[Comprehensive] What should I do if Mr. Ban sees me? !

"Well……"

Mochizuki Baitao rubbed her eyes, woke up, and was surprised to find that everyone had left.

Originally, Madara + Quanna could handle all the content of the meeting, and there was nothing wrong with her, and Madara didn't allow her to read it!

The weather was hot, and I was so tired, I fell asleep just like that...

At the same time as she moved, the man beside her withdrew his hand holding the fan.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

Uchiha Madara put down the documents, stood up, "Take you outside for a walk."

The hottest moment has passed, and the forest and flowing water of Nanhechuan brought a little bit of coolness to this afternoon.

There are many beach rocks scattered along the river, which are very suitable for swimming.

Uchiha Madara picked up a piece and threw it in his hand, "I met Hashirama here, you should know?"

"Yes."

Young tame dye, love with one stone or something.

Uchiha Madara: "I thought...the words I said at the beginning were impossible to realize."

Unexpectedly, now, the dream is about to become a reality.

It always feels a little unreal.

The man threw the stone with a "swoosh", and the youthful feeling of the past can be vaguely seen in the action.The water boulder landed on the opposite bank with precision. Seeing this, Madara Uchiha hooked the corner of his lips, revealing a touch of pride.

The feeling of high coldness during the meeting disappeared without a trace.

He picked up a stone again, turned his head, and looked at Mochizuki Baitao who was sitting on the grass with his chin in his hands.

Baitao saw in his eyes the meaning of "come to fight".

"..."

When she is Senju Bashirama? !

She is too lazy to play such a small game with this man!

"Don't play," she refused very heartlessly, "you go and play by yourself."

Uchiha Madara: "..."

After returning to this world, it was the first time anyone dared to speak to him like that!

But no matter what coercion he uttered, the little girl remained indifferent.

Uchiha Madara stopped playing, dropped the stone, walked up to her and sat down, sneered: "You are very brave."

"Oh?" Baitao put down her hands, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Are you threatening me?"

Uchiha Madara snorted.

Mochizuki Baitao can see it—Master Ban is about to form an alliance, and he is in a good mood.

So I don't care about you.

"Master Madara," she said seemingly carelessly, "if the village cannot achieve the peace you want, what will you do?"

"Find a new way." Uchiha Madara replied.

"What if not?"

"..."

"That's all I asked."

Baitao glanced at his face, looked at the running water, and continued: "You don't have to worry. Anyway, now that Quan Nai is alive, and the village is about to be built, you can put your brother and clan members in it and protect them well."

Uchiha Madara nodded slightly.

There was silence for a while.

The breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of grass and trees.Chirping birds, the sound of water splashing, flowing to an unknown distance.

Mochizuki Baitao suddenly understood why Senshou Zhujian came to this river when his younger brother died.

Just looking at it like this, the mood will involuntarily calm down.

"Master Madara, has Uchiha Qianyi been here too?"

Mochizuki Baitao felt that this question was a bit out of her mind.

Uchiha Madara paused, "Quanna told you."

"Ah."

"I don't know if she has come here by herself," Uchiha Madara said lightly, "I never brought her here."

To be precise, there is no time yet.

Before I thought of bringing her here... she was gone.

Mochizuki Baitao didn't speak.

After a while, she suddenly felt that the back of her hand beside her was covered by something lukewarm.

It was a hand in a black glove.

The texture of the glove leaves a very clear feeling on the skin of the back of the hand.The man's palm is wide, perhaps because it is summer, some hot temperature is transmitted through the gloves.

Baitao's heart lifted slightly.

I wanted to ask Mr. Ban what this meant, but when I turned my head, the man didn't look at her, but just stared at the flowing water, pretending to be nonchalant.

She retracted her gaze, lowered her eyes, and looked at the stone on her toes.

……

"..."

"..."

"Is Qianyi's residence still there?"

"exist."

"I want to go and see."

Uchiha Madara hesitated, "Okay."

"Master Madara, can you throw water floats better than Senju Hashirama?"

"Of course."

"Here, he's on the opposite side."

Uchiha Madara: "..."

Of course he sensed it!

That guy actually ran over, and was still standing on the other side of the river, waving at him excitedly!

Uchiha Madara stood up.

Senshouzhujian stepped on the water, published a memory killing that started with "So you are here too", and after adding the declaration "I am so happy to be an alliance", he picked up a stone: "Let's compare, Madara ?”

Baitao didn't compare with him, Uchiha Madara's fire was worrying, so he agreed immediately.

It's a close call.

Many times in a row, the two are tied.

This was simply the longest fight in the history of the two. It was not until the cries of night insects rang out in the forest that Qianshou Zhujian won by a slight advantage.

Mochizuki Baitao touched her face.

pain.

Uchiha Madara: "..."

fuck.

He doesn't want face? !

***

The alliance ceremony finally came.

"Brother, the alliance will be formed tomorrow, do you want to go out today?"

In Uchiha Madara's room, Quanna asked puzzledly.

Uchiha Madara responded lightly, "Take Baitao to Qianyi's residence to see."

"Hey..." Senna's eyes widened.

Brother, are you really okay?

Take your sweetheart to see the house of your childhood sweetheart, maybe you will be alone!

"She wants to see it." Uchiha Madara explained.

"Oh."

Pushing open the door and going outside, Mochizuki Baitao, who had been waiting for a long time at the door of the patriarch's residence, heard footsteps, turned her head, and smiled at the two of them.

She is wearing Uchiha's clan uniform.

...Of course it's not Madara's, it's the well-fitting clan uniform sent by the family ninja later, the restrained black color accentuates her thin ice-like temperament.

very proportionate.

For a moment, Uchiha Quanna almost had the illusion that this person was a member of his family.

But that kind of thing shouldn't be possible.

After watching the two leave, Quan Na pursed her lips.

It is clear that Xiao Baitao can really become Uchiha Baitao, but my brother always has the shame to confess!

He even teased his brother bluntly, if Mochizuki Baitao becomes Uchiha Baitao, can a bunch of children be named after fruits?

Uchiha Apple, Uchiha Strawberry, Uchiha Banana...

Fruit family!

Uchiha Madara was angry and funny at the time, glanced at him, and snorted.

It's okay to say that?

Uchiha Quanna felt that his brother was destined to be eaten to death.

……

The childhood sweetheart's residence is not far from Uchiha Madara's house.

Dusty and dilapidated.

Unexpectedly, there was no accumulation of dust. In this regard, Uchiha Madara explained that he asked Jiaren to clean it from time to time.

Mochizuki Baitao nodded, silently scanning the room.

A strange yet familiar feeling dominated her body, with an inexplicable slightly swollen sourness.

The one-story house, with a backyard and a front yard, is not too big or small, and belongs to the size of a family of three living in the Uchiha clan.

Here is the kitchen.

This is the study.

There's a book on illusions in that cabinet...

The one in the backyard is a peach tree...

Mochizuki Baitao's pupils constricted, blood rushed through her body, and even her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Everything she thought was on point.

There is no need to recall at all, the body is very familiar.

Why……

She obviously never came here!

Of course, Uchiha Madara noticed her strangeness, and frowned: "What's wrong?"

Mochizuki Baitao ignored him.

She accurately took out a thick book from the drawer, brushed off the dust on it, and opened the yellowed pages.

And she was right, it was a diary.

"..." Uchiha Madara looked at her familiar behavior, and his doubts grew.

Mochizuki Baitao was about to read the diary when she suddenly felt that the man next to her was too much of an obstacle, "You go out."

Uchiha Madara: "..."

After Baitao came here, it was too abnormal.

But the other party didn't seem to want to tell him anything.

It was as if suddenly, he closed himself off.

After a moment of stalemate, the man turned and left.

Mochizuki Baitao opened the diary, her cold eyes quickly swept——

Mr. Madara is 27 years old this year. According to the time of the diary, it was 14 years ago.

Between the lines, there is a picture, slowly recovering...

***

[Ninja World, 14 years ago. 】

"Look! It's Madara!"

"The eldest son of the patriarch's family!"

"I heard that he is super powerful, even surpassing some adults!"

A group of little girls gathered around the roadside, looking curiously at the team returning from the battle like little sparrows.

Uchiha Qianyi was also squeezed among them, with her head slightly lowered, appearing very quiet.

"Qianyi, tell me something," a girl bumped her elbow, "you think Madara is pretty good too, don't you?"

"Speaking of which, aren't Qianyi and Madara on good terms?"

"Hey, childhood sweetheart?"

The girls looked at her with envy and hatred.

Qianyi buried her head lower, "I..." whispered, "No..."

The girls' attention was quickly diverted by an exclamation: "Madara seemed to be looking this way just now!"

"He's looking at me!"

They worked even harder, intending to attract the teenager's attention.

Boys and girls at this age have just awakened their gender consciousness, and there will always be some hazy and green buds.

The girl who talked to Qianyi before whispered to her: "It seems that Madara just looked at you."

Qianyi shrank back, seeming to be even more uncomfortable, "It's nothing..."

As if she couldn't stand the atmosphere, she left quickly.

The girl looked at her back and shook her head.

Qianyi...too introverted.

night.

Uchiha Qianyi sat at the table, propping her head up to read a book about ninjutsu.

She is too weak.

Why... I don't understand it.

The window was knocked suddenly, and the boy's voice came from outside: "Qianyi."

Qianyi stood up.

Walking out of the house and walking around behind, as expected, near the edge of the forest, I saw people during the day.

Uchiha Madara.

The boy was like a black cat lurking, his figure was a little blurred in the dark night.

Qianyi looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then walked to him.

"Give you."

Uchiha Madara handed her the small paper bag in his hand.

The mission was in a distant country, and there were many novelties that the clan had never seen before. In addition to giving to his younger brother, he also brought a copy to his little Qingmei.

Qianyi took it, and the two sat down on a fallen tree trunk.

"My parents also went on a mission and haven't come back yet..."

If it weren't for the quiet night, Uchiha Madara would have suspected that he couldn't hear her clearly.

Qianyi is like this, soft and weak, always gives people a feeling that she will be frightened if she is not paying attention.

Qianyi put the things aside, turned her head and asked, "Are you injured?"

The little girl has a gentle voice and big and bright eyes.

Uchiha Madara rolled his eyes, rolled up his cuffs, and a bloody scar appeared on his forearm.

Qianyi immediately frowned, "Why..." and blamed, "Why don't you take the medicine every time!"

Obviously the Hui nationality has been there for some time, right?

But every time you see Madara in this situation, you will see scars on his body.

Although the little girl was blaming, her tone was too gentle, and she didn't want to reflect at all. Instead, she seemed to see a little milk cat with its teeth and claws.

"What's the matter, the scar is a man's hiss..." Uchiha Madara gasped.

The other party pressed gently on the edge of his wound.

"Qianyi..."

"Wait a minute." She went back to the house to find the wound medicine.

Uchiha Madara watched the thin figure disappear in front of the house.

why……

When Mingming's father asked him if he was injured, he said masculinely, "A little injury is fine", but when Qianyi asked, he showed the wound.

He didn't know why he was like this.

It's just that every time I see the other person worrying about me, I feel very satisfied.

The boy scratched the hedgehog's head, and muttered in a low voice, "Isn't that right..."

Xiao Qingmei brought the wound medicine, sat beside him, and carefully applied the medicine to him.

The little girl and the little boy just sat there quietly.

Although she is very weak, she did a good job in applying medicine and mending these details.

As long as you are strong enough, you can protect her!

"Qianyi, I don't want to fight."

Uchiha Madara stared at the girl who lowered her head to treat her wound, and suddenly spoke.

Qianyi didn't look up, "Huh?"

"Continue to fight, you come and go, the hatred will only get deeper and deeper...I want to change the current situation," the young boy said with a hint of seriousness in his voice, "War can't bring peace, maybe only if we fight each other. Understanding, heart-to-heart . . . peace will truly come."

"That's hard."

Uchiha Madara's eyes were firm, "I will do it!"

Qianyi looked up at him, her eyebrows frowned, "Well, I believe Madara."

The little boy suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

His eyes wandered for a while, and finally he smiled at Qianyi.

"Hey, Madara, you have little tiger teeth."

"..." Uchiha Madara said sternly, "You should go home, Qianyi."

Qianyi stood up and lifted the bag, "This one, thank you."

Uchiha Spot nodded.

The boy stood where he was, until he saw the candles lit up in her room again, then turned and left.

He stepped briskly in the forest, with little fireflies floating by his side.Cracking, cracking, the sound of dead branches being trampled off sounded from time to time.

Counting silently in my heart.

One step, two steps, three steps...

……

That night, Uchiha Madara had a dream.

It was the same scene as before, his little Qingmei carefully applied the medicine to him, and she was so close that she could see her slightly drooping long eyelashes.

"..."

After waking up, Uchiha Madara felt that something was not right.

There was a strange feeling, which appeared in the mattress for the first time.

He lifted the quilt to take a look, and then, with dead eyes, "..."

Early in the morning, Uchiha Madara hugged the crumpled sheets and squatted in the yard to wash the sheets hard.

Jiaren wanted to take over, but he refused.

There is still a row of bed sheets hanging in the yard, fluttering in the wind.

While washing, a childish and curious voice suddenly came from behind the sheets.

"spot."

"what are you doing?"

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