Restart to love you

"Lord Madara and Lord Hashirama asked me to take you back, but the space channel is temporarily closed and it will take some time. We can't go there for now. Are you okay?" Lingyue is the most important thing to him.

"There's no fighting over there, right?"

"Madara-sama will only calm down after confirming that you are okay."

"Haha, I understand."

“This side…”

"Oh, they don't know anything. I didn't tell them who I am."

Seeing Lingyue being intimate with a man who looked a lot like Izumi, Madara suddenly became furious. It wasn't jealousy, but rather the feeling that something he'd always treasured was about to be snatched away. Just looking at that man made him uncomfortable, like he'd just met someone of his own kind, their magnetic field not working together. Madara angrily walked between the two of them, pulling Lingyue away from the man, and shielding her behind him. "Who are you? Don't you know that physical contact between men and women is forbidden?" In the Warring States period, these intimate gestures were only permitted between husband and wife.

"Chief, he is really my fiancé, and this time he wants me to go back." Ling Yue hurriedly explained.

"Go back? Go back where? Isn't Uchiha your home?"

"It's my family, that's right, but it's not this Uchiha."

"Is there another Uchiha?"

"Head, it's hard to explain right now. Let's go back to the clan and tell you in detail." Lingyue quickly pulled Madara away, three meters away from Sasuke. Madara wasn't as easy to fool as his father, and he hadn't yet recognized Sasuke. "He's truly an Uchiha. Isn't the Sharingan the best proof?"

"Then why have I never seen it? With such strong fighting ability, I should remember it."

"Chief, in your eyes, apart from Izunai and the chief opposite, who else can you see?" Lingyue angrily exposed Ban's lie.

"No one curses like you." Madara muttered softly.

"Chief, I'm a ninja." I could hear him even if he whispered softly. Lingyue pulled Sasuke away, preventing Madara from getting close to him.

"I've never seen you protect him like this before."

"He is my lover. If I don't protect him, who should I protect?"

Madara was furious when he saw Lingyue protecting Sasuke. She looked similar to Izuna, but their personalities were completely different. Madara coldly watched Lingyue holding Sasuke's hand, protecting him so tightly that it was hard to strike. Madara suppressed his urge to fight Sasuke, feeling that if he dared to touch Sasuke, Lingyue would definitely turn against him.

After Lingyue and Madara had talked it out, Madara looked at Lingyue and then at Sasuke, "How could he agree to you being with him?" Madara said with a look of disgust on his face.

"I like it." Lingyue said as a matter of course.

"I always feel that he did something bad to you." Madara always felt that this kid must have something else to say.

"Sasuke has always been very good to me." Lingyue looked puzzled. "You are just being overly suspicious. Sasuke has always been very good to me. I will go make you a dessert."

"Well, make more, he wants to eat too." Although he didn't like Sasuke, Madara still did the proper hospitality.

"He doesn't like sweets."

"What? There's actually someone like you? You could explain it as Hashirama's genes. I think he's completely Uchiha, so how could he not like sweets? Is it a genetic mutation?"

"It's not completely wrong. Sasuke prefers sweet and sour foods, like tomatoes."

"Tomatoes, that stuff is so sour." As a senior sweet lover, Ban was a little confused. Why would anyone like to eat something so sour like tomatoes?

"Alas, everyone has their own preferences. Don't be angry. If you're not feeling well, how can you expect me to be around in the future?"

"This, this hasn't happened yet." After being exposed, Madara couldn't speak clearly.

"Don't worry, it will be there."

After Lingyue left, Madara and Sasuke stared at each other in an awkward atmosphere. Izuna was speechless. Is this the feeling of a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law and getting more and more angry? This young man seemed quite reliable. His eyes never left Lingyue the whole time. No, dear, you can't hide your love for someone with your eyes. Izuna admired this young man very much. He was very powerful at such a young age and had opened the Mangekyō Sharingan. He looked a bit like her, but his personality was similar to her brother's.

"Huh? What are you doing?" When Lingyue, who had finished making desserts, came in, she saw that Izuna and Sasuke were getting along very well, discussing some ninjutsu issues, while Madara was staring at Sasuke intently. "Come and eat." Madara was no longer interested in staring at Sasuke because he was eating dessert.

"Come here, Sasuke, these are tomatoes, freshly washed." Lingyue gave the red little tomatoes to Sasuke to eat.

"Thank you. You can eat too."

"Okay." Lingyue did not refuse to eat tomatoes. Although she didn't like them particularly, she could eat them.

"I really don't understand. What's so delicious about something so sour?" Banbai Lingyue glanced at Sasuke.

"Okay, brother, don't be angry. Didn't Lingyue say that everyone has their own preferences? They probably can't understand why we eat dessert." To prevent the clan's land from being razed to the ground by her brother's Susanoo, Izuna quickly persuaded her brother to shut up. Seeing Izuna like this, Madara just shut up in anger, but still glared at Sasuke with his Sharingan. Sure enough, it was difficult for him to accept at this time that his future daughter was taken away by his reincarnation.

When Sasuke and Lingyue went for a walk outside, Izumi quickly persuaded Madara, "Brother, that is your reincarnation, which means that Guaiguai originally liked you."

"She's my daughter, of course she likes me."

"So, liking Sasuke doesn't mean liking you? Brother, why should you make such a clear distinction? Besides, Guaiguai will eventually get married. I think this Sasuke is good. At least he knows everything about me and I can rest assured."

"Humph, I just don't like him."

"Brother, then you just hate yourself."

“No, I’m just…”

"It's normal to feel uncomfortable seeing your treasure being taken away. That's just like how Thousand Hands White Hair dislikes you because you stole his eldest brother."

Madara figured it out and was eventually persuaded by Izuna, but he still disliked Sasuke.

"I don't seem to be liked by my future father-in-law." Sasuke rarely said green tea. After all, they met every day now, but Madara still didn't treat him well. Although Madara admired his fighting ability, it didn't stop him from disliking him.

"How should I put it? The more the father-in-law looks at his son-in-law, the angrier he gets. That's the truth. When we have a daughter in the future, you'll understand how your father feels now."

"Lord Madara over there is more approachable."

"Maybe because of my mother's long-term company, my personality has softened a lot, but my nature hasn't changed. I'm still sharp-tongued towards my uncle."