Your lunch is mine

Time passed by little by little, from spring to summer, from summer to autumn, and finally repeated in winter, back to spring.

Such repeated reincarnations have passed nearly ten times, and it is unknown that he has a soft spot for long hair. At some point, Moban's hair has become longer and longer.

"Black long fried."

Sanyuan Aoi, who has always been quite straightforward in her speech, told Madara the most intuitive impression of her hair. She thought about it. Although she didn't have long hair, but her hairstyle was still quite... Quanna, she said another description precisely. .

"Quina, Black Short Fried."

Madara couldn't think of any words to refute for a while, because the description Sanyuankui said was really incomparably appropriate.

But aside from black and short hair, this is considered to be of the Uchiha clan... The characteristics are inherited, almost most of Uchiha's hair is naturally fried, and there are very few people who can be straight. It is said that it has passed through when they were born. Variations are not exaggerated, quite rare.

He glanced at Sanyuankui's soft blond hair, moved his fingertips wiping the knife, and said a rather "friendly" word in his mouth.

"If you want to blow up too, I can help you do it."

Madara, who has become an adult, no longer has the immaturity of his youth, and the aura around him has become sharper with the erosion of time, like a sword drawn from its sheath, even if it is motionless and does nothing, it will be natural and make people Startled.

As the patriarch's son, Uchiha's next successor, looking at his own strength, his reputation has already resounded outside.

But the premise of this sharpness is - outside.

yes, outside.

If you are at home, like at this moment, while maintaining your weapon, you have to deal with Sanyuankui's sharp evaluation of hair, no matter how energetic you are in the outside world, it doesn't seem like you can cheer up at this time look.

What's more, on the opposite side is Sanyuan Kui, who has always been quite direct.

"I don't want to explode."

She bluntly rejected Madara's idea that she definitely had malicious intentions, and made another very constructive suggestion.

"If you braid your hair, it won't blow up."

Ban's movement of wiping sword oil paused, and his eyes swept around the hair ties that Sanyuankui took out from nowhere.

—all in colors other than blue.

Madara saw Sanyuankui's plan at a glance, raised her eyebrows and asked back.

"Are you free?"

There is no blue, she must have kept it all by herself, so it is self-evident that the appearance of these other colors of hair ropes here is self-evident.

After using it, she can only have blue ones left.It's really... a good idea.

——He has been so childish since he was a child, and Quanna even grew a small amount of long hair to help him.

"idle."

Sanyuankui didn't refute, just holding red, green, yellow... colorful but without the blue hair tie in her hand, her eyes fixed on Madara's body.

It has been more than half a month for Quanna to go on a mission, and it was the same before Madara, and now he has finally caught someone, so of course he has to expend it quickly.

After all, these extra colors were bought on purpose by the other party knowingly, right? :)

Before Madara could answer, Sanyuankui had already got up, moved to the other party's side, and even took out the comb she had prepared earlier, and inserted it into his long black hair.

That movement was quick, accurate, and ruthless, and Madara even suspected that if Aoi wasn't physically tired, she might be a good material for stabbing.

"Go on."

Madara's hair looks like a lion's head, but it is not messy, and there are even few knots.While thinking about the shape in her heart, Sanyuankui urged the other party's attention back to the main task, maintaining the weapon.

"Don't worry, it won't be ugly."

As for the hair tie, she has Quanna's experience, no matter how poor her skills are, she won't lose her look.

Completely forgetting that Quan Nai only had a small group at the back of her head, Sanyuan Aoi was full of confidence, and it was rare to have such thick long hair as Madara, so she would try to braid it no matter what.

The air was quiet for a while, only the slight sound of Madara wiping the knife, and after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly spoke.

is a problem.

"Aoi, what do you think about your current life?"

"Life?"

With mottled black long hair between her fingers, Sanyuankui went through the question in her head and gave a neat answer.

"No."

"Not at all?"

"No."

"What about regret?"

Sanyuankui stopped the movements in her hands, and shifted her attention from her hair to Madara's face.

The other party seemed to just ask casually, and his attention was still focused on maintaining the sword.But Sanyuankui knew that everything was not as it seemed.

At least the usual Madara is not someone who asks questions three times.

"what happened?"

what happened?Something did happen that caught him off guard.

Just this morning, the Yuyi clan of the alliance, their [Yuyi] was confirmed dead. [Yuyi] is the honorific title of a special person of the Yuyi clan, whose status is just a step behind the patriarch.

The talent of the person who inherits this name will be much stronger than others, and the method of inheritance seems to be randomly picked from the family. Anyone may be, only know that the next one will appear soon after the death of the previous one. Can't figure it out.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that because of this incident, the elders mentioned another matter.

There is something about Aoi...

Probably everything is so natural, whether it is getting along or what, so that he has never thought about this aspect from the beginning to the end, this... Aoi was actually sent by the Yuyi family to marry.

Hearing this news, he couldn't feel any other emotions at the first moment, he just thought it was absurd.

The younger sister who has been raised for so many years has become a younger sister-in-law. Not to mention other things, it is not surprising that just the awkward feeling can make him feel so awkward physically.

It's strange, obviously they will still be at home, they will still be close, but they will change their relationship, but it just makes him feel like he has deviated from the original route and walked on a crooked path.

Maybe he...was too used to the current relationship, so he didn't think about changing at all, and he didn't want any possible derivatives or accidents brought about by the change.

It's good now, isn't it?How can you not get used to it?

Madara tilted her head slightly, and Aoi's figure beside her was clearly seen, her still immature face, her usual calm expression, and the trace of doubt in her clear blue eyes waiting for his answer.

It was familiar, so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar, and he couldn't even imagine her appearing in any other way.

Madara thought, suddenly realizing a fact.

She never seemed to change.

Even with time, a little taller, it seems that there has been no change in the past two years.She is obviously 14 years old, and she is still growing up, but her height has not changed at all compared to two years ago.

Whether it is demeanor, or... heart.

Is it the effect of protection?It's just... is this something that protection can do?

Madara felt that she should think of something, but it was inexplicably covered by a layer of cloth, and she couldn't find it no matter what, she could only recover from a sentence of doubt.

"spot?"

"I just thought of something."

After the thought just now was interrupted, it was like white snow in the sun, which quickly melted away, and Madara changed the topic.

"You probably haven't been out of the clan a few times."

It should be said that except for the few times when she was a child, she has never gone out, and the scenery she has seen is only limited to the Uchiha residence.

Feeling that Madara was changing the subject, Sanyuankui didn't mean to hold on, but just followed this sentence and answered it as a matter of course.

"It's dangerous outside."

Even if she hadn't been out before, she knew how dangerous it was outside, even...a more dangerous war.

This is not a peaceful world, it can even be described as cruel, she has experienced it from the very beginning.

"I know, I'm weak."

She never felt how powerful she was. She couldn't run a few hundred meters, and couldn't lift a person. Even if she had the flame of respect, she would be powerless to resist after the protection mechanism passed.

Sanyuankui, who was fiddling with the mottled black hair again, finished the movement between her hands. She found a hair rope of unknown color in the gray field of vision, fixed the finished product she had finally braided, and turned her eyes back to Madara's. On the face, the clear blue eyes met the other's black eyes, and the inside was as calm as ever.

She calmly said the last sentence.

"And, don't like to go out, Uchiha is fine."

Uchiha is very good, especially the fact that most of them use blue cloth. It would be better if there is blue in the food.

God knows how she has lived without blue food for the past ten years. If she doesn't wear beautiful Uchiha who mostly wears blue, she will really despair of this world.

Are there so many people out there who almost all wear blue?No!

So don't let her out of Uchiha, she is rooted here!

Uchiha Madara was silent and didn't say anything more.

Whether she doesn't like it or is not used to it because she hasn't seen it before, there is nothing to say. The most important thing is the answer she gave.

——Uchiha is very good.

Senna probably didn't know about it yet.

Madara thinks.

Aoi is not yet old enough, and Quanna has no other close people, and the relationship between the few of them... From the perspective of the family, it is already a good thing, and there is no need to worry about accidents at all.

But it's different after all, he probably... wants to talk to Quan Nai.

Just as he was thinking, Sanyuankui's voice rang out.

"Someone is coming soon."

She tidied up the hair rope, turned her head to look at the eye-marked knife, the meaning was very obvious.

"I'm going back."

After finishing speaking, she left without nostalgia. She didn't look like a cute little sister who hadn't seen her brother for half a month. Instead, she looked like a scumbag who finally got rid of something she didn't like... Cough cough.

Madara wiped the knife mechanically, his expression lost.

So she did it just to... tie her hair?

Speaking of which, what kind of tie did she make?Slipping so fast, it won't be very...

He touched it with his backhand, and it felt quite normal. Before Madara could observe how his hair had been harmed, there was a knock on the door.

"Master Madara, the patriarch has something to do."

"understood."

He put away the knife, got up and opened the door to leave, his back was crisp and neat, and in the eyes of the notifier who hadn't left yet, he was unusually...shocked.

This, so fried... Ah no, with such a big braid, Mrs. Madara's hair is so thick!And hair ties...

The informant resisted the urge to rub his eyes, subconsciously entered Chakra to reveal a pair of red Sharingan, so that he could see more clearly.

However, three seconds after opening his eyes, he fell silent.

Is this pink... Madara-sama's recent aesthetic...?

Use pink to neutralize the coldness, wonderful!Then...do I have to keep up with the trend?