On the desert night, a few faint stars flickered pitifully with dying light. The temperature plunged, and cold gathered from every direction, seeping into their bones and cutting deeper than knives.
The night wind lifted the hair at Shingetsu's temples and kept pouring cold air down her neck. She shivered involuntarily, every joint in her body trembling along with her, but the exhaustion of traveling through the night kept her from waking. She only burrowed deeper and deeper into Madara's arms.
Madara, who had been resting with his eyes closed, looked down at the trembling Shingetsu in his arms and let out a heavy sigh, utterly resigned. He picked up a blanket and wrapped her tightly in it, then warmed her with fire release chakra. The warm chakra enveloped her like a furnace, and her breathing gradually steadied as she sank deeper into her dreams.
When Shingetsu woke again, she was nestled against Madara's chest as he carried her along.
"Finally had enough sleep? Can she walk on her own for the rest of the way now?"
Seeing that Shingetsu was finally awake, Tobirama could not resist a sarcastic jab.
Before they set off, he had wanted to wake the sleeping Shingetsu directly, only to be stopped by Madara and Hōkaku, those two absurdly protective Uchiha. He could only watch as Madara picked up Shingetsu, who was sleeping like a log, and continued on their way.
Do you think she's a baby who can't walk? Come on, Uchiha Shingetsu is already eight!
Tobirama genuinely could not stand how these two Uchiha spoiled the child. Among the shinobi clans of the Warring States Period, children began grueling training as soon as they could walk and went onto the battlefield once they learned to use a kunai. At Shingetsu's age, Tobirama's hands