Sente Eiji's Black Friday

"--are you ready?"

In the deep cave, a man's stern and cold voice sounded.

In front of him, the monk with big and small eyes nodded with a smile, while the tall, silver-haired young man did not answer, but quietly half-kneeled beside the altar, his pretty white fingertips caressing the face of the sleeping blue-haired young man on it. .

The sleepy young man was healthy and uninjured, but his breathing was weak as if he was about to die, which made the eyes of the young man kneeling next to him ignorantly red.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes in pain, got up and moved behind.

"Then, the old age is about to begin."

The old monk clasped his hands cheerfully, and his whole body glowed with white light:

"spiritualism--"

The withered vine flowers fell to the ground desolately, no one cared in the cold autumn wind.

When Qianshou Feijian hurriedly passed by this lifeless courtyard, he just glanced at the dying wisteria tree, and looked away as if he had been stabbed, with a bitterness that he couldn't help but feel.

Does even this tree herald something?

He didn't want to look more, and quickly walked around the corridor to the Japanese room sheltered from the wind, and walked in lightly.

The bitter smell of medicine came out, accompanied by the high temperature that made people feel hot even in late autumn.

Fei Jian's gaze stayed on several braziers in the corner for a while, then moved to the two people in the middle of the room.

Uchiha Madara was silently by his lover's pillow, his hair was still tied up high, but the bright eyes were gone.

Noticing the approach of the door, he was half a beat late before turning his gaze, which had been focused on his lover, to him, and his dark eyes were gray.

After a while, he lowered his eyes again, tucked the quilt for his sleeping lover, and then stood up.

"Don't take too long."

He said hoarsely, turned and walked out.

The door was gently closed, Qianshou looked away, and suddenly met a pair of blue eyes.

He clenched his hands unconsciously, paused, and then knelt down beside the seriously ill man: "...I heard that you want to see me."

Yui Eiji smiled at him, and stretched out his hand without saying a word.

Walking on his knees between the gates, he got closer, leaned over and put his hands in his palms, and trembled his fingertips imperceptibly after feeling the cold temperature of the tentacles.

After Ying Er became seriously ill, they tried all kinds of methods to treat him, but no matter how skilled the doctors were, they couldn't accurately find out his cause, let alone cure him.

Up to now, they can only try their best to delay Eiji's weakening pace.

Uchiha Madara quickly became silent, just quietly accompanied Eiji all day, and was indifferent to other things.

Uchiha Izumi seems to be the same, and the work of building the village and the family affairs that originally belonged to Uchiha Madara are also handled very well, but looking at his dark circles that are deepening day by day, Tobuma actually seriously doubts whether he is I haven't been sleeping recently.

The state of these two Uchihas is very worrying.

but……

Looking at the weak and silent thing between the mattresses, the most cherished treasure in my life, I couldn't stop a dull pain in my heart.

But he was helpless against Eiji's condition.

Thinking of this, Tomona couldn't help but clenched Eiji's cold hand, and said with some difficulty: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Whatever it is, just say it, and He will do it for you.

"That's right..." Eiji Yuromo raised the corners of his lips, his voice was as soft as a whisper.

At this point, his smile is still as innocent as it was many years ago, as if the current illness has not affected him at all.

"Teijian, there is one thing I want to ask you...and I can only ask you."

He said with a pale face, and hooked his fingers feebly, "Because, except you... I don't believe in anyone."

A look of astonishment quickly flashed across Qianshou Feijian's face.

There was an imperceptible movement in his eyes, he lowered his head and looked at Ying Er for a while, then squeezed his hand tightly, and leaned over to his bloodless lips.

Eiji smiled slightly.

He tilted his head closer to the ear between the leaves, and the cool breath gently blew past the man's ear:

"Listen well, Feijian... The reason why I am dying is because my soul is not complete. If this continues, even the real me... will die because of the separation of my soul."

"You may not believe it, but please do as I say... After you leave, please go to the land of the dragon veins in the Kingdom of Wind, and use the power there to go to the future... Unlock the seal of the dragon veins .”

"At that time, you will understand everything..."

The barely audible whispers slowly died away.

Qianshou couldn't help opening his eyes wide, looked at him again in astonishment, and blurted out in a trembling state: "What do you mean? Could it be... Could it be that the real you are——!"

"Shh-"

Eiji Yuromo raised the corners of his lips slightly, and raised his limp hand against his lips: "I told you that you will understand...but not now."

Qianshou frowned and watched him, her magnificent red eyes filled with complicated and struggling emotions, she unconsciously tightened her hand while holding him.

But in the end, he still didn't ask anything, just raised his hand and squeezed his fingers into the palm of his hand, and let out a deep sigh with his lowered eyes: "I promise you."

Eiji rolled his eyes warmly: "Thank you."

"Between you and me, there is no need to say thank you." Feijian rubbed his head, paused, and caressed the end of his eyes with his thumb.

He hesitated for a moment, but still asked in a low voice: "You... Is your body really on the verge of its limit?"

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy way, when this sentence is asked, isn't it equivalent to explaining everything clearly?

Eiji showed a helpless expression, and Senshou Feijian naturally understood what he meant at a glance, and his red eyes dimmed involuntarily.

That's it.

That is to say... in the future I'm afraid I won't be able to...

He suddenly closed his eyes to cover the emotions in his eyes, and opened them again after a few seconds. He seemed to be as calm as usual and said: "In this case, you can also answer a question for me."

He looked at Eiji in a blink of an eye, his tone sounded calm, but Eiji noticed the very conspicuous redness in the corners of his eyes on his fair skin: "Why do you support Madara as Hokage?"

The blue-haired man looked at him quietly for a while, the corners of his lips raised slightly: "He is my lover, why don't I support him?"

"But you clearly knew from the very beginning that the winner would be my elder brother." Tomona pointed this out sharply, as if he had heard Eiji's heartfelt words with his own ears, "And you knew from the very beginning how dangerous Madara was. , that’s why you bonded with him, didn’t you?”

"Ah..." Yinger smiled lightly as if in admiration, he didn't say yes or no, he just patted his hand lightly, and asked a little abruptly:

"Tobima, what do you think...if Hokage is Madara's job, if faced with a desperate situation where he needs to make a choice, between me and the village...which side will he choose?"

Qianshou froze for a moment, then frowned, and came up with the answer in a flash: "...he will choose you."

As he said this, a clear expression appeared on his face unconsciously.

That's right, it is absolutely impossible for Uchiha Madara to give up Eiji Yuyi.

Isn't Eiji's serious illness this time the best example?Before Madara became Hokage, he could put aside village affairs and even Uchiha's family affairs. Then when he becomes Hokage, he will definitely be more emotional when encountering difficulties...

However, from a personal point of view, Tomona, whose heart is towards Eiji, cannot say that Madara did something wrong this time.

"...He is just not suitable to be Hokage." So in the end, he just said this dryly, and he couldn't believe that he was actually saying good things to Uchiha Madara, "But his heart for you is true... ..."

"Yeah." Eiji Yuyi smiled weakly, his eyes were far away and in a trance, as if looking at a distant place that no one knew.

"I also know that he will definitely choose me... It's not that he's bad, it's just that he can't be a qualified Hokage, and he's more idealistic than others, and he's more likely to end up in a dead end..."

"So you use the method of public election...to coax him?" Qian Shou Feijian said with a strange expression, "You think the real reason cannot convince him, so you use the method of winning in an upright manner to make him lose. willingly?"

Eiji smiled noncommittally.

Qianshou couldn't help being dumbfounded.

He straightened his lips unconsciously, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "I thought you were just using him, but I didn't expect you to treat him with such care."

Carefully... huh?

probably.

Eiji Yuromo raised his eyes to look at the ceiling, and sighed in his heart tiredly.

After years of attention, calculation and analysis, he has unconsciously understood him better than Uchiha Madara himself, and even until now he is still thinking about him.

After so many years of painstaking care and care, perhaps it can no longer be explained clearly by the initial sentence "guard".

...But, no matter what his feelings for Madara are, at the moment when [Eiji Hagoromo] is about to die, it's almost time to stop here.

Feelings for people from the past do not affect him.

Nor would he allow such unrealistic feelings to affect him.

"Madara's love for me will allow him to always protect Konoha on my behalf."

The man who seemed a little tired said this softly, looking at Tomona with worries and hopes in his eyes, "So Tomona...can I ask you not to be too vigilant against Uchiha?"

Qianshou was stunned.

He stared intently at the increasingly pale and tired man. After a long time, he looked away without saying a word, and said softly, "It depends on the performance of those guys."

Eiji Hagoromo smiled.

He knew that with Tobima's temperament, being able to say such words was already a disguised compromise and promise.

"Sure enough...it's great that I can meet Toboma."

The frail blue-haired man said with crooked eyebrows, his smile was as bright and beautiful as when they first met.

"Over the years...Thank you for taking care of me, Tobima."

A few days later, Qian Shoufei received a request from a long distance away, and left the village alone.

The sky was very bright that day, and the blue sky was refreshing. Even Eiji, who had been unable to get out of bed for many days, came to sit on the porch in good spirits.

Uchiha Madara hurried around him, not only moved the brazier to his side, but also wrapped him in a thick feather, filled a hot water bottle and stuffed it into his arms.

After finishing all this work, he sat next to Ying Er, quietly watching the blue sky and the wisteria flower tree in the courtyard with him.

Eiji's spirit was really good that day, there was no pain or weakness on his face, he looked as healthy and lively as before.

"Sweep up the fallen petals later." He smiled and pointed to the fallen wisteria flowers, "The dry ones can be used as fertilizer, and the freshly fallen ones can be dried and used for incense."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Madara's face also had a long-lost smile on his face, and his dark eyes stared at him intently and softly, with hot and forbearing emotions in his eyes, and his tenderness could be clearly seen .

So Eiji laughed contentedly, took the initiative to hold his hand, leaned on him crookedly, and chatted lazily with him.

"Madara, do you know? You are really sweet sometimes."

"Sweet?"

"It means it's easy to cheat."

"……yes."

"Hey, don't believe me! Let's use an analogy, the stone tablet in the basement of your family's shrine, the words 'yin and yang combination' or 'unlimited moon reading' written on it must be fake!"

"? How do you know we have a stele?"

"Because Eiji-sama, I am omnipotent! ——I'm lying to you hahaha, but it's actually because I really buried nails in your clan."

"..."

"...Would you blame me?"

The patriarch Uchiha, who was speechless, glanced at his lover lying on top of him, sighed helplessly, and reached out to touch his soft hair: "No."

"Really?"

"Really. When have I lied to you?"

"If you want to but you're too embarrassed to say it, you'll be able to lie."

"...Eiji Hagoromo!!"

"Ahahaha sorry sorry!"

The blue-haired man smiled and hugged his exasperated lover, kissed his flushed cheek, then buried his head in his warm neck and sighed comfortably.

"But I'm telling the truth. What's written on that stone tablet of yours is really ridiculous. You must not believe everything you see, and you must not be fooled into believing it!"

"No, I'm not a child anymore, how could I be so stupid."

"That's not necessarily—cough, I mean that, that's good! In short, you remember, Mr. Eiji, the smartest ninja world, has already concluded that it is fake. If you believe me, you must not believe it. nonsense?"

"Well, I believe you."

"You must trust me, okay?"

"Well, I believe."

"Must be sure?"

"...Are you done yet?"

"Ah hurts!"

The annoying Eiji-kun who had been confirmed again and again was stunned by Madara speechlessly. He covered his forehead exaggeratedly and yelled, and sure enough, he got Madara's nervous eyes immediately: "What, what? Does it hurt so much?"

The blue-haired man who acted coquettishly smiled, lowered his hands to reveal his blushing forehead, smiled and tightened his arms under the gaze of Madara, leaned against his arms and took a deep breath of the saponin fragrance on his body.

"spot."

"Ok?"

"I love you."

"..."

Uchiha Madara was quiet for three seconds, then turned his head to look at him like lightning after reacting, with such force that people worried that he would break his neck: "You...?!"

His eyes widened in astonishment and disbelief, his trembling pupils narrowed like needlepoints, he held Yingji tightly as if he was afraid of losing something, his lips were trembling, before he could say anything, he grabbed the back of his head and captured him gently breathe.

The slightly cool and soft lips pressed up.

Yui Eiji gave him a lingering and touching deep kiss in the bright sky, his slightly closed brows and eyes were extremely soft, and his figure was reflected in the deep blue eyes for the first time.

He cupped his face and looked at him, whispering softer than autumn.

"No matter what happens in the future, you have to remember this, Madara——now, at this moment, the me in front of you... I really love you."

That night, Yui Eiji passed away.

He left a weird last word not to record himself in the history books, and closed his eyes with a smile in the company of his lover Uchiha Madara.

At the funeral a few days later, Uchiha Izumi fainted several times from crying, no one could persuade her, she hugged Eiji Hagoromo's tombstone like a madman and refused to leave.

It wasn't until Senshou Tomona, who was out, came back in a hurry, took out a bottle of precious Mutun cell diluent, and told him that Eiji Hagoromo had prepared it for his eyes in advance, which made Quanna hold the bottle in a daze. The diluent leaves.

After that, Qianshou Feijian stood in front of the tombstone and looked down at the name engraved on it.

He was silent for a moment, and gently said "Eiji Hagoromo" in a mocking tone that others could not understand.

In the end, he turned around and left without even presenting a single memorial flower.

Uchiha Madara was the only one left in the silent cemetery.

He still tied his hair with the hair rope Eiji gave him, but his eyebrows and eyes were more peaceful than those when Eiji Yugoromo was seriously ill, as if Eiji Yugoromo was still by his side, looking at the tombstone with sad but warm eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, a wriggling black shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

"Oh, it looks like you miss him a lot... Madara."

The group of black shadows laughed strangely, and under Uchiha Madara's displeased and murderous gaze, they uttered a deceptive demon-like whisper:

"But you sure don't know? Madara, a person as proud as you is after all just a substitute for someone else! Hahahahaha...!"