Senju Hashima is in a panic every day [Comprehensive]

"Cough cough cough..."

Madara propped his hands on the ground and kept coughing, the water droplets dripping from his body quickly gathered into a pool of puddles, his throat was very uncomfortable, so that was fine, but there was an extremely annoying guy next to his ear , talking non-stop.

"How do you feel, Madara? How could you drown if you're doing well?" Hashirama patted Madara's back and said happily, "Fortunately, I'm by your side this time, otherwise... the consequences would be unimaginable!"

Madara waved Hashirama's hand away, thinking it was because you were by his side, otherwise he wouldn't have drowned at all...

Hashirama is not such a man who can be easily rejected, he ignored Madara's resistance at all, and stubbornly moved to the latter's side to support Madara: "Hey Madara, did you count me as the winner just now?"

"..." You are so treacherous, he didn't even settle the score, but he was ashamed to say that he had won, Madara roared angrily, "Why do you count as winning? I haven't fallen yet!"

Hashirama immediately said something that seemed to be a statement but was actually hateful: "But you are drowning."

Madara grabbed Hashirama by the collar and began to shake it crazily: "How many times do you have to say this, Hundan!"

Hashirama was shaken so that only the whites of his eyes were left, and he apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I won't mention it again, let me go, I'm going to vomit, vomit—"

Madara yelled, "Don't spit on me!!"

That day, the young man with the hedgehog head walked away shirtless. He sneaked away from his tribe and returned home. Madara Uchiha breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived at a familiar place. Fortunately, no one found him.

At this time, a clear and clear child's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Brother? You..."

Madara's body froze, like a rusty machine, he turned around extremely slowly, and saw Quanna looking at him with an indescribable expression.

"You are..." Uchiha Izumi originally wanted to ask if you were attacked by the enemy, but immediately after he found his brother's naked skin, there were faint red marks, which looked very ambiguous and Love. Color.

Quan Nai suddenly opened his eyes wide, could this be... His face turned red suddenly, and he lowered his head to stop looking at his elder brother who was wearing strange marks, "I'm sorry, I was the one to be rude." After he finished speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave go.

Uchiha Madara immediately understood what his younger brother had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "Wait, Quanna, this is not what you think, I just had a fight with a friend!"

There was a fight... Was the goblin fighting? ?Quan Nai felt that she knew something, friend... My brother actually likes men, no wonder the imprint left by the other party is so hot!An image of a passionate, boldly dressed male ninja appeared in his mind, um, he looked like a gaudy goblin or something.

As for Uchiha Madara doesn't like women, this is no problem in Quanna's view. The current era is very dangerous, and the average life expectancy of people is even less than 30 years old. In such a short life, why should you restrain yourself? Since you like that Just enjoy.

But my brother doesn't want me to know, so just pretend not to know, Uchiha Quanna replied very understandingly: "Oh, it turned out to be a friend, it turned out to be a fight, brother, I know, please don't worry , go and take care of yourself first."

Quan Nai recalled what she said, what a caring little padded jacket, she couldn't help giving herself a thumbs up in her heart: "Next time you go to fight with your friends, you can bring more clothes, so that you won't have the same clothes as today." kind of trouble."

I don't think you understand at all, Uchiha Madara waved weakly: "...forget about today, I will check your homework tomorrow."

Quan Naiwan was struck by lightning: "..." Isn't it okay that he is so sensible.

Three months passed quickly. During this period, Hashirama and Madara would find time to meet each other every day. If they couldn't come the next day, they would tell each other a day in advance.

Once Hashirama was unable to come to the river because of a temporary incident, and it was already late when the matter was over. He hurried to the river, thinking that it was impossible for Madara to stay here and wait for him, and at the same time, he felt that Madara was a trustworthy person and would not do anything without permission. then leave.

In the end, he really saw Madara sitting on the ground by the river. The orange sunset shone on him, stretching Madara's shadow for a long time. Against the backdrop of a piece of vegetation dyed deep red, there was a kind of saying An undeniable sense of depression.

At this moment, I felt my heart beating suddenly, and something in my heart was touched. He jumped to Madara's side, clasped his hands together and sincerely apologized to Madara: "I'm sorry, sorry, I was blocked by something. , please don’t be angry with me for keeping you waiting for so long!”

Madara stood up, Hashirama thought that Madara would scold him severely like before, and he was even ready to fight back if he was beaten or scolded, but he didn't expect Madara to hug him.

Hashirama's lips were slightly parted in shock, and in this hug, he actually felt Madara's fear.

"I thought something happened to you," Madara buried his head on Hashirama's shoulder, his voice muffled, "It's okay...you're fine."

"I..." Hashirama didn't know how to answer. There was a feeling in Madara's words that made him flustered. In this case, you should go back first, lest your clansmen notice that something is wrong."

This is really a problem, Uchiha Madara stared at Hashirama for a long time before saying: "Okay." Then he picked up a stone and hit it towards the opposite bank.

Hashirama breathed a sigh of relief for no reason. He thought of tomorrow's aristocratic mission, which is to face off against the Uchiha family. He looked at Madara with a little more worry in his eyes: "I may not be able to come tomorrow..."

Madara said casually: "What a coincidence, I happen to have something to do tomorrow."

"Are you going to the battlefield?"

This was the first time Hashirama asked such a sensitive topic, and Madara glanced at the watermelon head and replied, "No, I'm in charge of the retreat."

Hashirama laughed again: "That's good." Even after experiencing it, he couldn't help but want to confirm it again. Fortunately, we won't meet directly on the battlefield.

As time got late, they had to separate, and when Hashirama was walking towards the land of the Thousand Hands, Madara suddenly rushed up, hugged his shoulders from behind, and turned Hashirama around, Hashirama wondered: "What? ..."

He silenced his voice abruptly, and Madara suddenly kissed him on the cheek, that soft and hot touch kept hitting Hashirama's heart, Madara...kissed herself? ? ?

He seemed to be pleasing Madara by being frightened into a fool, and the latter showed a bright smile to Hashirama: "Hashirama, don't die on the battlefield tomorrow."

After saying this, Madara disappeared, leaving the stupid Hashirama standing there for a long, long time, and finally touched his cheek.