[Hokage] Flower Time

Huashi knew that the "not very good" he said was really not very good, and her partner might not be in a good situation.As she thought about it, she realized that the wounds on her body hadn't been cleaned for several days, her long hair was messy, and her body was still covered with sticky sweat and blood, which made her feel a little annoyed.

Under the circumstances at hand, such irritability can only be expressed irascibly to a person.With a straight face, she said to Madara, "I want to take a bath."

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Nine-Tails was already in sight, but the hunt for Nine-Tails was suddenly interrupted by others.Therefore, there was always anger in her heart.Such annoyance has been with her all the time, until she has clear water to wash the wound and body, and her mood slowly calms down.

She washed away the dirt stained on her body during the battle, and the clear water slid down the arc of her body, and when it flowed through the open wound, it caused a tingling pain.

She lowered her hands, bent down, stuck her head into the water, and closed her eyes tightly.The surface of the water caressed her cheeks, washing away all the filth.The ten or so seconds that she couldn't breathe made her mind go blank for a short while.In a daze, only the sound of surging water and the tingling of the wound remained.

Ten seconds later, the body began to desperately thirst for oxygen.Huashi raised his head and took a big breath.Oxygen enters the body and drives away all the turbidity.In the dark room, only her own breathing echoed.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the direction of the door.Accompanied by a small soft sound, a dim light leaked in from there, and at the same time there was the sound of the wind of Kunai breaking through the sky.She maintained the posture of throwing kunai, watching the kunai pass directly through Uchiha's body, and then she frowned slightly.

"What?" She slowly put down her hand and said.

"Wounding medicine." After the other party finished speaking, he put the medicine in his hand on the ground beside him.

Because of the light shining in, there was a faint light on the surface of the water, and it slightly lit up in one direction.Hiding in the darkness, she scooped up a handful of water with her hands, separated her fingers, and let the drops of water fall down.

"understood."

Uchiha Madara didn't speak any more, and retreated silently.

After washing her body, she slowly walked out of the bath.Her footsteps stepped on the slippery ground, leaving a string of wet water marks.She groped to put on her own clothes, but hesitated when she touched the ointment.

Do you want to use the medicine he gave?

He seemed to have no reason to kill himself.

She is already a "useful" person.

She put her hand on the wound on her abdomen, frowning slightly at the pain of the light touch.Then, her hand continued to stroke upwards, trying to touch the age-old scar on her chest through the skirt of her shirt.

That is the scar left by Uchiha Itachi.

When she was rescued by him outside Konoha Ninja Village... who changed her medicine?

These doubts, which had been lingering for many years, surged out again from the bottom of my heart.

She wiped her hair with the corner of the towel draped over her shoulders, and walked out of the bathroom barefoot.The dripping water dripped down the arc of her calf, drew a beautiful curve at her ankle, and finally printed on the wooden floor with her footsteps.It was already late at night, and Kawano Country fell into silence.

She raised her head and looked out of the window at the crescent moon hanging high outside the house.The dark blue sky envelopes everything, and the light of the moon is very soft.Because of this brilliance that shone like water, the nearby stars quietly hid their faint light.There was silence everywhere, it seemed that she was the only one left here.

She pushed open the sliding door of one of the rooms, and lay down among the quilts prepared by someone.The washed body became a little more relaxed, but fatigue suddenly began to emerge.The fierce battles of the day were gone, and the attempts that had made her work were dim.

In the quiet night, it seemed that nothing existed except herself.

Just when she was drowsy, she suddenly noticed someone appeared beside her.This way of elusive, there will be no one else except Madara.

She closed her eyes tightly and remained motionless, as if she had really fallen into a drowsy sleep, but she secretly turned Kunai, who had been under her hands, slightly in Madara's direction.

Although Madara appeared beside her, she remained silent, as if she was afraid of breaking the silence of the night.After a long time, perhaps sensing her fluctuating breathing, he spoke: "Your wound is not treated with medicine."

This sudden strange question even made her forget that she was pretending to be asleep.Hua Shi replied subconsciously: "It's just a small injury, no medicine is needed."

"I'll apply the medicine." Madara said, reaching out her hand in her direction.

"No." She turned around and turned her back towards him: "I don't need medicine, it's just a minor injury."

Perhaps it was her childish behavior that made Madara, who had always maintained a bitter and bitter image, not know how to deal with it, and he fell into speechlessness again.The moonlight is very quiet, and the wind outside the house occasionally blows the bells hanging under the eaves.The crisp and soft ringtone sounded very far away.For a while there is a series of fast, and for a while there is a lazy slow, ding dong clear.

After a long time, Madara suddenly asked a strange question: "Do you regret it?"

He has asked this question several times, but she has never answered it.This time, she did the same.

"What do you mean by regret?" she said.

"I thought that when you saw Kakashi, you would regret it."

The words and answers of the two people were always inconsistent, she didn't answer his question, and he chose another word, the two avoided each other, and they didn't know what topic they wanted to avoid.

"Why do you say that? I have no special relationship with Kakashi."

Maybe she reminded Madara, he said: "...I forgot, you have nothing to do with each other."

Holding Kunai hidden in the quilt, she kept her eyes open with her back facing him, staring closely at the darkness in front of her.Her Kunai leaned towards the rear slightly, and her words suddenly sounded in the silent night.

"Are you really Uchiha Madara?"

no answer.

The light ring of the bell came slowly, and when the wind brought the swaying bell, it also brought the light sound of the leaves rubbing against each other.There was silence everywhere, and she heard her own small and slow breathing.Not just her own, but Spotted's too.

"You... are really not some former ninja of the Uchiha clan, who used the name of death... to commit suicide, or died in the last ninja war, to deceive the closest people around you...family, or Teammates and teachers? Then quietly watching..."

She couldn't help asking again.

She remembered that she had asked this sentence.At that time, she was still wishing that her brother was still alive, and foolishly looked for the shadow of Shisui on Madara's body.But now, she asked this sentence again, not because of looking for traces of Zhishui, but because of a faintly emerging name.

"Is it necessary for you to know who I am?" Madara interrupted her.

"That's right, it doesn't matter to me who you are." She said mockingly.

"So...do you regret it?" Madara didn't give up on the question.

She frowned slightly, bit her lip and didn't want to answer.

For a moment no one spoke.

In the quiet night, Xisuo's crackling sounds sounded, and he seemed to be unbuttoning his mask.The cloth rubbed past, and he gently placed the mask on the wooden floor. The soft sound was very clear in the dark night, and it also made her heart beat.

When Huashi held Kunai's hand, she became more and more nervous.

...he removed the mask.

... what does he want to do?

He bent down towards her, and approached her silently in the darkness, until finally, his warm breath seemed to have blown on her neck.

Getting hotter and hotter, getting closer.

The wind outside seemed to be a little stronger, and the bells under the eaves shook loudly.The rapid bell rang in the wind, as if it was about to spin with the wind, and then be sent to an increasingly distant place.The continuous ding-dong sounds, as if it is joyfully welcoming the arrival of the wind, embracing the long-lost lover.

When his face was close to her skin, she suddenly said.

"I do not regret."

"A world without my brother is meaningless."

"Really?" Madara whispered, not getting closer to her body.His breath was so close that he seemed to be able to touch her body at any time.However, this easy-to-reach distance actually blocked him.

At the same time, Madara's hand had restrained her arm that was thrusting toward the back.He held her wrist, stopping the impetuous thrust in Huashi's hand.Then, Madara held her wrist, pressed her elbow little by little, and bent her arm towards her face.The piece left in front of her suffering, and finally placed it in front of herself.

The ringing of the bell gradually slowed down, and the wind might have stopped, so it was finally quiet outside the house.

He pressed her arm and folded Huashi's hands in front of her.This seemed to be a posture that a person immersed in sleep would have, but her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Madara maintained this position, wrapping his arms around her body, as if embracing some sleeping lover.He leaned over to her ear and said:

"I regret it."

Such words made her startled, and her eyes widened in the darkness.However, the field of vision was dim, and nothing could be seen clearly.But she knew that her suffering was right in front of her, close at hand, and she seemed to be able to feel the cold edge through the air.

Madara chuckled, and then said: "That's a rather long story, but the content of the story is very simple."