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

Wouldn't it be a kind of happiness if I could sleep without seeing the sun?

"If you regret it, I can terminate the mission now."

Sometimes, death can be a relief.

...

Every time 000 makes such a suggestion, it is rejected mercilessly.

It is a snake, but only a snake.

It seems to be omnipotent, but in fact it is useless - of course, this is how the snake evaluates itself.

There are warm yellow lights in the cave, which are on day and night.

If I hadn't gone out to take a look, I would really not know what time it was.

"Ban, go outside and buy some nutrient solution."

"Konoha Medical Department Model DM1399."

The note with the specifications and types of the medicine bottle was clipped in a small notebook and was accurately thrown into Madara's arms by Tsunade.

Although it is given to Madara, in fact, the one who gets there may not be Madara.

The White Zetsu slowly emerged from the ground, gradually changing from the ambient color to pure white.

This thing has always been good at changing, so it is very easy for it to disguise itself as someone else.

What's more, I will guide White Zetsu on how to change.

Tsunade was still wearing disposable rubber gloves, and the sweat was still on the woman's body and had not been wiped off in time.

Behind Tsunade was a half-open stone door, and weak coughing sounds could be faintly heard coming from inside.

"I can't feed him anything. There are only a few bottles of nutrient solution left from the last purchase."

The woman spread her legs and sat down on the stone bench in the living room. She grabbed the water cup on the table with her left hand as if familiar with the place and took a big sip.

"There are also anti-inflammatory... medical equipment is running low. The details are all in the book, just buy them."

Tsunade said a lot in one breath, but Madara remained silent.

He hummed, but showed no emotion.

Uchiha Madara has a strange temperament and is moody, but he is always reliable in doing things.

But today, it felt strange and a little scary.

"What are you thinking about? Do you regret it?"

Tsunade scoffed and crossed her legs on the coffee table, casually and at ease.

She could see the changes in brightness on the complexion and had the answer in her mind.

"I didn't know that Uchiha Madara would regret the choice he made."

"You're not an old man from the street pretending to be me."

As expected, Tsunade got the answer she wanted.

"roll."

The man waved his arms, pushed aside the covering above the cave and went out.

But the aura on his body was no longer as solemn as at the beginning.

"This is really a difficult situation..." Tsunade narrowed her eyes and curled the corners of her mouth but she couldn't smile.

This was the first victory in the battle against Uchiha Madara, but she couldn't be happy at all now.

If you want to know why, it has to be the one lying inside.

She hasn't had a drink in a week.

I don't drink alcohol or gamble.

There is only one reason that can make Tsunade a good citizen.

The woman sighed to herself, the worry and uneasiness between her brows almost overflowing.

She is different from this group of people.

But some of them are the same.

She was never Hyuga Neji's target, but the mysterious wandering merchant still made her wish come true.

Tsunade doesn't think she will lose to anyone in terms of feelings for Hyuga Neji.

Including Grandpa Tobirama.

If possible, she also hopes that person can live a healthy and happy life.

She seemed to have made up her mind before she stood up again.

The disposable rubber gloves and all the contaminants on the body were cleaned cleanly. After disinfection, Tsunade returned behind the stone gate.

The boy was as white as a piece of paper and could be taken away by the slightest disturbance.

Unlike the paleness when he was unconscious, Tsunade could feel the pain of the person in front of her just by looking at him.

There was an abnormal flush on his cheeks and he couldn't stop the dry cough.

He had no strength left in his body and could only lean on the pillow, covering his lips with one hand and coughing continuously.

The remaining hand, resting on the side of the body, was covered with dense pinholes.

The transparent liquid was frighteningly cold, and a bottle half the size of a human head was slowly being injected into the boy's body.

He was shivering with cold.

Even a normal person would sweat in this environment.

According to the time outside, it should be midnight.

The night is late and the dew is heavy, which is the most unbearable.

even if...

A scroll was placed in the corner of the room.

The scroll opened to reveal a ball of water droplets.

This is the scroll of formation technique that Grandpa Tobirama left for Tsunade.

Its function is as harmless as it seems - collecting water elements from the surrounding space, that's all.

It really doesn't look like the masterpiece of the forbidden technique master Tobirama Senju.

But back then, little Tsunade innocently asked her grandfather which of the many ninjutsu he had created was Grandpa Tobirama's favorite.

At that time, Tobirama was not yet an old man. He carefully took out a scroll from his arms and tapped little Tsunade's forehead with his finger.

“This is definitely in the top three.”

Tobirama smiled gently, and even the movement of unfolding the scroll became gentle.

"No ninjutsu is designed to cause harm."

"Even if it can't cause harm to others, it doesn't seem like a very powerful technique..."

"But I can protect the important people for you."

...

Grandpa Tobirama will also feel happy that his scroll can still be used.

Tsunade was lost in thought, but suddenly came back to her senses.

But it's still too late.

The thought surrounding the blade still entered the woman's chest, stabbing her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

Rather than using it, Grandpa Tobirama would probably prefer it to be placed in a corner for the rest of its life.

Grandpa Tobirama asked you to take good care of him, right? Tsunade!

Look, this is the good care you promised!

Self-blame and guilt are amazing emotions.

They can bring salvation to sinners, or they can push people into an abyss of no return.

There was a sudden cold touch on my forehead, and the boy's cold but gentle voice was like a spider silk that pulled me up from the eighteenth level of hell.

Not for others, just for you.

"don’t worry..."

Tsunade raised her head in a daze and met Hyuga Neji's half-open eyes.

White flowed out from the gap, wrapping around the torturous blade.

The boy looked extremely tired, but he couldn't sleep peacefully because of the physical torture.

The dark circles under his eyes made his skin look even paler, and he looked lifeless.

"Why don't you ask me to worry..."

You really look like you're dying.

"How can you tell me not to worry?"

Tsunade murmured, and 000 repeated it.

Singing the same tune, it actually made Neji feel a little inexplicably guilty.

"I'll be fine, don't worry."

Unlike Tsunade's slightly confused expression, 000 was more radical.

"You better be."

"Anyway, you can't even stand up and go anywhere now..." 000 exhaled sinisterly: "Just take a vacation! Hyuga Neji!"

But 000 seemed to feel that Neji just smiled at him.

Is it an illusion?

In Hyuga Neji’s current state, even if a Daluo Jinxian came, he would not be able to complete the mission.

"twenty three..."

Oh no, 000 has a bad feeling.

"Did you notice..." Neji couldn't catch his breath, coughed a few times, and then continued after a while: "Both Madara and Obito are not here?"

000: You know what, it seems to be true.