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

"No one will be happy if you do this."

"Just like then..."

"Itachi, you are a smart person, not a fool. You know what you should do, or...what to do that is more beneficial to you now."

Tsunade left the village, and Orochimaru defected - although the latter happened quite a while ago.

But it’s never outdated to talk about it now.

After all, the one who had traveled thousands of miles back to Konoha was not someone else, but Jiraiya.

Jiraiya is one of the three ninjas and is known as a hero.

He is also the author of the famous novel Intimate Paradise.

After collecting materials, he would return to the village to reminisce with old friends and chat with his teacher about family matters.

But this time is different.

Sensei Jiraiya reached into the yard and pulled a crow out from the bushes.

With its shiny black feathers and blood-red eyes, you can tell whose crow it belongs to at first glance.

The blackbird opened its mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

"I know you must be wondering why I'm here now."

That’s right, this is not any other yard, but the small yard of Hyuga Hizashi’s only son.

Looking forward, you can see a sliding door that seems to be from another world, and the warmth that slowly seeps out. You can tell at a glance who did it.

Uchiha Itachi was held in Jiraiya's hand and remained silent resolutely.

The relationship between Konoha Anbu and the Sannin was not good.

Apart from Orochimaru who had some interactions with the Anbu, the other two had an out-of-sight-out-of-mind attitude.

Whether it is Jiraiya or Tsunade, what they lack the least is a sense of justice.

Even though the founder of the Anbu was his grandfather Tobirama.

"There's nothing much to say." This is Tsunade's evaluation of the Anbu: "Compared to the beginning, many things have changed a lot."

She always had to get drunk before she had the courage to continue: "And Orochimaru..."

"How can the present be compared to the past? There are so many things that can be changed by time."

"And the speed was so fast...we couldn't even react in time."

Tsunade seldom says discouraging words, but when she is drunk, regret and reluctance will rush towards her like a wild horse.

...

"I won't leave you alone on what she asked me to do."

"The previous incident... was due to the lack of consideration by Sensei and Danzo-sama."

The rough and heavy voice struck Itachi's fragile eardrums, and the middle-aged man spoke words that Uchiha Itachi could not understand at all.

"What are you talking about?" Crow finally spoke: "It was my own choice from the beginning to the end."

"I also don't know how that incident is related to the teacher and Danzo-sama you mentioned."

"I've always thought you were a smart person." The man sat down on the ground. "You're just too persistent in some areas."

"We are all people who work tirelessly for an aimless promise."

"On this matter, I may dare to say that I understand you."

The evening wind is dark yellow.

A mixture of the scent of the night and the fragrance of the morning sun, it blows on your face with warmth.

The afterglow shone obliquely in, casting a layer of golden light on the yard.

"What are you talking about?"

"I do not understand."

“I haven’t made any promises to anyone.”

"I don't know what agreement you are talking about."

The crow shook its wings and slipped out of Jiraiya's hand, as if it was about to fly away.

It is like an elf from the dark night, and darkness is its only home.

Jiraiya was just about to say something else when the tightly closed sliding door slowly opened.

The dry and hot air rushed into the yard, making the atmosphere even more scorching.

"You can't yet..."

Tsunade has instructed that Hyuga Neji cannot move freely right now, and it is best for him to rest.

Why did the previous sedative lose its effect so quickly?

As expected, there must be at least one person guarding the room 24 hours a day.

The young man was dressed in white, and the little fat on his face had almost all fallen off in the past few days.

There was no light in his pure white eyes, and they were as chaotic as a pool of stagnant water.

The crow transformed into a human form with a bang and started running towards Neji.

Although the weather has gradually warmed up in the past few days, it is still a sharp knife for sick people.

Exercise always stimulates thinking. Relief and worry filled Uchiha Itachi's heart at the same time, shattering his previous thoughts.

The boy was still struggling, but his strength was completely useless, like a kitten being tickled.

He groaned and trembled, placed his arms, with visible joints, on his chest, and slowly stretched them towards his fragile neck.

The red marks on it have not completely faded, and the remaining purple is turning yellow.

This kind of yellow is given a special name and exists as a disease.

What would happen if Jiraiya and I were not here today?

Uchiha Itachi couldn't imagine - was it a problem with the arrangement?

Or not cautious enough?

"What went wrong..."

With shaking hands, he buried the boy who was trapped in the illusion back into the quilt. His bright red eyes looked sideways and happened to meet Jiraiya's teasing expression.

Is it appropriate for the respected teacher to have such a sarcastic expression at this time?

"What role did you play?"

"You knew this would happen!"

"You are all in collusion!"

"Why!" The man's voice was hysterical, and his body was shaking: "Master Jiraiya, why?"

The tail end of his voice was erratic, and he felt as if a heavy weight was pressing down on his shoulders.

What rang in my ears was the heavy voice of the Toad Immortal.

"You are too nervous. Look carefully, what is my expression now?"

"Doctors don't joke with their patients."

Itachi raised his head tremblingly and looked at Jiraiya in disbelief.

"Master Jiraiya..."

He could hardly believe his eyes.

The sarcastic and teasing expression from before now looks completely different.

It is worried and solemn.

Not what I saw at first.

"Relax, Itachi..."

"Many things are not what you see..."

He was a mature elder, and he gently embraced the confused junior in his arms: "Maybe things are not that bad."

"But you're only going to steer things in a better direction here."

"It's not a smart thing to place wishes and tasks on others." Jiraiya lifted Itachi's head and slowly turned towards the door.

There was a man standing there.

He was wearing the Hyuga clan robes and holding a bowl of pitch-black medicine.

The smell of the herbs was so strong that it seemed to tear the weasel's brain out of its skull.

"There's nothing you have to do."

"Just do what you want to do."

"A promise is not a burden - no matter what kind of promise you make."

The words "what do you know" stuck on the tip of my tongue like a thorn.

They all stung the throat and cut the fragile mucous membrane.

"Yes, Lord Jiraiya."