[Comprehensive] What should I do if I wear black?

"Hashirama, you don't have to do this."

With long black hair spread out on the pillow, Uchiha Madara stared angrily at Senju Hashirama.

"I'm worried about you, Madara." Senju Zhuma undressed slowly, "Although you can temporarily use Chakra to contend, it's not a long-term solution after all."

Senju Bashima stared at Madara seriously, there was a bright luster faintly in the black pupils.

Uchiha Madara turned his head to the side and cursed in a low voice, "Idiot."

Senjujuma's competitive spirit was almost entirely used in the battle with Uchiha Madara, even on the bed.

Although Uchiha Madara's body has regained some strength compared to when he just woke up, it is still completely inferior to the strong Hashirama.

In normal times, how could he let himself be in a weak position.

Uchiha Madara was extremely upset!

This is completely taking advantage of others!

"Hair on my face! Bastard!"

"Uh……"

"If you don't, get out!"

"I……"

Senshouzhujian, the god of ninjas, can do things at the speed of a tortoise!

Deep disdain appeared in Uchiha Madara's eyes.

"You haven't even touched the girls in Flower Street, have you?"

"Have you ever touched it?" Senju Bashirama asked back.

Uchiha Madara choked.

At this time, a figure suddenly flashed in, and while muttering quickly, he took out various things from the scroll.

"Learn about the various postures."

"Prepare to understand what you need."

"Learn common sense before the war."

"Learn about the useful props."

"..." Uchiha Madara said harshly, "Get lost!"

The voice of Qianshou Zhujian was much calmer, but Heijue clearly felt the threat from the depths of his mind, "Go out, Heijue."

Heibu snorted dissatisfiedly, dropped the book, and walked away.

He is not rare to see it!

There is such a guy who has been bent by Uchiha Madara long ago, and still firmly believes that he is straight.

Let you fully recognize yourself tonight!

A barbell of laughter echoed in the hallway.

After setting up the barrier, Senshou Bashima picked up the book.

Kissing Paradise (Illustrated Edition)

Thousands of Hands: "..."

Walking to the window, with the moonlight projected in, Senshou Bashima opened the book and read every page very seriously.

Uchiha Madara didn't even have the strength to sigh.

Because of the previous actions, the robes of Qianshou Zhujian have been opened.A large area of ​​wheat-colored chest and muscles are exposed, with smooth lines and clear texture, outlined by the moonlight in light and dark.

This is the body of the strongest ninja, it is perfect.

After all, it is Hokage who manages everything every day, and a book can be read in less than a moment.

Putting down the book, Senshou Zhujian looked dull, red to the ears.

The first generation of Hokage has been refreshed.

Morality is broken.

Can not accept!

...But this is the only way to save Madara.

Suppressing the collapse and bewilderment in his heart, Senshou Zhujian regained his composure, picked up the ointment again, carefully identified it, and confirmed that it contained all harmless ingredients.

Then, he took out the remaining divine wine from the scroll, raised his head, and drank it all in a very heroic manner.

Uchiha Madara: "..."

"spot."

Putting down the wine gourd, Senshou Zhujian burped and stumbled two steps.After holding onto the table, he suddenly smiled as if sleepwalking, and called his name in a low voice.

The familiar voice was so gentle that it seemed unreal, and it made Uchiha Madara's heart move inexplicably.

The white jade-like wrist was grasped by hot palms, and the familiar breath smelt of alcohol oppressed him again.

"It's really useless." Uchiha Madara sneered.

To have the courage to drink.

Qianju Zhujian smirked.

Mingyue shyly covered her cheeks with clouds, and the room became pitch black.After the rustling of clothes, it was completely silent.

Even the sound of the heartbeat became very clear.

The robes were spread out on the bed.

Uchiha Madara's whole body tensed up with a strange feeling that he had never had before.No matter how hard he tried to calm down, his face couldn't help but feel slightly hot.

The slender fingers clasped Senju Bashirama's strong arm tightly, and Uchiha Madara clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to show weakness at all.

Gee.

Still no strength.

I haven't been this weak in a long time.

Last time, he got Quanna's eyes and went to Zhujian for a decisive battle of life and death.He fell to the ground in extreme unwillingness and never had the strength to stand up again.

It's all over, he thought.

But how can there be such a stupid person in the world.

She would rather exchange her life for his trust, and she was desperate to let his opponent survive.

Even now....

The closed eyes slowly opened, and the red light of Sharingan was brighter than ever, and the emotion contained in it was so strong and deep that it almost overflowed.

Senju Hashirama propped his arms on both sides of Madara's body, and couldn't help feeling Uchiha's excellent blood in his heart.

Madara's appearance is actually very outstanding, but his aura is too fierce, and people often dare not look at his appearance carefully like this.

Senju Hashirama, who was able to get a glimpse of Uchiha Madara's beauty, at this moment, clearly saw the hot, crazy, and what can be called love in those eyes.

Breathing stopped at that moment.

It was as if there were thousands of threads criss-crossed and clinging to his body, invisible but sharp, if he moved a little, he would be cut with blood.

That's it, until death.

Hit the ground running!

Qianshou Zhujian's brain, which was already confused, was completely confused at that moment, and there was a buzzing sound.

His heart beat like a drum and his eardrums vibrated.Masculine instincts prevail.He bent down to Uchiha Madara's ear, and said softly, "Close your eyes, Madara."

The hot and humid breath sprayed on the skin, bringing a slight tingling sensation.Uchiha Madara hooked Senju Hashirama's neck, and calmly closed his eyes.

He never turned down what he could enjoy.

The Chakra in Hashirama is warm and warm, full of vitality just like Hashirama himself.

Uchiha Madara bit Hashirama's lip, hooked the tip of his tongue, entangled with him fiercely and presumptuously, showing his feelings without reservation.

Express those loves and obsessions that are usually proud and unspoken with your body.

Hashirama is his favorite ninja.

He will also be Uchiha Madara's favorite person in his life.

The intoxicating smell of wine filled the air, and his breathing became short of breath.Ears and temples rubbed together, hot skin rubbed against each other, and the temperature in the room slowly rose.

"Haha... Hashirama..."

The pleasure softened the ninja's body, which had been on alert all year round.

The hot sweat soaked out, and was quickly wiped off by the mattress during the movement.After a while, the sheets and bedding became wet.

The temperature of the two grown men seemed to be able to burn everything.

The figures are intertwined, casting overlapping shadows on the wall.

Hei Jue lay lazily on his back on the roof, with his hands behind his head.Blood-stained paper balls were scattered all around.

The enchantment didn't work for him. Hearing the growing movement below and Uchiha Madara's deep panting that became more and more uncontrollable, he took out a piece of paper again and wiped away the nosebleed that kept flowing out.

There is a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

Be successful.

Eat hard but sleep sweet.

***

Senjujuma had a long dream.

In that dream, he and Mito got married smoothly.

"In this way, the chances of drinking together will be much less in the future." Under the moon, he and Madara held their own glasses, chatting while drinking.

Senshou Zhujian scratched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"From now on, I will spend the rest of my life with Mito."

Hearing this, Madara was slightly taken aback.

Then quickly turned away.

Under the unobstructed moonlight, the mask of indifference was cracked, revealing a trace of... fragility.

Immediately, Senshou Zhujian secretly laughed in his heart.

That's Madara!

"Hmph, you really value sex over friends."

As expected, after a while, Uchiha Madara's faint mocking sound came.

"They are already married men, isn't it natural to spend time with their wives and children! This is a model of a good man!" Senju Zhuma retorted dissatisfiedly.

He pretended to be depressed for a long time, but Madara came to comfort him as usual.The other party was just drinking wine on its own.

Senju Bashima could only pull himself together, "Madara, my wedding will be in three days, will you attend?"

The hand holding on to the wine cup fixed slightly, and then quickly returned to nature.

"No."

Before Hashirama could speak, Uchiha Madara blocked his words directly, "There is something in the Uchiha clan."

"……OK then."

It's frustrating when your best friend can't come to your wedding.But Senju Hashima, who is in charge of the family like Madara, understands how important the family's important affairs are, so he doesn't force it.

After a while, Madara's voice came, but changed to another topic.

"Hashirama, I have a few questions about the establishment of Anbu..."

"Huh? Didn't Tomona say that the proposal established by Anbu had already been passed?" Senju Hashirama blurted out.

"..."

Immediately, both of them realized something, and the atmosphere fell silent.

Finally, Madara let out a mocking laugh, put down the wine cup, and left.

……

"Madara! Don't do this! This is our village!"

"Are you going to let all our previous efforts go to waste!"

……

"I want to protect our... no, my village..."

"The person who harmed the village, no matter who it is, cannot forgive..."

The rain was pattering down, and he let go of the hand holding the long sword.Madara's body lost its support, knelt weakly in the rain, and then fell down completely.

Blood continued to flow from the chest, mixed into the water, and flowed in all directions.

"The cart before the horse, Hashirama..."

The man's final expression was not so much disappointed with him, but rather disappointed with the whole world.

It's like breaking the last tie.

spot!

Senshou Zhujian woke up suddenly, with cold sweat dripping down his back.

The person he had killed in his dream was sleeping peacefully in his arms.Their bodies were very close to each other, and he still had one hand on Madara's waist.

The black fried hair was scattered behind, looking more messy and frizzy than before.The black hair was lingering, revealing the fair neck, with some marks faintly visible.

He didn't need to check specifically, he could feel that the power in Madara had returned to normal.

Maybe it's because my aura is too strong, and Madara's sleeping face also gives people a feeling of dormant terrifying power.However, the brows that were tightly knit in the past have been relaxed a lot, and it seems that there is still a trace of... the satisfaction and joy after eating and satiated?

The sheets were already wrinkled, and there was still a lingering smell of alcohol in the air.

Memories of last night burst into my mind in bits and pieces...

Senshou Zhujian lifted the quilt, took a look, and then quickly covered it.

His face was flushed, and his expression gradually went blank.