The pain of the night of genocide! A magatama instantly opens a kaleidoscope

Naruto stretched out his hand and looked at Obito who was still confused.

Looking at Naruto's determined eyes, Obito looked at his hand again and gradually reached out, but Obito's hand grabbed Naruto's neck.

Looking at Naruto's painful expression, Obito said calmly: "It's impossible for me to go to your side."

“I have no regrets about the path I have taken!”

Naruto looked at Obito with a somewhat ferocious but very determined expression.

"I told you...I saw it all..."

"So, now that things have come to this..."

Naruto swung his fist and hit Obito directly in the face.

"Why are you still imagining yourself becoming Hokage!?"

Obito staggered madly and took dozens of steps back. When he opened his eyes again.

Naruto at this moment is just like his former self, and deep down in his heart, Obito still doesn't want to abandon the memories of Minato's team and Konoha.

At this moment, Naruto looked at Obito, his expression became complicated, and a memory came to him.

That was a memory from when he was seven years old, and although it was dull, it was a memory that Naruto would never forget in his life.

That day, just like any other day, he was only eight years old, walking alone on the road, but he rarely held a paint bucket anymore.

His shadow stretched out very long in the afterglow of the setting sun. The streets were lined with bustling shops and busy people, but all of this seemed to have nothing to do with him.

But Naruto was just walking down the street and people gave him the cold shoulder.

"Hey, that kid, it's so scary."

"Hey, don't play with him. God knows what he will do to you."

The voices of adults came from all directions, as if Naruto was the focus of the scene.

He lowered his head and walked forward, ignoring the countless sarcasms, but how could Naruto not care?

He was wearing a white short-sleeved Uzumaki clan shirt that had turned a little yellow from being washed. He put his hands in his pockets and stepped slowly and silently on the cold ground.

His hair was a little messy, and his big blue eyes looked forward but without any focus.

Among the people around him, there were parents holding their children's hands, there were friends laughing and chatting, there were some who made sarcastic remarks towards him, but Naruto only had his own shadow to keep him company.

His eyes revealed an indescribable loneliness and desolation, as if he was a forgotten child in the world.

He continued walking, his small figure seemed so insignificant in the huge world. He knew that even if he returned to his so-called "home", it would still be empty.

Except for Kanon, no one was waiting for him, no one cared what he had eaten today, and no one asked him how he was doing at school.

He passed by Ichiraku Ramen and saw everyone in the restaurant eating happily. He took out some money from his pocket, but found that it was not enough for a meal.

So Naruto just wanted to escape from here. Kanon had just been discharged from the hospital a few months ago. As a friend, he should not disturb Kanon's recovery now.

She had just experienced the night of genocide and must be feeling very confused now.

Naruto thought so, shook his head, and fled from Ichiraku Ramen.

So as Naruto ran, he soon arrived at the door of his home.

Looking at the door of his house that had become a little rusty day after day, Naruto swallowed.

Naruto fantasized about returning home, where there would be someone waiting for him and someone would say, welcome back. His heart was filled with anticipation and his hands unconsciously quickened their pace.

However, when he opened the door, all his expectations were dashed. What came into view was a messy room, an empty space, and scattered cup noodle packages on the table.

There was silence, no sign of anyone waiting for him, no greetings, no human figures, only a suffocating loneliness.

He walked into the messy living room dejectedly and looked at the calendar on the table, on which there was a red circle on October 10th.

And today is October 10th. He doesn't know when the Sandaime Hokage told him that his birthday is October 10th.

So Naruto looks forward to this day every year, because only on his birthday is it the most memorable day for him.

His eyes began to search involuntarily, hoping to find a trace of overlooked details, hoping that this was all a prank, hoping that someone would suddenly jump out and wish him a happy birthday with a smile.

But his search was in vain, the room remained deserted and loneliness followed him like a shadow.

He slowly walked to the table and picked up a cup of noodles, his fingers trembling slightly. This was his daily routine. Whenever he thought he could change, reality always ruthlessly reminded him that he was a human being.

No one cared whether he came home, no one cared what he ate, no one even remembered his birthday.

Naruto's small body sat in front of a messy table, his heart so heavy that it almost dripped water.

He couldn't understand why he was always alone, why he was always forgotten, why no one wanted to play with him, and why he was ridiculed by adults.

He was just a seven-year-old kid, craving a little attention and love.

Naruto stretched out his arms and lay down on the bed. He finally closed his eyes. His azure pupils were gradually moistened by tears and two tears appeared at the corners of Naruto's eyes.

He felt a little sad, but his third-generation grandfather said that he must be happy on his birthday.

Naruto looked at the paint bucket that was covered with dust, and he decided to take the paint bucket and make some trouble.

Just as he stood up to get the paint bucket, he suddenly heard footsteps at the door, and then there was a knock on the door.

Naruto pushed open the door with some confusion, and his best friend Uchiha Kanon appeared at the door, holding a small birthday cake in one hand and a plastic bag in the other, with a warm smile on her face.

"Naruto, happy birthday!" Kanon's voice was like a spring breeze, blowing away the haze in the room.

She had black hair like a waterfall and was wearing a blue windbreaker, but there were still some bandages wrapped around her body.

"Kane..." Naruto's eyes were red and his nose was a little sore, but he forced himself to cheer up, turned his head, and spoke softly with a little tsundere.

"I'm already that old! It doesn't matter if it's my birthday!"

As a result, a burst of fragrance hit Naruto's nose, which startled him, because Kanon's face was very close to him at this moment, so close that if she got any closer, it might even touch his lips.

Looking at Kanon's extremely cute face and those pink little lips, Naruto couldn't help but blush, then he staggered back and jumped high like a frog.

"Ahhh! Kanon, why are you so close!?"

"I'm just checking to see if you're being stubborn."

Kanon smiled and scratched her head before saying to Naruto;

"Can I come in?"

"Sure, come in, it might be a little messy."

Kanon walked in and looked around. She hadn't been to Naruto's house since the night of the genocide and spent most of her time in the hospital.

But when I came today, I found that the place had become so messy again. The leftover cup noodles from Naruto's morning were still on the table.

"Oh, you! You made the room such a mess again!"

"If the Sakura you mentioned comes here, she will dislike you."

"Ahahahaha..." Naruto rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

With that said Kanon walked into the house, placed the cake on the table, and then carefully arranged it.

"I made this myself. I don't know if the sweetness suits your taste, but you ate all the desserts I brought before, so it shouldn't be unpalatable to you."

"Of course! It's very much my taste!" Naruto said, and was about to move forward, but was stopped by Kanon.

"This is what we're going to eat tonight!" Kanon put her hands on her hips and gestured to Naruto.

"Now... clean up! And decorate the room!"

"This is the first birthday I celebrated for you!"

Listening to Kanon's words and that sunny smile, Naruto felt warm in his heart, and he nodded happily.

"I'll take care of the windows and the floor, Naruto, and you'll take care of the trash and garbage bags!"

"I understand!" Naruto showed a beautiful smile, and the six whisker-like lines on his face trembled.

From this time on, Naruto's home became busy. Although it was tiring, Naruto was very happy.