[Hokage] Flower Time

Without Madara's shackles, she doesn't have to worry about the "price" he has yet to raise, and there is no threat of being killed for losing her value. She can freely control her body and will.

This kind of cognition made her heart speed up suddenly.It seemed that someone quietly opened a door for her, and opened a new corridor in the dead corner where there was no way out.

leave here?From then on, whether it is revenge or choosing to continue looking for his brother, it is up to him to decide, and he does not need to rely on other people's choices.

Her hands climbed up to her cheeks without hesitation, and Hua Shi unconsciously touched the adhesive tape next to her lips repeatedly.The cool medicine suppressed the stinging pain caused by the burn, and also made her fall into a trance.

Obviously she should have chosen to leave without hesitation, but why did she hesitate for some reason at this time?

Is it because she couldn't protect herself after leaving Uchiha Madara?The arrest warrants from the five major countries will make it difficult for her to escape?

No... She is a strong enough person, she has the ability to protect herself.Without the blessing of Uchiha Madara, she can survive by herself.

Is it because without Le Madara's information, her search for Shishui will be hindered?

However, even if Madara had information about Shisui, she would not tell her.She would think so subconsciously—that man always did this, hiding everything from her, just like what Shisui and Itachi did.

For Uchiha Madara, she is just a tool.He's hunting powers everywhere, and she's just one of them.He had taught her carefully, but that was only for seeking more benefits.He can tease her,

Can also kill her.She still remembers that Uchiha Madara once strangled her throat in the underground secret room of Nanga Shrine, and she also remembered that Madara kicked her body mercilessly after her battle with Danzo.

Uchiha Madara is a cold and wanton person, what is she looking forward to?

Is it the pitiful resemblance between him and Zhi Shuishao, or...

"Looking forward to the day when she is more than just a tool"...

She slightly closed her black eyes, her face turned cold.Once these irritating thoughts appeared, she forcibly suppressed them, and turned everything into a cold one.

She is bound only by Zhishui.What she is pursuing now is the whereabouts of Zhishui.Neither Madara nor Itachi can replace such a bond.

Thinking of this, she settled her mind and walked quickly back to her room.She tied up her black hair, put on a robe, and put the glass bottle with water-stopping eyes in her arms.With one hand, he put all the weapons on the table into the ninja bag, adjusted Konoha's forehead, and then strode towards the door.

The closer she got to the bright place, the more violent her heartbeat became.

leave?leave.If he leaves without saying goodbye and hides his whereabouts, he will never find himself again.

Whether it's his strange tenderness that comes out of nowhere, or his sometimes frightening need to control, it can be avoided by far.

Her feet stood at the door, and a gust of wind blew the hem of her clothes.She took a deep breath and stepped out.

Inch by inch, she has stepped out of here, as if silently stepping out of Madara's control.

"you……"

An unexpected voice rang in her ears, making her froze.The vortex of time and space gradually emerged beside her, and Madara's figure in black robe and brown mask emerged from it.He stretched out his black-gloved hand, strangled her by the throat like before.

She urged her stiff body to move, escaped from the involuntary fear and crouching when facing him, and avoided his hand sideways.This kind of action made Uchiha Madara's voice deeper and deeper: "...you betrayed me."

She subconsciously wanted to answer "no", but she denied herself in the bottom of her heart.She did have the idea of ​​betraying Ban—she planned to leave quickly while Ban was away, and hide away from then on.

No, that wasn't betrayal...just a normal departure.When did she classify herself as a follower of Uchiha Madara from the bottom of her heart?

Madara's head moved slightly, he looked at the burning black flame, and said, "So that's the case.... Itachi is the reason."

"...No." She said in a low voice, taking a step back.

"If I hadn't been watching from the sidelines." Madara said, "I would have believed your words."

Huashi raised his head in disbelief—he actually saw everything?

Then, he also saw her hesitation and struggle, but he didn't show up to stop him, but wanted to see if she would really betray him?It turned out that from the very beginning, she had no chance to escape.Even the hesitation just now was insignificant.

"When the chick grows up, it will have the desire to spread its wings to the sky. As the bird in the cage grows up, it wants to get rid of the shackles of the cage." Madara tilted her head slightly, looking at her face: "If one day the breeder is right Tired of this, maybe he'll just kill the caged bird. Even watching a dead body...is much better than catching it over and over again."

"Are you going to kill me now?" She asked coldly, "Really?"

"Originally, I wanted to do that." Madara replied, "But your painful expression just now pleased me, so I don't want to do that."

She was silent and did not speak.

"Ah... that's right." Madara suddenly remembered something, and said, "I didn't say that as the price for telling you the 'truth' back then, did I? Now I suddenly thought... As punishment for your betrayal, you The price to pay is…”

He approached her body, lifted her chin with his fingers, and stroked the place covered by ointment and adhesive tape with his index finger, saying: "Always follow me who you are tired of and fear."

As he spoke, his cuff moved.

Huashi thought he would take out kunai or some kind of weapon, but what he took out was a bunch of wilted flowers.Perhaps some special method was used, but the center of the scorched yellow petals can still see a trace of the former purple.The once green stems turned into a withered yellow.He stuffed this delicate flower into her palm, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "This is my birthday present to you."

——The so-called "gift", I don't know if it is referring to the "price" or the flowers that obviously do not belong to spring.

She clenched her hand tightly, and the petals scattered and fell in all directions, blown away by the sudden wind.She suddenly raised her head, stood where she was, and said, "In the summer when I was 12 years old, someone put a freesia in front of the tombstone of Your Excellency the Fourth Generation. Is that person, you?"

Uchiha Madara had already brushed her shoulder and walked over. Hearing her words, he stopped, turned his head slightly, and said slowly: "... who knows? Maybe someone wants to mourn the president It's the hero Hokage who comes a little too late. Never comes at the right time... always arrives a little too late, like the freesia that comes in spring."

Your Excellency the fourth generation...is it always one step late?

She closed her eyes, not knowing what to say.

"You don't have to worry about your whereabouts." Madara stood behind her and said, "When the time is right, I will send you to Itachi's side."

"When is the right time?"

"soon."

Such a conversation filled her with doubts: "...This time, aren't you worried that I will betray you by obeying Itachi's words?"

"No." There was no hesitation in his words: "He will only push you further and further away. As I said, you are already on two different paths. He will not take you in, nor will you won't come near you."

"And... you want to know Shisui's whereabouts." Madara said, "You have to meet Itachi, right?"

Huashi stood there stiffly, and as soon as the name "Zhishui" came to her ears, her originally calm heart suddenly had many uneasy ripples.

"Wait a minute!" She turned around suddenly, chased in the direction Madara left, and said, "Madara, do you know the whereabouts of Shisui? You also know, right? About Shisui... About Where did he go..."

She ran forward a few steps, even ignoring her fear of Uchiha Madara, she reached out and grabbed his skirt.She felt that this kind of movement was very familiar, like when she went to the ninja school for the first time, she had to grab the skirt of the person next to her because she was afraid.She tugged at the corner of his black clothes and begged, "Please, please look at me."

She has always tried to put herself in the same position as him, emphasizing time and time again that she does not want to be a tool, but now she suddenly uses this low profile to speak pleadingly.Perhaps it was this unusual attitude and contrast that aroused Madara's interest, Madara turned around slowly, taking her hands off her lapel.

He met her eyes—scarlet eyes with intricate kaleidoscopic patterns.Different from her low profile begging, she had a smile on her face after a successful scheme, and complicated expectations.

She has been with him long enough, she knows him as well as Bai Jue.

Madara's body froze as soon as the illusion capable of changing a person's will entered his eyes.She slowly, slowly raised her hands and reached for Madara's mask.Her hand touched his temperatureless mask, and she stretched back along the black tie that bound her.She weighed her feet, put her hands around his neck, and untied the tie behind his head little by little.

There was some tenderness in her movements, as if she was just hugging him ambiguously.

The slightly raised black short hair pricked her arm with a slightly itchy touch.A very easy and simple movement, but she found it very difficult. These few seconds are as long as centuries.

With a soft sound, his mask gradually fell off, revealing the black hair that had been pressed down on his forehead.