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

Itachi Uchiha's day was simple.

Get up in the morning, cook, check for messenger crows, go to the next room and draw the curtains - and then it all depends on the person in the next room to do something.

He was awake sometimes in the morning, but it was almost rare.

Itachi thought that it was because Neji no longer liked the sunlight.

But according to the doctor's advice, it is necessary to get more sun exposure.

So, with a little guilt and helplessness, Uchiha Itachi repeated what he did every day.

Even though he knew this would make Hyuga Neji uncomfortable.

"how do you feel today?"

Itachi bent over and gently tidied the corners of the quilt for the boy, muttering to himself.

Hyuga Neji is not awake for a long time, but whenever he is awake, he is sick for most of the time.

He is always unhappy and often talks to objects around him - even though those objects cannot make any sound.

Conversation is not a good thing.

Itachi heard Neji talking to the empty medicine bowl yesterday afternoon.

It's not something cute, nor are they words uttered by a young child that evoke pity.

"Shut up."

He always said this.

It seemed like an order, but also like a beg.

"Stop talking."

Usually at this time, Itachi would consciously walk over and take away the medicine bowl, hold the other person's cold limbs with his hands, and comfort him.

There are not many words used to comfort, except: "It's over, it's over."

It's not that Itachi is not good at speaking, but these days, only these rigid and prescribed words can work.

"Weasel..."

Itachi's hands suddenly stopped moving, his eyes filled with disbelief. He slowly moved his gaze upwards to a height where he could see Hyuga Neji.

The young man was silent, and began to observe Hyuga Neji today - as if the other party was now just an object, a target, and his task was to collect intelligence information from him.

Just like he does these days.

This was the task assigned to him by Uchiha Itachi.

The morning sun lazily sprinkled on Neji. It was a golden fragment, the spirit of life, and a hymn to the future.

It is the morning sun, it is the spring, it is the collection of billions of beautiful nouns in the world.

But all this could not dispel the coldness in the boy.

Uchiha Itachi greedily sucked the scent of autumn moss on the boy's body, and his eyes had turned blood red at some point.

Yes, Itachi was waiting, waiting for the skeleton hastily wrapped in a layer of pale skin to continue speaking.

But obviously there is still more disappointment in this world.

He watched the pair of eyes that had just become alive slowly close, as if they had never been opened.

"Is it an auditory hallucination?"

The day when Uchiha Itachi doubts his memory will be the day when the world is destroyed.

Brother Shisui joked like this half-jokingly before.

"Maybe the world has already ended..."

Itachi forced a wry smile and slumped on the ground in self-abandonment.

The tatami was not cold, but the temperature in the room was high. For a moment, I felt a sense of emptiness that was not real.

"Hahaha..."

They are all patients.

It has already become terminally ill and there is no cure.

Did it really happen? Itachi didn't have the courage to doubt it, nor did he have the courage to confirm it.

"I am really a useless person."

Hyuga Neji doesn't like having people around him.

This has nothing to do with the identity of the person next to you.

Whether it was Hizashi or him, or his mother who was busy with work and only showed up a few times from beginning to end.

Hyuga Neji was frighteningly indifferent, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

Sweep the dust, check if the sheets and pillowcases need to be replaced, and check all the big and small things hidden in the cracks of the room that need attention.

This is what Uchiha Itachi decided to do on his own.

It is also an indispensable part of Itachi's life now.

He was a little absent-minded, with his hair scattered randomly on his forehead. Even though it blocked his vision, he pretended not to see it and just carried out his movements mechanically.

At this moment, these tools seemed to have turned into ferocious beasts, which would swallow the weasel whole and wash it away if one was not careful.

"It's nothing..."

"We are all the same..."

He tried to understand, but only failure awaited him.

What day is this?

Not only Hyuga Neji, everyone here has long been lost in the rings of time.

He changed into a new set of clothes that did not have the Uchiha emblem on it. It was just a simple, ordinary Jonin outfit.

The rough rag passed through his fingers and was hung back on the stand with a little moisture.

The young man was wearing ninja shoes and moving slowly - just stepping out of the yard seemed like it would cost him his life.

In the end, this life was lost.

The man walked aimlessly down the street, Jiraiya's voice in his ears.

"At least you found something you wanted to do."

"I don't know, Jiraiya-sama."

This is actually quite nice weather.

It wasn't a clear sky, but the clouds were piled up just right, blocking part of the sunlight and leaving only the warm part visible.

It was early in the morning, not yet hot. A cool breeze blew in from the other end of the street, carrying with it the faint aroma of breakfast.

We are all prisoners imprisoned in our physical bodies.

Uchiha Itachi thought again.

He didn't want to count how many times this had happened - but the frequency was high enough that it filled his entire mind without him having to think about it.

"What should I do? Father? Mother?"

His soul, filled with exhaustion, clamored for the origin.

It wants to return, wants peace, wants to be quiet.

It's not noisy here, but it's full of restlessness.

"Hey! Sasuke! Is that...?"

Uzumaki Naruto had a very short-lived, accidental idol experience.

Of course, this child is still young, and his way of thinking can only be described as simple and naive.

Although his life has just begun, it has already been full of ups and downs.

There is hardly any place for children without parents here - but even so, the child was finally found.

Uchiha Sasuke, his destined enemy.

Mutual understanding between people is impossible.

But humans are very smart creatures and they have learned to settle for second best.

“As long as it’s about right.”

Subconsciously, they made choices and optimizations.

The object of your emotions will be regarded as one of the most important people in your life.

It is reasonable that a person who can subdue his "enemy" is regarded as an idol.

"Isn't that Itachi-nii?"

"Sasuke?"

The person walking over from the other end of the street was none other than Team 3 led by Kakashi.

They came with smiles, their own breakfast, and some cute headphones.

It's like they are from a completely different world from me.

No, it wasn't.

Uchiha Itachi gave up those words full of ambiguity and evasion, and told lies that accepted himself.