The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

The weather is not very good today. The clouds are dark and there seems to be a smell of moisture in the air. It looks like it will rain heavily soon.

Qinghe plans to move several pots of water-loving plants he raises to the open space in the yard to let them feel the gifts of nature.

She had just moved the potted plants out when a rare visitor came into the yard.

"Excuse me." Madara suddenly appeared and said.

His shoulder was cut, and there was a large bloodstain on his dark blue tribal uniform.

"It's going to rain soon, I need a place to treat my wound."

Madara had just come down from the battlefield, and this time Uchiha's opponent was a ninja from the Kaguya clan.

The score for Kaguya's killing of Izuna last time had not yet been settled with them, so Madara rushed to the front and was gloriously wounded because he fought so fiercely.

On the way back to the clan's land, Qing was closest to here, so Madara came over to borrow some space, otherwise Izuna would definitely be worried when she saw his injuries.

"Okay, come in."

Qinghe took Ban into her room. She went to get medicine and bandages, while Ban casually looked around the first floor.

The first floor has now been decorated by Qinghe, and the decorative potted plants next to the furniture are a plant similar to lily of the valley.

In addition to the medicine cabinet and empty bookshelves, there are also some soft-looking round chairs. They are squishy and must be very comfortable to sit on.

In the corner of the first floor stood three men wearing black shorts and plain white masks on their faces.

Madara thought they were ninjas hired by Haruwa, but upon closer inspection, they were actually three humanoid puppets on standby.

How realistic! Madara was amazed and he moved his eyes to other things in the room.

The room was filled with a pleasant aroma, which seemed to be emanating from those strange lilies of the valley, like the scent of osmanthus in the cold air, making people feel relaxed.

Should I say he is worthy of being the crown prince? It is so clean here, Ban sighed in his heart, feeling a little lost.

"Just sit anywhere you want. Those furry things don't get dirty easily." Qinghe saw that Ban seemed very reserved, so he added.

It doesn’t matter even if it gets dirty, she still has the puppet to help clean it up, and she is not so stingy as to do that.

Qinghe opened the medical kit in his hand and handed it to Madara: "Here."

"Thank you." Madara took the bandage and medicine.

When he heard Qinghe telling him to be casual, he was no longer so cautious.

He found a place nearby to sit down and prepared to treat his wound.

But when Madara saw Haruka sitting down opposite him, he stopped taking off his clothes.

"My injury is on my shoulder, so I have to take off my shirt. You...you don't have to do anything else?"

No matter how bold Ban was, he was not bold enough to take off his clothes in front of a girl.

She is the same. Girls have to be a little wary of men, so Madara had to remind Haruka tactfully.

"Hmm? Well... boys are really hard to understand." Qinghe suddenly sighed.

She just wanted to see if he needed help. She didn't understand why he was so worried. She just wanted to treat his wound.

"? What?" Ban didn't know why she suddenly had such a feeling, but he still explained: "After all, I am a man and you are a girl, you can't do this..."

Madara couldn't think of a good word to say, so he added uncertainly: "Bold?"

The world outside is scary, she can't be so defenseless.

"Is this considered bold?" Qinghe felt quite aggrieved.

She is a god, so what's wrong with looking at him? She didn't do anything.

Although he was misunderstood, Qinghe still stood up and said, "Please treat a doctor with a normal attitude."

One by one, they are all so hesitant. Is it because the wound is not painful enough?

Qinghe really hopes that when they are in the position of patients, they can try their best to treat doctors as doctors rather than members of the opposite sex with ulterior motives.

Besides, given her current state, what intentions could she have towards them?

"Don't you need to treat the wound?" Qinghe thought that instead of letting him deal with it himself, it would be better for her to help him.

Madara then remembered that Haruka had said at the beginning that she wanted to stay as a doctor. It turned out that was not an excuse she used to cover up.

He scratched his hair embarrassedly, then took off his shirt: "Sorry to trouble you."

The wound on his shoulder looked very deep. Qinghe first cleaned out the debris in the wound, then disinfected it, and then used the palm magic to heal the wound.

After a while, the wound disappeared completely.

Madara was shocked. He moved his shoulder and the wound had completely healed. "You actually know medical ninjutsu?"

Medical ninjutsu requires very strict control of chakra. Any slight error will only aggravate the injury, so medical ninjas have always been a scarce resource.

Madara hadn't expected that Haruka was actually a medical ninja.

Judging from her proficiency in treating wounds, her medical skills might be really good.

"I'm a pharmacist and a ninja. Is it surprising that I know medical ninjutsu?" Haruka once again felt that Madara was difficult to understand.

They didn't listen to anything she said. Isn't it obvious that she knows medical ninjutsu?

Madara looked at Haruka seriously again and said matter-of-factly, "You don't look like a ninja."

Although Haruwa had shown them her Sharingan before, Madara really couldn't connect the little girl in front of him with a ninja.

She looked so delicate, without any ninja-like cruelty.

"Alas, appearance discrimination is not good, Madara." Haruka teased him.

Do you have to be like them, wearing clan clothes or wearing an ugly forehead protector, to be a ninja? Qinghe had never had such a requirement from his teacher before.

At Orochimaru's place, everyone can dress freely. Sasuke often wears a deep V top, and if Haruwa wants, she can even wear a small vest everywhere.

Madara was choked by her words. Indeed, ninjas are all kinds of strange. Maybe there are such peaceful ninjas.

It is true that one cannot judge a person by his appearance. Underestimating one's opponent is a big taboo on the battlefield.

Madara put his clothes back on and took out his purse: "Thank you, how much is the medical bill?"

He heard from Uchiha who came to help last time that Qinghe had settled their wages before, so he should also give her the medical expenses she deserved.

Qinghe's bad taste came back, she said in a pinched voice: "Brother is free, right, Brother Ban~"

Unfortunately, Madara didn't blush like Izuna. He was stunned for a moment, then accepted Haruka's way of addressing him.

It's not impossible to be her brother, since she is now her father's daughter in name only.

"Yeah." Madara stood up and looked at Haruka: "So do you like Japanese sweets? I'll bring them to you next time."

"Thank you?" Qinghe didn't take it too seriously, but just felt a little sorry that he couldn't tease him.

It seems that the two brothers care about different things. It’s obvious that Izuna is very interesting.

Qinghe suddenly remembered something, so she asked: "Have you not opened your Sharingan yet?"

"...Not yet." Madara answered reluctantly.

He is already fifteen years old. For an Uchiha who has not opened his Sharingan at this age, the chances of him opening his eyes in the future are very slim.

So, he has to work harder to fill the gap.

Haruka finally figured out why Uchiha Madara in his previous reincarnation had hit her with a meteorite.

It turns out that the Rinnegan left by Nagato was Madara's?

If you want your eyes back, just say it directly. It's really confusing that he used Susanoo to attack her without saying a word.

Haruka found the eye left by Nagato from her own space.

When she was fixing the world rules, she was still wondering where to put the rules. Look, now she has found them.

Madara watched as Haruwa produced a bottle-like container out of thin air, and he felt an inexplicable pull from it.

Qinghe opened the seal of the bottle and poured out a pair of eyes inside.

It's purple, with circles of patterns on it.

Madara had seen the Byakugan and the Mangekyō Sharingan, but he had never seen eyes like this: "What is this?"

"It is the key to open the bloodline."

"Brave boy, do you want to sign a contract?" Qinghe confidently took his eyes to make a deal.

"Come and become a follower of God."

Listening to Qinghe's bewitching words, Madara knew he should be wary, but those purple eyes were full of irresistible attraction.

He walked closer involuntarily, then reached out and touched the pair of eyes, and the eyes turned into a string of golden characters and merged into his body.

Madara didn't feel any difference, he didn't feel any worse, and his strength didn't increase.

He came back to his senses and looked at Qinghe in confusion: "What is this?"

What's going on? The key to the bloodline, and the followers of the gods? A contract... what contract? Madara was confused.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Qinghe looked at him with the same confusion, with a bewildered look on his face, as if he didn't understand what he was asking.

Madara was even more confused by her reaction, "Eh? Just now? The key you mentioned? The contract or something?"

"Ban, you look weird, what are you talking about?" Haruka continued to play dumb.

As long as she doesn't admit it, it didn't happen and there's no need to explain.

Haruka looked really innocent and Madara began to suspect that he had just had a dream.

Is it because I want to become stronger too much that I have this inexplicable hallucination?

He shook his head: "Nothing, I was distracted."

Outside, the rain was pouring down.

Madara took the black iron umbrella that Qinghe borrowed from him and walked away in the rain.

Qinghe lay by the window, staring at the hazy rain outside in a daze, wondering when she would be able to take everyone home.

I really want to use the main body to play.

Today, one more contract was added. Expanding the number of followers is a piece of cake.

"?~"

Qinghe was humming a song while thinking wildly.

She seemed to have developed a lot of followers before. Is it time to capture them and bring them back to work? When she suddenly appears in front of them, it will definitely give them a big surprise.

The soft humming and the sound of falling rain blended together, making the dark weather seem a little lighter.

A few days later, Madara, who had just completed a mission, appeared in Haruka's yard again.

When he arrived, Haru and Izuna were planting herbs in the medicinal field.

"Izuna, Haruka, I'm back." Madara smiled and took out the snacks he brought back: "I brought back Japanese sweets."

Wow, he actually brought it. Haruka was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the battlefield Shura, who would later leave a great reputation in the ninja world, was so easy to talk to when he was a child.

Could it be because of that word "brother"?

"Brother Ban?" Qinghe called out tentatively.

Madara looked back in confusion: "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

It was actually because of the casual call of "brother".

Haruka found that he seemed to have infiltrated the Uchiha camp, and it felt unbelievably easy.

They no longer doubted her? They accepted her just like that? They were so easy to deceive, which showed that she was very scheming.

Izuna was eating the three-colored meatballs, and then he saw Haruka turning his eyes to him.

Her malicious look gave Izunai a bad feeling, and he quickly swallowed the meatball in his mouth.

Sure enough, the next second, Qinghe came over and said, "Izuna-nii-nii~"

People who are easy to deceive are the most fun to play with.

"Hey, stop shouting." Izuna's face turned red instantly.

Madara finally understood why Haruka called him in a strange voice last time. Was it because of his experience in teasing Izuna?

"Hahahahahahahaha, Izuna's face is so red."

Madara found it very interesting. He didn't expect that Izuna, who usually acted like a little adult, had this as her weakness.

Izumi's face turned even redder. Seeing that Haruka was about to speak again, he hurriedly stopped her: "If you tease me again, I won't help you tidy up the medicinal fields."

Did this threat work? Apparently not.

"Are you really not going to help? Izuna - brother." Haruka had no intention of letting him go.

"Hahahahahahaha, it's getting redder and redder." At this time, Madara had already forgotten that he had to protect Izuna.

Izuna couldn't stop Haruka, so she tried to stop Madara from laughing: "Brother!"

"Sorry Izuna, hahahahahaha."

That's enough, neither of them is going to let him go, right?!

"Hmph, I'm going to eat all the Japanese confectionery." Izumi was really angry, and he decided to teach them both a lesson.

Izuna started stuffing the meatballs into his mouth. Haruka didn't fight with him for it. He just waited for him to swallow it and continued to call him "brother" in a pinched voice.

You can buy snacks at any time, and every opportunity you miss to amuse yourself is one less.

Haruka was teasing Izuna over there, while Madara was sitting on the side watching with a smile on his face.

Madara thought, it would be great if such relaxing and happy times could become a daily routine in the future.

There is no war, no sacrifice, and children can play as they should.

But...

Madara remembered something, and then he began to lose focus as he looked at Haruka's figure.