Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Madara crawled across the bed on his hands and knees and came to Kamui. Kamui's face was pale and he had no energy. Only his contemptuous eyes with alienation and contempt allowed Madara to still find some shadows of Kamui in the past.

Kamui, he has been looking at himself like this for a while.

Regardless of his face or his eyes, it was clear that the person in front of him was the same person from before.

But he also rejected people thousands of miles away and refused to let himself get close to his heart at all.

Kamui raised his eyelids and looked at Madara, who was kneeling in front of him with his hands on the ground. He frowned, stepped back, and said displeased: "What are you doing?"

Madara stared at his face, as if trying to find something from this face.

"You can hate me, but..."

"..."

"Don't ignore me."

Kamui looked at Madara with a serious face and suddenly found it funny. He did smile and rolled his eyes at the man in front of him. "Madara, don't be like this. This kind of dog-licking behavior doesn't suit you." .”

Madara didn't know what licking a dog was. He only knew that Kamui had suffered for four years because of himself and his father.

They grew up together since childhood and are no different from biological brothers.

The person he loved as his younger brother was now so distant from him, as if the friendship in the past was gone.

"I can make up for it, no matter what, I hope you won't ignore me."

"Make up?" Shenwei's voice suddenly turned cold and said these two words viciously.

At this time, he was like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on, or a big snake whose scales had been touched, and he instantly became gloomy.

"In your eyes, all I need to do is make up for the harm I suffered? No matter what grievances I have suffered, as long as you make up for it, then the harm is not considered harm, but becomes a weight for what I want from you. You are Do you think so?"

Madara shook his head, his eyes turning red and red again.

He didn't dare to say anything casually now. Kamui had just opened his Sharingan not long ago, and his mental and emotional instability made him like a detonating talisman, and any word could make him explode.

"You want to know what life is like for me at Hinata's house? Well, prick up your ears and listen!"

"Shenwei,"

"Shut up and listen!" Shenwei's eyes were about to burst. The sudden high-pitched voice almost shattered his vocal cords.

That hoarse voice with trembling and crying echoed in the room. Every word he said was like a dagger to Madara.

In the first year alone, people were suffocated listening to it.

Madara never imagined that Kamui would survive the first year like that.

Except for the uncle who delivered the food, no one came near the dilapidated house.

At the beginning, he would talk to himself, always saying things alone but getting no response. As time went by, his desire to talk would decrease, so much so that he would often not say a word for several days. .

During the day, he sat on the edge of the river and watched a few birds flying across the yard and mice running quickly along the corners. Even the mice were unwilling to stay in this poor and clean yard.

Fortunately, there are also little ants. The ants are slow, and even if they are passing by, they stay much longer than the mice.

Shenwei squatted on the ground and watched the ants move. He was bored and counted them one by one. After counting, the numbers were all messed up. He was so anxious that he wanted to cry, but the tears could not fall down.

"How much is it, one thousand eight hundred and ninety six, or one thousand six hundred eighty nine?"

He held his head and had a splitting headache.

When the wind blew, he stood in the yard and felt the wind blowing over him, as if whose hand it was, making him imagine that there was another person in this place.

When it rained, the house leaked. He dragged the wooden basin to the place where the leakage was the worst, and then hid by the wall and counted the raindrops.

It was raining heavily outside and light rain inside. The raindrops were falling so fast that Shenwei couldn't keep up with its speed.

The collapse is just an instant.

"No one talked to me for a whole year. I was really bored. There weren't many things in that house, so I kept moving those things around, from here to there, and from there. Move back over there.”

Kamui thought back to himself at that time, and his whole body began to tremble again.

Madara felt suffocated just by hearing it, let alone experiencing the power of the gods himself.

"Madara," Kamui grabbed Madara's arm with both hands, Kamui's eyes were wet, "Have you ever tried what it's like not to see a person for a year? What do they think of me? I am a person!"

"Shenwei..."

The intense emotion caused the black eyes to turn red in an instant, and two magatama lines appeared on the eyeballs.

In just a moment, the feeling of despair and suffocation in Shenwei disappeared, replaced by a crazy fierceness, and he laughed, as if the laughter was quenched with poison.

The hand holding Madara was tightening, and the short and flat nails dug into the flesh of Madara's arm.

"So, I want to kill him, but you don't want to. You want to be friendly and peaceful, so who should I ask for justice for everything I have suffered?"

The chin was hooked by the slender index finger, and Madara was forced to raise his face and look at the ferocious smiling Kamui in front of him. At this time, Kamui's whole body exuded a dangerous aura.

He had a very beautiful smile, with a charming charm.

"You?" he asked coldly.

The conversation between the two was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. They looked over at the same time and roughly guessed who it was.

Kamui closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, everything returned to its original state.

The red eyes turned into their original black, as bright as the stars in the sky.

Kamui retracted his hand, sat there as he did at the beginning, casually untied his cloak and threw it aside.

Madara tried hard to calm down his mood. After more than a minute, he finally swallowed his saliva and shouted out the door: "Come in."

Uchiha Shakuhachi, who was carrying the medicine box, was older than before. When he saw Kamui dressed in white and with a thick bandage wrapped around his chest, he felt a little emotional for a moment.

Without too many pleasantries, Shakuhachi untied the bandage on Kamui's chest.

The chest is no different from other places. It is located in the same place as the heart. If there is no infection, people will die quickly.

Looking at Kamui's hideous wound, Shakuhachi let out a "tsk" sound. Madara, who was still immersed in the shock of Kamui's story, suddenly became frightened when he heard the sound of Shakuhachi.

"What's wrong? Is it difficult to handle?" he asked anxiously.

Shakuhachi smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, don't worry, I just think that Harumi is not good at learning. Even if the conditions are poor, there should be better ways to deal with it."

Divine power:......

spot:……

Using medical ninjutsu to treat Kamui was much faster than ordinary drugs. After the hole in the chest was almost repaired, at Madara's request, Shakuhachi gave Kamui a simple examination from top to bottom.

Kamui did not refuse and allowed Shakuhachi to inspect him.

When Shakuhachi told Madara the results of the examination, he was stunned.

That was the first time Kamui had seen Madara like that, sitting there on his knees with a face full of astonishment, like a stone statue without a soul.

It wasn't until long after Shakuhachi left that Madara woke up from the huge shock.

The next second, the person was hugged tightly by Madara.