At Uchiha Madara's secret base, in front of the outer path demonic statue, beneath Hashirama's statue.
Uchiha Madara was holding Feiyu, trying to lull him to sleep.
He had been holding him for most of the day, reluctant to let go.
He even took Feiyu with him when he went to the bathroom.
If someone else were watching, Madara might not have been able to urinate.
But with Feiyu watching, he didn't care at all; in fact, he urinated farther and more forcefully than usual.
“Pshh…”
Nearly two meters!
Madara nodded with satisfaction: “Although it’s not as good as my peak, two meters is already quite good.”
This was the most direct sign of recovering his vitality!
The reason Madara was so inseparable from Feiyu was indeed partly due to his desire to recover his body as quickly as possible.
However, a greater reason was that Madara truly grew to love this child more and more the more he looked at him.
He even loved him to the point of fearing he would drop him if held in his hands, or melt if held in his mouth.
Feiyu, of course, was enjoying Lord Madara’s doting to the extreme.
It seemed his most vulnerable childhood period should pass smoothly; he never thought Lord Madara had such a gentle side…
It was just that his habit of not washing his hands after using the toilet wasn't very good…
But enjoyment aside, White Zetsu and Obito’s efficiency was truly slow…
They had been gone for most of the day, and they still hadn't brought back diapers and milk.
Feiyu was now in a dilemma, both up and down.
His upper mouth was crying to be fed, while his lower part was uncomfortably holding it in.
Feiyu really wanted to relieve himself freely and comfortably, but because Lord Madara held him in his arms every second without letting go, Feiyu couldn't bear to draw a map on his thin, worn, non-waterproof clothes.
For this, Feiyu began to smack his lips repeatedly, and his two small hands patted his little belly back and forth, trying to make Lord Madara understand his intentions.
“Abba abba…”
“Abba abba-labba-labba…”
Seeing the little angel in his arms suddenly become restless, Lord Madara quickly transformed into a cradle and began to sway gently, coaxing him as he swayed: “Little Feiyu, what’s wrong? Are you cold? Don’t be afraid, Godfather will hold you tighter ~ Let’s huddle together for warmth ~”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Madara exerted a slight force, holding Feiyu even tighter in his arms.
“!!!”
Feiyu was going crazy.
His belly was really not suitable for being squeezed right now!
Squeezing was one thing, but it was also squeezing while swaying, and what Feiyu couldn't stand the most was that Lord Madara, in order to better coax him, would occasionally hum a whistle-like sound.
‘Lord Madara, you’re pressing too hard, don’t do this, I… I can’t control it!’
‘Ugh… it’s coming out!’
This sound was like a catalyst; Feiyu could no longer bear it. Man has three urgencies, and this was the foremost.
“Whoosh…”
A warm, wet sensation seeped through the swaddling, down Madara’s clothes, and poured out.
Immediately after, a pungent ammonia fragrance slowly permeated the air…
“Hmm?” Lord Madara’s expression froze: “Little Feiyu, you couldn’t possibly be…?”
He sniffed towards Feiyu’s swaddling, frowning slightly.
Sure enough…
He had indeed peed.
Feiyu’s little face was completely red, and he was still smacking his lips: “Abba abba-makabaka…!”
‘Lord Madara, this is just the prelude! Let me down quickly, next it won’t just be liquid! You won’t be able to handle it!’
Just at this critical moment, Obito finally returned.
“Obito, come here quickly! Little Feiyu peed, you change his diaper!”
“Ah, this…” Obito said speechlessly: “I don’t like children.”
Uchiha Madara’s brow furrowed: “You won’t listen to me? Do you not want to see Rin again?!”
Obito: “What does seeing Rin have to do with changing this brat’s diaper?”
Lord Madara said haughtily: “Of course! If I say it does, it does!”
Obito sighed helplessly, cursing inwardly: “Damn it! This evil Uchiha old man…”
Despite his internal cursing, being dependent on Madara and having a favor to ask of him, Obito had no choice but to obey Madara’s arrangements.
Obito took little Feiyu from Madara’s arms with a look of disgust, placed him on a nearby stone slab, opened the swaddling, and pulled out a diaper, preparing to change it.
“Eh? Wait! What’s that smell?”
“…”
“Damn it! This stinky brat pooped!”
Lord Madara roared from the side: “Obito, who are you calling a stinky brat?!”
“Where, where, where? Quickly open it and let me see!” White Zetsu, who was on Obito’s body, looked for a moment, then rested his hand on his chin in a thoughtful pose, saying seriously: “Wow~ The shape isn’t bad!”
Obito snorted: “If you like this stuff, then you change this brat!”
White Zetsu: “Hehe, now that I’m attached to you, you are me, and I am you, so what’s the difference who changes it~”
“Sigh…” Obito bit the bullet and wiped little Feiyu’s body clean. After putting the diaper on little Feiyu, he heard a burst of “wahahaha” laughter. Only then did he realize that Feiyu had been smiling at him the entire time.
This was their first eye contact.
After a few seconds…
Obito, too, was somewhat captivated…
This child truly had a magical charm, as White Zetsu said, making him irresistibly fond.
Obito, who had been full of disgust just moments ago, now had a completely different expression, his eyes filled with gentleness and protectiveness.
The feeling Feiyu gave him was completely different from Kakashi and Rin.
Kakashi was friendship.
Rin was unrequited love.
And Feiyu… was an existence beyond these two emotions, like a blood connection, an unnamed feeling from the depths of his soul.
The world called it “family affection.”
But Obito didn't understand; from childhood to adulthood, he had never experienced what family affection was.
So much so that even though he felt it now, he didn't know what this feeling was.
“This child is indeed adorable; no wonder that cold-blooded Madara likes him so much. I didn’t expect even I would…”
While sighing inwardly, Obito suddenly noticed some unusual sensation on his face.
Even the empty socket of his left eye began to have a subtle warm current flowing into it.
“Is my injured eye recovering?”
“Could this be the rejuvenation Madara spoke of??”
Obito was repeatedly amazed, and his fondness for Feiyu grew even more.
Uchiha Madara, from the side, asked in a low voice: “Hey, Obito, are you done changing him? When you’re done, quickly give Feiyu back to me; I want to hold him.”
“Uh…” Hearing this, Obito immediately took off the diaper from Feiyu: “Not yet, wait a moment.”
“Can changing a diaper take so long? Hurry up!”
“Mm, I know…”
Thus, he put it on and took it off, took it off and put it on, back and forth several times. When Madara’s patience was finally about to erupt, Obito reluctantly handed Feiyu back to Madara.
After returning him to Madara, no matter where the two of them went, Obito followed closely behind Madara, unwilling to leave.
Madara asked curiously: “Boy, why aren’t you lying in bed? Why are you always following me?”
Obito awkwardly turned his head to look elsewhere: “Um… I’m just strolling.”
While looking elsewhere, he didn’t forget to sneak glances at Feiyu out of the corner of his eye.
Who was Madara? Seeing Obito’s expression, he immediately noticed his little thoughts.
“What? You want to hold my godson too?”
Obito nodded repeatedly. Just as he was about to reach out, White Zetsu suddenly shot out from underground, blocking Obito, and subserviently asked: “Lord Madara, it’s my turn to hold Feiyu now, isn’t it~”
“Hmph, you’re finally back.”
Madara glared coldly at White Zetsu. Seeing White Zetsu’s empty hands, he instantly became furious: “Where’s the milk? Where’s the milk my son needs to drink?!”
“Here, here!”
The next moment, about a dozen White Zetsu Clones suddenly emerged from the empty ground around them. The clones’ bellies successively burst open, and from inside, more than ten curvaceous, full-figured young women emerged.
Uchiha Madara was dumbfounded: “White Zetsu! I told you to find milk, what are you doing bringing back so many women?!”
White Zetsu explained triumphantly:
“This is a team of Wet Nurses I just kidnapped from the Daimyo’s mansion in the neighboring country. They originally served the Daimyo’s youngest son. I felt their quality was good, so I brought them all back…”
“I think instead of looking for milk, it’s better to directly find the source of the food. This is so fresh, and it’s sustainable. Little Feiyu can just eat whenever he’s hungry, it’s guaranteed to fill him up~”
After hearing White Zetsu’s explanation, Madara and Obito simultaneously cast approving glances at him:
“Well done!”
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