[Hokage] It's Izumi Nako, not Nakajiko!

Chapter 32

If Yoro Inoue hadn't been brought out by the filth, he would definitely not dare to talk to Uchiha Madara like this.

The person who was beaten by the man and lying on the ground looked familiar unexpectedly.

"Wait a minute, let me see," Uchiha Izumi stopped, "Is it from the Senju family? It seems to be called Senju..."

Forgot again.

Uchiha Izuna simply didn't want to, the only ones who could stand here now were Kazuo, Kyuubi and their Jinchuriki.

"Thank you for helping to solve all this." Uchiha Quanna looked at the man's right eye and said, "But the matter between us has to be slowed down again, and I will get rid of him first."

At this moment, the person chasing from behind was the enraged Medicine Master.

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"You want my eyes?" Uchiha Quanna knelt on the ground, he opened his mouth, but he just said this sentence dryly, the whole basement was filled with rotten and cold dead air, and the hair of the old man in the high position was all white , the skin loosened and piled up into folds, and a row of hidden guards stood behind him, with serious faces, without any expression or anger, like a drawn sword, with awe-inspiring aura.

The next seat was Inoue Ye, with black hair like black ink, he grinned grimly, "Yemou didn't expect Elder Muxie's way of hospitality to be like this, although Yemou's reputation in the Uchiha clan is not very good, but at any rate, it's the same. You can be regarded as an elder, the position of Great Elder has already been sought by you, now you still have nothing to be satisfied with!"

Uchiha Muxun frowned, "The position of Great Elder should not have been contrived by outsiders. I'm afraid that the predecessor at the time was old and confused, so he let you and other people with evil intentions enter the Uchiha clan!"

A killing intent flashed in Inoue Ye's eyes, damn Uchiha.

"As for Uchiha Izuna," Uchiha Muyu looked down at the kneeling young man, "put away your little calculations, the position of patriarch is not something you can imagine!"

Uchiha Izuna's breath was stagnant, and his fingertips pierced the palm of his hand fiercely. He lowered his head to hide the dark tide rolling in his eyes, his voice was still as clear and soft as before, "The younger generation naturally dare not climb up to the position of patriarch."

Uchiha Muxun snorted coldly, "I don't want to know what you are planning, but it doesn't mean I don't know. I'm hypocritical. If it wasn't for Sharingan, then I should suspect that you are from the Uchiha clan."

Hearing what he said, Uchiha Quanna naturally wouldn't pretend anymore, he raised his head, and his blood-red eyes scanned the row of people above like poisonous snakes, "Uchiha Madara is already a blind cripple, now I am the only Uchiha who can use the kaleidoscope, why can't I replace it!"

"Instead..." Uchiha Muyu completely ignored the cold and unkind eyes of the people below, "Uchiha Izuna, you think too highly of yourself."

"Didn't Uchiha Tajima make it clear to you? You were born for this day, and even your dead brothers were just to provide Madara with eyes, otherwise, there would be no you, a vessel for cultivating eyes , your heart is too high."

"Do you think your disabled body can survive for two years? Why is your body so bad? Do you naively think that Uchiha Madara really has no defense at all for so many years?"

If it is said that Uchiha Quanna's previous eight-point favor for Uchiha Madara has dropped to a negative value at this moment.

It's really ridiculous. He has worked hard for so many years to change the fate of handing over his eyes, but in the end he is still reduced to this appearance. For so many years, he has suffered all kinds of shame due to physical problems, and the achievements he has achieved through hard work on sword skills are in What good are these after you've lost your eyes!

For so many years, Uchiha Tajima's perfunctory treatment of him and his unwavering belief seemed to be laughing at himself.

Look, look, how embarrassed you are, just like that night, when I was soaked by the rain, Uchiha Madara sat on a high position and looked down at himself, everything went back to the beginning, he still stayed at that age full of loneliness and coldness, still That naive and ridiculous kid.

His life, from the beginning to the end, has not changed, everything has returned to the original point.

What else is there to say.

When Izuna Uchiha walked out of the dark room, the cold drizzle fell on his skin as if it was going to burn people. Those dark memories filled the whole line of sight bit by bit along the raindrops. Ye Inoue helped him open the umbrella to isolate him. Those water droplets, Uchiha Quanna realized that his relationship with him is so good now.

But what's the use of these, Inoue Ye is also unable to protect herself now.

Rejecting his umbrella, Uchiha Izumi walked towards Uchiha Madara's house, and someone greeted him along the way, and even changed his address from Izuna-sama to Patriarch-sama.

Pushing open the door, Uchiha Madara turned his back to him and listened to the sound of rain falling outside the window. His black coat and white bandages bound his eyes, and his handsome nose and beautiful jaw could be seen.

Because I didn't open an umbrella, my clothes were already wet, and the mud stained on the road was smudged on the corners of my plain white clothes. The wind from outside poured in and hit the dry wooden floor slantingly with raindrops.

"Quanna?"

Uchiha Quanna changed his shoes, closed the door, walked in and sat down beside Uchiha Madara, "It's me..."

The room had the same dry and sunny atmosphere, and there was a stack of food on the low table, which seemed to be called something,... Dumbly, I had already forgotten what Uchiha Madara likes to eat most.

Since Uchiha Tajima's death, Uchiha Madara has been with him for life.

"Quanna, have you found a way to cure my eyes?" The man's deep and hoarse voice sounded again.

Uchiha Izuna's stagnant eyes were not even a little turbulent, "No."

Uchiha Madara frowned, with a hint of unkindness looming between his brows.

Uchiha Quanna turned to look at the continuous rain outside the house, "Uchiha Madara, do you want my eyes?"

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Heh, look, someone who thinks he is so proud of Inoue Shiro has become a vessel for cultivating eyes. What kind of family affection is bullshit!

A strong smell of iron rose from his throat, and a very dazzling blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Do you think your disabled body can survive two years?Why is your body so bad? Do you naively think that Uchiha Madara really has no defense at all for so many years?

Uchiha Mukun's words seemed to ring in his ears again, Uchiha Izuna wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed miserably.

"What's wrong with you, Quanna?" Uchiha Madara faintly felt that something was wrong with his brother, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"It's nothing, brother, I'm leaving first." Izumi Uchiha got up and bent over and left, "I'll come see you tomorrow."

"Wait for Quanna."

The young man's eyes changed, "Is there anything else?"

Uchiha Madara also straightened up, stepped forward and took out a white oil-paper umbrella from the cabinet and handed it to him, "I never liked to open an umbrella since I was a child."

Uchiha Izuna took the umbrella and opened it, the water droplets all over the sky were cut off, he sighed a low thank you, turned and left, and his figure disappeared into the rain.

Uchiha Madara, as you wish, but if there is an afterlife, I will definitely not let go of those who betray and use me, including you.

Fingers pressed against the bulge, pierced and pulled it out without hesitation, the palm was wet with blood, and casually threw the thing in the hand into the blue nutrient solution, sinking and floating, with a few strings of bubbles.

Nothing hurts like this.

Really, Uchiha Izuna thought so, the sun outside the house was just right, and it was bright. From then on, his world was deprived of the last black and white, and the smoke and clouds were forever silent.

However, it is worthwhile to exchange this hundred years of loneliness for this.

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