Naruto: If I ask you to kill Sasuke, you will become a succubus?

Chapter 388: Later Story·19 Years Old·Sasuke

Perhaps it was the fatigue after traveling through different worlds, or perhaps it was the side effects of ninjutsu or the unfamiliar climate, but after arriving in the new world, Chaolu developed a rare high fever.

It was not until this moment that she and Sasuke realized one thing -

Chaolu has never been sick.

Therefore, she didn't even feel anything was wrong at first. Even though she felt a little dizzy, her body felt heavy, and she suddenly felt a little weak, she just thought she was tired.

So he skillfully set up camp in the other world and prepared to have a good sleep, but he ended up having a high fever that night.

Even though she had slept well, she still felt sore and weak all over, her hands and feet were weak, and her head was dizzy, but she couldn't fall asleep at all. Chaolu finally felt that something was wrong.

She weakly climbed out of her sleeping bag, opened the tent curtain, and sat outside the door to keep watch. Sasuke, who was adding firewood to the fire, looked over and said, "Asaro?"

"Sasuke... I feel... a little weird..."

Hearing this, the young man immediately stood up and walked towards her. Seeing that she looked confused, Sasuke, who had enough life experience, directly used the back of his hand to test her forehead.

"You have a fever."

"Fever? Why?" Chaolu couldn't understand: "I didn't do anything...?"

She tilted her head slowly, her eyelashes drooped, and she was stunned for a long time before she said, "Is it because I have my period? The book says that during menstruation, the immune system will decrease..."

She tried to prop herself up, but because it was too uncomfortable, she squatted down again.

Sasuke judged that she probably couldn't make it on her own at this moment: "I'll carry you to the nearby village to find a doctor...is that okay?"

"Do you need to see a doctor?"

"Yeah." Sasuke said, "It's best to take your temperature. If the fever is too high, you may need an IV."

"Oh..." After realizing that Sasuke's experience in dealing with such things was more reliable, Chaolu nodded trustingly: "I'll do as you say."

She raised her face and asked meekly, "Do you want to hug me? How?"

She can cooperate with him to see which position saves the most effort!

Sasuke: "..."

He hesitated, looking at the wide white robe with large sleeves she was wearing in the style of the Otsutsuki.

The owner lost his usual agility and lightness, and it became cumbersome.

As soon as he raised his hand, the robe would slide down to his elbow, revealing a piece of white arm. In the dark night, a patient with fever should not catch a cold.

Sasuke took off his cloak and covered Chaolu with it, then leaned over and gently pulled her arms onto his shoulders, allowing her to hug his neck.

When Chaolu's fingertips vaguely touched the back of his neck, Sasuke put one arm around her back and the other hand through the back of her knees, picking her up sideways.

Sasuke lowered his eyes to look at her, and seeing that she was leaning listlessly against his chest, he knew that she must be in so much pain that she couldn't care less.

after all……

Ever since their reunion, Sasuke could sense that Chaolu had been keeping her distance from him.

Did she do it on purpose, or did she do it unconsciously but subconsciously?

Sasuke didn't know.

He didn't even know how to bring it up, let alone solve it.

Every time this happened, he would think in frustration, why he was so tongue-tied, and why he was so cautious, why he couldn't be like Naruto, who just said what he wanted to say without thinking too much...

However, Naruto's straightforwardness may win Chaolu's tolerance, but it may only make her back down further.

In order to prevent her from getting further away, he could only cooperate with her and take a step back on his own initiative when Chaolu kept her distance.

During these days of traveling together, is it more appropriate to describe it as "starting from emotion and ending with courtesy" or "treating each other with respect"?

The only difference is that the former describes people who are in love with each other, while the latter describes a couple.

Sasuke felt that he and Chaolu seemed to be neither of the two.

But sometimes he would think that Chaolu had never had a strong sense of boundaries. When dealing with others, she would always do things that would cause misunderstandings, but she would be especially careful when dealing with him...

Doesn't it mean that he is different to her?

But more often than not, Sasuke felt that this kind of self-comforting idea was really self-righteous.

Maybe Chaolu just... doesn't like... him.

It had been so long since he had touched her that as Sasuke hurried towards the nearest town, he even felt that...his memory of ever having such close contact with her was like an illusion.

Why is he the only one being disliked?

What did he do wrong?

Is it because of that night…?

Does Chaolu regret it?

Countless thoughts and tormenting emotions were constantly surging in his heart, but Sasuke had long since mastered the skill of keeping a calm expression on his face.

However, the clinic in the town had already closed, and a kind-hearted person told me that I could only go to the hospital in the city, which had an emergency room open 24 hours a day.

After determining the direction and distance of the city, Sasuke opened Susanoo, flapped his wings, and flew into the sky.

"Sasuke..."

Hearing Chaolu's weak voice coming from his chest, Sasuke lowered his head and tucked the cloak wrapped around her tighter: "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No... I just feel..." Chaolu looked at him, her eyes sparkling: "At times like this, it's great to have you around... Sasuke is calm, steady, and organized, so reliable."

Sasuke: "..."

"So this is what it feels like to be sick..." She lowered her eyes and let out a breath uncomfortably, "When I was a child... I remember Sasuke also had a fever... At that time, the teacher asked Naruto to look after him. I went to find Naruto and saw him lying there listlessly... At that time, I didn't understand how uncomfortable being sick was, and I still forced him to play with us... Is this retribution now..."

Chaolu would occasionally inadvertently bring up things from the past. At first, she would feel that it was inappropriate after she realized it, but both Sasuke and Naruto would say "It's okay". They would let her continue, always listening silently and then responding. Gradually, Chaolu told them more and more about the other Naruto and Sasuke.

This was the result of their deliberate indulgence, but they also knew that it was not because Chaolu couldn't tell them apart, but because she was missing the past.

Those ties that had shown her the way forward, those ties that had shaped her into the unique and irreplaceable Chaolu, those important and precious memories that had once connected Chaolu and her friends.

Now she was the only one holding one end.

Chaolu would be very lonely if they didn't accompany her and respond to her.

"For him," Sasuke said, "it would be better to have someone by his side than to lie there quietly like a dead person."

"Really?" Chaolu suddenly confessed: "But at that time, I was prejudiced against him... I didn't take good care of him..."

"It's fine."

"He wanted to go to the bathroom, and I didn't even accompany him..."

"You helped him put on his shoes," Sasuke said, "Besides, you can't go into the men's room."

Chaolu sounded very upset: "I wasn't nice to Sasuke at that time... If I had known... I would have been nicer to him..."

……what about me?

Sasuke's question caught in his throat.

They're all Sasuke...are you only thinking about that one?

He was silent, but fortunately the lights of the city were right in front of him.

Although they lacked the necessary legal identification, everything was not a problem under the Sharingan's illusion.

Sasuke stayed by Chaolu's side and helped her find the emergency room, register, pay the fees, and get medicine. The hospital arranged a temporary bed in the corridor so that she could lie down and complete the infusion.

Although she didn't feel hot, Chaolu broke out in a sweat.

Sasuke helped her tidy up her messy long hair that was soaked with sweat, and gently pushed the loose hair behind her ears.

She lay quietly on the bed, looking at the back of her hand where the needle was inserted: "My hand is so cold..."

Sasuke lowered his head, unsure if even though he touched her hair and was not avoided, that meant he could hold her hand and make her feel warm.

"At that time, Sasuke's hands were also cold..."

"..."

"If only I had held his hand and warmed him up at that time..."

He commented objectively: "Given your relationship at that time, it would have been strange for you to hold his hand."

It was Chaolu who remained silent.

"wait for me."

Sasuke turned away and found a quilt from somewhere.

The hospital quilt is white. Although not soft enough, it is enough for temporary warmth.

He gently covered her hand with the needle and asked her if she needed some water.

"...I want to go to the toilet."

"..."

Chaolu looked at him innocently: "I lost a lot of water during the infusion! I want to go to the toilet..."

"……now?"

"It's okay, I can still bear it." Chaolu said tangledly, "It's so uncomfortable and inconvenient for a person to move when he has a fever and is getting an injection. Sasuke also had to go to the toilet at that time, so he must have been unbearable... I was clearly right next to him, but... he was only seven years old at the time, so young..."

Sasuke said stiffly: "It's me who is with you now, not him."

Chaolu was stunned.

She looked up at him for a moment, then dropped her eyes again.

"It's always Sasuke, Sasuke..." Sasuke clenched his fists. Reason told him to stay calm, but he could hardly control his inner fluctuations as he did before.

His voice was low and cold: "Are you thinking that if it was him who was there that night instead of me...it would have been better?"

"..."

There was a dead silence between the two of them for a moment. Sasuke said nothing and turned to leave, but he stopped when he heard Asano's voice behind him: "Orochimaru said..."

He turned back to look at her, "Orochimaru said?"

Chaolu was still lying on the hospital bed. The white quilt, long white hair and white dress made her look like a handful of snow.

Thinking of her name, which was something so fleeting, Sasuke's anger could not last long and quickly dissipated.

"Orochimaru said you are pathetic."

"……What's the meaning?"

"He asked me before what he thought of you, and I said I didn't know. He said, Sasuke is so pitiful. I asked why, and he said, 'Think about it, if someone has no interest in this matter after getting close to you, wouldn't you be too pitiful? It's like saying that you are a terrible person or your skills are too poor'."

Sasuke: "..."

He was not sure whether this was the "good words" that Orochimaru had promised him to say for him in front of Asaka.

"I was very angry." Chaolu said in a muffled voice: "He always speaks for you and stands on your side. I said, 'Then I just feel uncomfortable. If I have to endure it in order to make Sasuke not pitiful, then am I not pitiful?'"

Sasuke hoped that Orochimaru would just shut up and say nothing.

Unfortunately, it's obviously too late.

He closed his eyes in pain and walked back.

"Leave him alone."

"Whether it was you or Sasuke that night... Naruto or Shikamaru... it would all hurt!" Chaolu said gloomily: "I later read a lot of books and looked up a lot of information!"

"So...what's the conclusion?"

"The conclusion is - I think only you guys would feel comfortable with that kind of thing! The book says that girls' happiness is outside the body, not inside the body. The inside of the body is just for reproduction. If that's the case, aren't girls just forcing themselves to comply with boys' ideas? I don't want that."

"Is that right?"

Chaolu hesitated again: "Actually, I'm not sure... because there is information that some people can feel pleasure inside a woman's body. But it hurts a lot at the beginning, so I'm not sure whether I should try a few more times to confirm, or just forget it..."

"Your wish..." Sasuke said, "is always the most important."

Chaolu was silent for a moment, "I never thought that it would have been better if it had been someone else that night."

"Yeah……?"

"I'm just worried..."

"worry about what?"

Chaolu whispered, "Although I have practiced love with Shino, I realized that Sasuke and Shino have completely different personalities. Moreover, Shino and I were together on the premise of practicing love, but... you can't do this with Sasuke. We became friends first... What if after we are together, our relationship changes and we can no longer be like now, and you accompany me, what should I do..."

She was very frustrated: "Why is it that after practicing with Shino for so long, it still doesn't help..."

"So you're worried about losing me, so you keep your distance from me?"

"Ah... am I keeping my distance from you...? I thought I was trying hard to keep a normal distance... because... I feel like if I don't try hard, I won't be able to help but get too close to Sasuke..."

A restrained smile appeared on Sasuke's lips, "I am indeed different to you than to others, am I not?"

"..."

“朝露？”

"right."

Her tone was so uncertain that Sasuke had to be sure: "What's the difference?"

"..."

He squatted beside her bed and looked her straight in the eyes, not allowing her to escape: "Chao Lu?"

"That night, I saw many expressions on Sasuke's face that he wouldn't normally show, and I also heard many sounds that Sasuke wouldn't normally make..." Chaolu's face slowly turned red, "I thought Sasuke was so beautiful... and his voice was so nice."

Sasuke reached under the covers, found her cold hand, and gently held her fingertips.

Warm body temperature continuously came from his hands.

He said hoarsely: "What else?"

"So... I often think of Sasuke... I want to see that expression and hear that voice again..."

"……when?"

He was too close, and his eyes, which were black and white, and had a beautiful, fair face that was as dignified and elegant as a picture of a beautiful lady, were filled with a kind of fiery and surging emotion that almost drew people in.

Zhaolu's brain, which had been gradually clearing up due to the infusion, suddenly became a little dizzy again: "Huh?"

“When do you want to watch and when do you want to listen?”