Naruto: The hardworking model who realizes his dream is actually the white moonlight of the ninja wo

There wasn't a lot of dirt on Tobirama's body.

The Hyuga branch was as deserted as ever.

"Babbling?"

Tobirama followed Neji all the way back home.

There is a street lamp next to it.

There is a concrete road in front.

They were all things that Tobirama had never seen before.

He walked very slowly.

I haven't even seen this concept before and I'm not familiar with it.

No matter who you are or where you come from.

It's all blank.

Only one sentence from an unknown voice remained:

"Everything is for my supreme master."

Language is based on the premise of a complete knowledge and learning system.

Tobirama, who can only make babbling sounds like a baby, can neither be said to be able to speak nor be understood.

But a strong man like him would feel close to the people in front of him just by walking on the road.

Who is he?

Zombie Tobirama soon got the first information he wanted to know.

The world is strange to a newborn baby.

But not for Tobirama.

This world, which is both familiar and strange, seems to be disappearing in the next second.

He is not from here and cannot stay here.

The desire did not appear.

But a kind of willfulness that Tobirama had never known was born.

So he slowed down, and Neji simply cleaned the dirt on his fur collar.

He stood in front of the Hyuga branch door in a daze, looking at Neji who was checking the situation.

"Yeah?"

Tobirama had no idea what Neji was doing.

I only knew that I wanted to follow the boy, but was pushed back to where I was.

I have great strength.

But the boy had very little strength.

At least, there was no sign of force.

Tobirama didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but he knew that if he moved forward a little bit, the uncontrollable force would break the boy's arm.

It is a child younger than oneself.

We should protect it.

A strange idea came into Tobirama's mind.

Blocked outside the door, he fell into confusion and anxiety.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

So the man slowly raised his voice.

Children, cats and dogs will increase their voices in an attempt to elicit a response from their loved ones or owners.

Ningci thought of this for some reason.

The best way to get quiet ears.

Just give a timely response.

No one wants to see the unlimited expansion of sound, not even Neji.

"Wait a mininute."

"It'll be ready soon."

Neji didn't know if he would be able to get better soon, and he also didn't know if Tobirama could understand him.

But what we can do now is to comfort.

His hand spun in the air and finally landed on his lips.

"Shhh."

It's a gesture for silence.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand.

But if Tobirama screamed again, he would have to stop his investigation and go check on Tobirama's condition.

The door room now looks very abnormal.

He was always the shrewd second in command.

Able to handle all things with ease.

He is serious, but people who are close to him can always feel his gentleness.

An incredible person.

And now Tobirama looks like a hungry baby.

Or someone with autism.

Like a blank piece of paper, waiting for the world to color it.

But due to health reasons, he was turned away from everyone.

He couldn't just leave Tobirama like this.

Even if the other party doesn't look like a human being now.

Even if the other party now looks like it is about to rot.

You must never leave the door next to the flower bed - it might be more appropriate to say it is a green belt.

"Woooo..."

Thankfully, Tobirama stopped yelling.

He seemed to understand what Neji meant, and the babbling sound turned into suppressed dissatisfaction in his throat.

As if he was blaming himself for abandoning him.

This is not abandonment.

Neji's eyes swept across every corner of the room.

If Tobirama's existence were discovered by the Hyuga family, it would not be as simple as just abandoning him.

This is in a dream.

You have no responsibility to care about others.

The boy slowly walked towards the door.

But he suddenly stopped at the last step.

The moonlight seemed to have turned into a huge and mysterious silver cage, tightly enveloping the boy. This cage was extremely tight, without any gaps, as if it could contain everything in the world.

The silver light of the cage was soft and bright, falling on the boy like a veil, making his outline particularly clear. In this silver light, the boy stood quietly like a lonely star.

Everything here is a caged bird.

Although it is under the light, it does not make people feel comfortable.

Instead, it made Neji feel uncomfortable.

Whose dream is this?

Is this his dream?

Then why did he want to exterminate the Uchiha clan?

Why do they want to be locked in a birdcage? Even if their father survived, they would still be birds in a cage.

And what about Uchiha Sasuke?

Putting aside everything that is happening in front of us, just look at the current Tobirama.

Was it him who wanted Tobirama to become what he is now?

The boy placed his hand lightly on the last door.

As long as this door is opened, Tobirama can be easily pulled into the Hyuga branch family.

As the only son, Neji naturally had his own room.

Go straight along the corridor and turn left at the third corner to reach the seventh room.

No one will come into the room.

As long as Tobirama is brought there, no one will know of Tobirama's existence in a short time.

Zombies are by no means something that can be found everywhere.

If it is really possible to pick it up casually in the green belt, it would definitely not be the "weird" thing that makes people tremble in movies and TV dramas.

It's just that sometimes it seems that I am more like a monster than a zombie.

Common cosmetics on the market can make Tobirama look almost identical to ordinary people.

As for me, if I just take off my black contact lenses, people will scream - of course, except for those who have seen me roll my eyes when they were children.

My father said that wearing contact lenses would affect children's eyesight, and it was not until the children were in high school that he finally allowed it.

Or was it due to pressure from the school?

Neji shook his head vigorously, and the sound of Tobirama's sobbing was heard in his ears.

He sounded a little sad.

Like the stray dogs that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

I thought I had finally waited for my destined master to take me home.

But I don’t want that what awaits me is only separation again after a short period of happiness.

What if this wasn't a dream?

But what if this is a dream?

The blue veins on the back of the boy's hand were visible to the naked eye, throbbing in their own places.

It moves the skin and plucks the heartstrings.

The door opened and turned to the other side at an extremely fast speed.

But before hitting the fence, it slowly accelerated with the help of Neji's arm and finally stopped steadily.

It didn't shake and stayed steadily in Neji's hand.

Clouds passed by, blocking the moon.

The moonlight, like white gauze, was paused at this moment.

Unlike the light, the shadow completely swallowed the boy.

But it couldn't cover up the twinkling light in Neji's eyes.

They are all people who have died once.

It seems that he is still dead now.

Everything that needs to be done and should be done has already been done before.

How many things can we change, and how many things can we change?

Do what you want to do now.

That's enough.

"Shhh."

Neji continued to repeat the same action as before.

But now, that little bit of light, along with the brief darkness under the clouds, floated into the dark red, unfocused eyes of Tobirama.

His body was shaking slightly, and the sobs in his throat were no longer as miserable as at the beginning.

It was as if he wanted to shout out loud and spread his joy to the world, but there was someone beside him who prevented him from speaking, so he could only listen to his own panting while enjoying himself.

An unknown guilt surged into Neji's heart.

It seems like I feel quite sorry for him?

But there is nothing that can be done about it.

The ability to express oneself freely has been a luxury for mankind since five thousand years ago.

Some people can never reach the other side in their entire life.

Contained in freedom, the golden fruit seems easy but illusory.

It's like a spark.

After a short burn it turned into ashes.

Dazzling and eye-catching.

Just a quick taste will make you unforgettable.

A person's life and freedom are made up of these brief and tiny moments.

We are all birds in a cage.

Yet they can all fly freely.

At least for now, Neji thought so.

But now, Tobirama seems to have no freedom at all.

He followed behind Neji, being obedient unlike Tobirama.

how to say...

Neji navigated the house relying on his body's memory.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes focused entirely on Tobirama.

Tobirama seems to be more... opinionated?

I remember when Tobirama picked me up, I don’t know what was going on in his mind, he just took me away - well, most people who see someone suddenly vomiting blood would be stunned or ignore it.

Dying people are downright trouble.

But the dead...

I don't know about Neji. At least Tobirama now is no more troublesome than he was back then.

It looks like a traditional Japanese courtyard, but not all the rooms inside are Japanese-style rooms.

“Both young and old.”

“Now we have to keep up with the times.”

When Hizashi first built the branch family residence, he planned it this way: "Tradition is an option, but it is by no means the only solution."

So when the seventh room at the third corner appears in front of us, what we see is not the traditional sliding door.

Instead, it has black wooden door panels and silver-white metal door handles.

The latter is as round as the Sandaime's beloved crystal ball.

According to the designer, single doors often provide more privacy to the occupants.

The phrase "more beneficial to the physical and mental health of young people" easily captured Hiashi's heart.

The bedroom is about 90 square meters, but there are very few things in it.

Wardrobe, bed, desk, nothing else.

Maybe you could also add a bookshelf next to the desk.

But the fact of "emptiness" has not been changed.

The table was tidy, as if no one had ever lived there.

The black and white color scheme makes the already empty room seem even more desolate.

It is not without reason that Hizashi is worried about his son's healthy physical and mental growth.

"Yeah?"

Putting Neji here would make the place look empty and deserted, but adding Tobirama would make it look just right, neither too many nor too few.

The nearly two-meter tall man, wearing his beloved fur collar, filled the entire room in an instant.