack of water, "You go back and have a rest. After you have rested, go to the training ground."

"What about you, brother?"

"Me?" Madara was stunned, "I will go if I stay for a while."

Quan Nai always listens to his brother. He does whatever his brother tells him to do. Although he wants to accompany his brother, he is obedient when his brother asks him to go back.

Izuna has also left, leaving Madara alone here.

The mourning hall was empty, just like his heart at the moment.

Only then did he raise his head and look at his smiling mother in the photo frame.

"I'm sorry, mother..." He choked and didn't know what to say.

It wasn't until a year ago that my mother finally found out where Kamui was. She had a big fight with her father, Tajima, and has been bedridden ever since.

Ever since Madara could remember, he had never seen a gentle mother so angry. She was like a lioness who lost her cub, and she went crazy.

She grabbed her father's lapel and questioned him, asking him why he sent away the frail and sick child she had raised for so many years.

She muttered repeatedly, "Why him, why is this happening? You clearly know his condition, you clearly know the proton's fate..."

Tajima couldn't reply at all when faced with his wife's accusations. He was worthy of Uchiha people, old and young, but he was only sorry for his close friends and his wife, and for Kamui and his wife.

He can't feel sorry for any of these four people.

"How do you want me to face Nobuhiko and Guren when I die?"

His wife's fist was not heavy, but it hurt Tajima. Later he realized that it was not physical pain, but mental pain.

They found various reasons to hide it from their wives, and even used the magic of transformation, but paper could not cover the fire, it only depended on how long it would take to burn through the outer layer.

Facing the hysterical venting against the silent Menglu, Lingluo was finally defeated.

Tajima had never seen such a look in the other person's eyes, and despair became child's play in front of such eyes.

Putting her hand on Tajima's chest, she suddenly laughed, tears welling up in her eyes, but she was too stubborn to let them fall.

"I shouldn't have let him be some ninja, I should have kept him with me like I did before. It's all my fault."

This time, Tajima was really anxious. He grabbed Ling's wrist and took the blame on himself again and again, "It's my fault, it's all my fault. You're right. Don't think too much. Kamui will be fine." Yes, I promise you."

When you are anxious, you can tell any kind of lies. The wife shook her head, "You are the leader of the clan. You must consider the clan first in everything. You are right. It was me who was wrong. I was wrong."

From that day on, Lingling never said a word to Tajima.

The feeling of a loving couple turning into something stranger than strangers is disorienting.

When Madara thought about how his mother had spent every day in regret and guilt over the past year, he felt that he was also part of this mistake.

If he is strong enough, so strong that he does not need to take painstaking planning, does not need to worry about the power of other families, or in other words, can have the right to speak and veto his father's decision.

This will prevent several people from being injured at the same time.

He supported the ground with one hand and covered his chest with the other hand, feeling sad and wanting to die.

He and Shenwei had grown up together since childhood, had eaten the same bowl of rice, had been hugged by their mother and slept in the same bed, and had been through life and death.

To him, Kamui was no different from other brothers, and he didn't feel alienated or selfish because he wasn't related by blood.

He treated him as a brother and wanted to ask him countless times, but he didn't dare to know whether he was doing well there.

His teeth were biting his lips tightly, and he didn't make any sound even with tears streaming down his face.

He once told Hashirama that his dream was to protect the two brothers who were still alive.

But now, what exactly has he done?

The dream never came true, and he became his father's accomplice.

"Kamui," Madara called Kamui's name repeatedly, "Kamui, how are you now?"

Not good, not good at all.

Finally, his stomach couldn't bear the long-term abuse. Kamui held his stomach in pain and broke into a cold sweat under the quilt.

In the morning, when the uncle came to deliver food, he told the other party that he needed medicine to treat stomachache and could not delay it any longer. The other party agreed very well and probably turned around and forgot about it.

Until noon, no one brought it to him.

He suddenly thought of Yuri Ringo, one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen. The woman known as Kirigakure's genius ninja died of illness, right?

After all, ninjas are also human beings. No matter how powerful a ninja is, it is not uncommon for him to die no matter how he gets sick.

And will he die of stomach pain?

The intense pain was very draining of energy. After Shenwei endured the pain again and again, he felt as if his whole body had been washed with water.

After such a long time, he once again saw the red spitting out of his mouth.

Stomach cramps came in waves, along with vomiting and blood.

He had no strength to go out and ask for help, as if he saw the God of Death waving at him, but why was the God of Death so young, not wearing a black robe, and not even holding a sickle.

"Shenwei, Shenwei?" The God of Death called his name anxiously, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him desperately.

The powerless eyes gradually focused, and he had to work very hard to clearly identify the person in front of him.

The other person's expression was anxious and fearful, and those worries were not adulterated at all.

"Hinata...Asuka..." He looked at it for a long time before confirming the other person's identity.

"What's wrong with you? Are you suffering from food poisoning?" Seeing the vomit next to him and the blood in the vomit, Hinata Asuka's first reaction was food poisoning. He had never had stomach pain before, so he didn't have this option in his mind.

Even though Kamui has always given people a feeling of weakness, his face has never looked so ugly. There is a bit of sallowness in the pale color, but there is no trace of blood, and the sweaty hair is stuck to him one by one. His forehead and cheeks were so miserable that he still had the slightest trace of a gentle and jade-like young master.

Putting his hands firmly on his stomach, Kamui muttered half-deadly: "Maybe... maybe he's going to die."

Hinata Asuka was so angry with him that he didn't care about being dirty. He lifted Kamui up and leaned in his arms to prevent him from choking on his own vomit. "You can still joke, which means you won't die soon." "

The trembling Shenwei raised his face and looked at him. The young man frowned and his face was cold, but the anxiety between his brows clearly betrayed his heart.

This is a good boy, Kamui thought.

Freeing up one hand to grab Hinata Asuka's shirt, Kamui buried his face in it.

When asking for help, I always feel that I have no face. Covering it up like this will make my self-esteem much better.

Isn't it a shame to ask for help from someone who is unwilling and afraid to get close to you?

But even if it is a shame, Shenwei can't control that much. The suffering he has suffered has not been doubled, all his expectations have not been fulfilled, and he is still nostalgic for this world.

Hatred is hard to get rid of, it is also a kind of obsession and nostalgia.

His voice trembled with pain, and he clutched the clothes in his hands.

"Good boy, help me."