Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Kamui looked away and looked ahead. Uchiha Harumi was more than ten meters away from them. From here, he could see the opponent's back.

"I won't lie to you again."

"Ha~" Kamui smiled.

The sun was dazzling, and he squinted his eyes. Even if there was no emotion in his peach petal-like eyes, the viewer could still see a trace of emotion.

"If there is another situation where I need to send someone away, you will definitely send me away and choose me without hesitation..."

"That won't happen again."

Shenwei curled up his lips, unwilling to listen to his nonsense.

"We don't have that kind of blood relationship. In your heart, Quan Nai and I are different."

Shenwei's words were empty and faint, revealing despair and coldness.

Madara's heart was tugging at him again. It was easy to be completely disappointed with someone, but it was extremely difficult to get a completely disappointed person to trust him again.

"In my heart, you are no different from Quan Nai. I really treat you as a brother. Ever since I was a child, I have never felt that you were an outsider."

"Half-brothers?" Kamui sneered, "How dare you say that, Uchiha Madara, tell your own conscience, no one will believe you."

Madara's steps were a little messy, and Kamui seemed not to notice it, and continued: "Don't deceive yourself, there is no absolute fairness in this world, even the human heart is on the left side."

"How can I be the same as Quan Nai? In the past, I actually believed your words and imagined that you could treat us equally. Hmm~ It's really ridiculous."

Madara was speechless. No matter how much he said, it was of no use. Trust is not built overnight, but it only takes one thing to collapse. And rebuilding trust is ten times more difficult than establishing it for the first time.

The hand that gripped Shenwei's wrist tightened a little. He had never been one to speak quickly.

Kamui will always understand this.

After the three of them hurried back to Uchiha, Madara sent Kamui directly back to the other hospital, completely ignoring his father's request to see Kamui first.

Kamui didn't say anything, since Madara was willing to bear everything, he was also happy to see it happen.

He didn't bother to care about the conflicts between his biological father and his son because of him, an outsider.

Four years, four whole years.

Kamui once again stepped into the other courtyard and once again came to the room where he had lived for a long time.

He looked at this strange yet familiar place, and strange emotions welled up in his heart.

It seemed like he had gone home, but it seemed like he hadn't.

As soon as Ashue learned that Shenwei was back, she ran to the room in the other courtyard to see him. When she saw the bandage wrapped around Shenwei's forehead, the tears that Ashue had held back for a long time finally burst out of her eyes.

Shenwei was held in her arms, and Ashue cried very sadly, saying some words that he couldn't quite understand while crying.

The last time he was held in the arms of a female elder was when he was five years old. Before sending him to his master's banyan garden, his mother hugged him. No one has held him since then.

Kamui stiffened up and was hugged by Ashue. He was not used to being so close to people, but the other person was the Ashue who used to take care of his daily life, the Ashue who followed Aunt Lingluo.

I don't know how long I cried before Ashue let go of her arms.

She looked at Shenwei with distress in her eyes.

He raised his hand to touch Kamui's forehead, but Kamui dodged it without leaving a trace.

"How did you get hurt?" she asked with a choked voice.

Shenwei didn't know how to tell her. At this time, it was most appropriate to tell a white lie, "I accidentally broke it."

"You have lost a lot of weight and your complexion is not good. Also, Madara said you were injured. Is it just your forehead, or..."

Shenwei was still wearing the black cloak. After the blood dried, it turned into dark red. This color can be well hidden on the black and cannot be seen without looking carefully.

Kamui didn't intend to hide it from her. He raised his hand to lift up his cloak and showed his bandaged chest to Ashue.

Ashue took a breath of air and murmured after a long time: "If Madam could still see her, how distressed she would be."

Shenwei was stunned for a while, and after a while he felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, so he couldn't help but ask: "Aunt Lingluo..."

I've guessed it, but I'm not sure.

The tears that Asue had stopped welled up in her eyes again. She nodded, "Madam passed away."

When I came back to Uchiha this time, nothing had changed, but Kamui also knew that some places were different, for example, there was no Aunt Lingluo.

If there was anyone in Uchiha who was sincerely good to him, it was probably her.

But now, she is gone.

Shenwei probably understood why Ashue was so excited to see him, maybe because he thought of Mrs. Lingluo.

He is like an object that misses people after seeing things, carrying A Xue's longing for his wife.

When Madara returned to the annex from Tajima's study, Kamui was still sitting there with his cloak on.

Madara naturally took out Kamui's bedding from the closet by the wall and spread it out on the tatami.

He did this skillfully and muttered, "You should rest for a while. I have already asked someone to ask for Grandpa Shakuhachi. You should have a good sleep before he comes. Ashue is also cooking. Just wait a moment." have eaten."

Kamui watched Madara doing this indifferently, he was not interested at all.

After seeing Bian Que's ability on his body, it would be difficult for any medical ninja to fall under his eyes again.

"I'm going back to my previous room." That was Kamui Uchiha's original room.

The hand that was spreading the quilt paused, but Madara didn't seem to hear clearly. He looked up at Kamui who was sitting upright on the side, "What did you say?"

Kamui repeated it again and said with a smile: "I said, I want to go back to sleep in the room where I used to live. Is that okay, young patriarch?"

"But in the past we..."

Before Madara could finish speaking, Kamui said first, "It didn't take long, just two or three years. Before that, we didn't live in the same room."

Kamui was right. After the battle with the Kaguya clan, Madara forced Kamui to move into his room. As for the purpose, it was just for simple surveillance.

but now……

"We haven't seen each other in four years, don't you want to talk to me?"

Kamui looked at Madara to see if he was going to smile or not. His tone was quite calm: "Do you have anything to say?"

This sentence made Madara choked and speechless. He was not a clumsy person, but because he felt guilty about Kamui in his heart, Madara always felt guilty and lacked confidence when facing Kamui now.

"Tell me about how you have lived in Hinata these years, tell me how they treat you, tell me what you have done..."

Listening to Madara's words, the hands under the cloak tightened for a moment, and even his face became a little colder.

Madara continued: "I have many things I want to tell you, such as the war with the Senju, such as Hashirama..."

"You can stop it," Shenwei closed his eyes tiredly, "I have no interest in your pretending to be fighting."

Madara looked at Kamui in confusion. He didn't know if it was because the two had been separated for too long. He always felt that they couldn't communicate now.

He suddenly felt a little flustered. The once close friends and brothers had now become strangers. This was different from what he had expected.