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

Sometimes I feel that the passage of time has become strange.

Neji thought this as he leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the cherry blossoms outside the window.

What day is today? What day of the week is it?

Is that important?

Such a question rang in Neji's mind.

It doesn't seem to be very important.

The bedding seemed to be stuck to me and became a part of my skin.

It doesn't seem to be very important.

Just continue like this, turning into a rotting, smelly pile of flesh - it should have been like this a long time ago.

The unwanted, the dead...

Once you relax, you will never be able to find yourself again.

I don't know when the snake disappeared from my wrist - or even I, as the object of the agreement, have lost my value.

"So dazzling..."

The curtains went from open to closed and then open again.

His thoughts were so disjointed that even Neji himself couldn't keep his consciousness stable.

Sometimes he was awake, and sometimes he fell asleep.

A day like this can’t even be considered a muddle-headed one!

"How rare." The one who pulled open the curtains was none other than Uchiha Itachi, "You don't often see this when you're awake during the day."

But as the light filtered in, previously unnoticed details came to light.

"Okay..." His voice sounded a little helpless.

I let them down again.

I can't do anything, so even if I just live from day to day and struggle to survive, I'm just causing trouble for them.

Ningji listened to Itachi talking in a daze. He wanted to make some sound but he felt his lips were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"You'd better close your eyes for a while."

Itachi was helpless, but also somewhat used to it.

He was no longer a jonin of Konoha - or at least, not yet.

It seemed like every generation of Uchiha and Hyuga had problems getting along, but this situation came to an abrupt end with Itachi.

It should be said that he is worthy of being an Uchiha outlier and will never disappoint the onlookers and gossipers.

He is now just a nanny living in the Hyuga branch family.

He volunteered to take care of Hizashi's only son - even the Sandaime gave him the advice, "Think twice before you act."

"I thought you would just silently agree."

Itachi had just left that day when Danzo appeared from behind, tapping his cane.

"When Orochimaru left, you didn't even say a word to stop him - is this the difference between a stranger and a beloved disciple?"

Compared to the dejected Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen, Danzo seemed to be full of joy.

His skin was shiny, as if something good had just happened.

"I can agree to let him do whatever he wants, but it also requires your help!"

The physical and mental health of the elderly is no longer in its best stage, and fresh blood should have taken this position long ago.

Yes, it should be so.

If the Fourth Hokage Minato Namikaze had not died so suddenly.

Danzo Shimura dwelt in darkness, and his shadow naturally engulfed Hiruzen Sarutobi.

"You're right. We are one." Shimura Danzo paused meaningfully and said, "From that day on, we were grasshoppers tied to the same string."

"Until one of us reaches the end of our lives - you and I are both working hard for the future of Konoha."

"Hiruzen, you don't understand, do you?"

Danzo's voice was sinister, and the threat was obvious.

"Huh. How could I not know what you are doing?"

Sarutobi Hiruzen always felt that he and Danzo were not the same kind of people - he was supposed to be righteous, while Danzo was supposed to be evil.

Just as agreed at the beginning, one of them is in the light, and the other is lurking in the darkness.

Until now, this relationship still exists.

The conditions that Danzo Shimura gave to Itachi Uchiha were very simple.

Working for the Anbu.

Do things at fixed times and complete designated tasks - Danzo never really got Uchiha Itachi.

Except now.

"Now that you are satisfied, go back to where you should be."

"Wandering here is just a sign of guilty conscience."

The closer you push people to the edge, the more you can see a side that is completely different from usual.

For example, Sarutobi Hiruzen now.

It was the sharpness that the Sandaime Hokage had never shown in front of the villagers, and it was the aggressiveness that Naruto's generation had never seen before.

Those turbid, inorganic eyes stared motionlessly at a certain place in the room, as if nothing in this space could catch his eyes.

"You're not the only one who knows what happened that day."

"He showed up, didn't he? And then you made some unrealistic agreement -- you shouldn't have touched Tobirama-sensei's things in the first place."

"You are used to making sarcastic remarks now, Hiruzen."

Danzo only has one good eye left, and he doesn't want to become blind. "Nothing can escape your eyes."

"But you just acquiesced. As the Hokage, what do you think of Tobirama-sensei's things?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong." Danzo sneered and continued, "I don't have any opinion on Tobirama-sensei's decision or any disrespect for the teacher."

Even though he was calling him Tobirama-sama before, now he has become Tobirama-sensei without any burden.

There is no disrespect - this is something that only the young Danzo could say.

Now that it's put into the mouth of this sinister and cunning old man, it sounds really strange no matter how you listen to it.

“It’s just making the best use of it.”

"Teacher Tobirama is old, and it is inevitable that he will make mistakes in judgment."

Danzo raised his sleeves and turned to leave.

"You and I are the same when it comes to getting old."

"And Yan and Xiaochun..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen's sigh was only met with a more obvious sneer.

Apparently Danzo had a completely different take on the matter.

“Those in power make no mistakes.”

"Hiruzen, you are still too naive."

After saying this, the one-eyed, one-armed old man walked away, walking in the shadows, perhaps having long forgotten the warmth of sunlight.

...

"Whether your choice is correct or not, I am not qualified to comment."

Jiraiya still stayed in the village, eating and drinking at the Hyuga branch house in a brazen manner.

He casually poured a pot of wine and brought it to his lips comfortably: "But at least you made a choice."

"Whatever your identity, I'm happy for you, Itachi."

The young man sitting next to Jiraiya looked unusually relaxed - even though he had just watched Hyuga Neji fall ill a few minutes ago.

He seemed to have gotten used to it.

Some things are always unavoidable.

He even knew how the boy would react after he said something.

It's like it's formatted, with fixed events happening in fixed scenarios.

As the sun shone into the room, those pure white eyes began to flicker as his expressions changed one after another.

Then, the pale and thin skeleton began to struggle violently.

He went crazy and wanted to smash everything around him.

"Illusions won't always work."

“It always takes a toll on his body.”

The young man reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth open and directed the topic elsewhere: "Sasuke is also a Genin."

"The leading jonin is Kakashi - he will most likely take part in the chunin exams this year."

"Yes."

"I have to work harder, too—as a brother."

Jiraiya frowned, "What?"

“I found something I could do.”

Itachi smiled warmly, as if he had seen the future.

He would find all the triggers that caused Hyuga Neji pain.

The bell also needs to be tied.

There is more than one way.

He will piece together the truth that will bring about the future.