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

Uchiha Itachi looked unusually embarrassed when he said goodbye.

Before he changed his clothes and came out, he hadn't even thought of the possibility of meeting his brother.

It’s not that I didn’t think about it, it’s that I haven’t thought about it.

When a person's brain goes blank and he temporarily loses the ability to think, can he think about the consequences of his current actions and decisions?

"No consequences..."

“Nothing happened!”

Uchiha Itachi's steps were very fast, and yellow mud and sand flew up, coiling around his shoes like insects.

His life was always filled with caution and madness.

He was afraid of making a mistake at every step and became an extreme perfectionist, but when he was at his wits' end, he became terrifyingly crazy.

Can someone who can't even see clearly what he is really be called a genius?

"Perhaps not."

"But that's not important."

The young man's expression was distorted, with the corners of his lips and the ends of his eyes almost connected.

He kept walking forward like this until he couldn't find himself anymore.

"Does it matter whether he is a genius or an Uchiha child?"

"Will I lose my footing if I take one wrong step?"

"Don't weak people have any reason to live?"

This is a forest, a path I often walked when I was young.

A few steps further ahead is a pub.

The walls, which were made mainly of raw stone, had long been mottled and were covered with green plants of varying shades.

The wooden door creaked, as if it would open in the next second.

A lot has changed here, but it seems like nothing has changed.

Itachi walked forward in a daze, as if possessed by something unclean. He stretched out one hand and gently pushed open the dying wooden door.

"We are so insignificant..."

"This world is fake... huh?"

It seems that in the midst of time and fate, I am not so insignificant.

The wooden door was slammed shut, and Uchiha Itachi wished he could dig his eyes out.

What did you see just now?

If I read it correctly, it means...

Could that middle-aged, weathered man in swirling sunglasses be that person?

"No, no, no, let's go home."

"I think it's better to go home now, right?"

Yes, yes, yes, Uchiha Itachi nodded with satisfaction.

That’s it. I didn’t check the almanac before going out today, so I’d better go home.

Neji should wake up in a while. Although Senior Osamu will be there on the anniversary day, there is no guarantee that a Hyuga clan leader will fall from the sky.

Just thinking about it makes me feel unlucky.

Today is already so unlucky, let’s not add to it.

"Stop loss in time, stop loss in time..."

"Hey! Were you just ignoring me!?"

"Uchiha Itachi, you damn brat!"

"Now that you've grown up and become strong enough, you still know how to slam the door?!"

"You should know that you weren't even born when your grandfather slammed the door!"

Uchiha Obito's words become more intense every year.

The little education I received in Uchiha as a child had long since disappeared.

Uchiha Itachi really couldn't figure it out now.

Uchiha Madara is such a good and noble person, how could he raise a child like this?

And there is Obito's grandmother - she is one of the most outstanding elders in the Uchiha clan.

"It's all fate."

Uchiha Itachi turned around with a fearless attitude and came to this conclusion.

It was all fate. Uchiha Obito was supposed to become like this.

"I'm in a hurry to go back to see my kids... I'll leave here first..."

Uchiha Obito was furious: "You have a child?! Your brother is only twelve years old! You have never even held a girl's hand!"

"Back then, you acted like you wanted to remain a virgin for him, don't say you were just pretending!"

"You really don't even know to draft a lie before you lie, I mean a brat like you..."

Obito shook his head, orange juice still in his mouth, looking a little old-fashioned but not much.

His age was real, but no matter how Itachi looked at it, this guy looked more like a "broken kid" than himself.

The best way to treat a child is to ignore him.

Although Uchiha Obito is not a real child.

"I'm in a hurry to go back to see my kids... I'll take my leave now."

Itachi repeated with a blank expression, "Don't you have anything to do?"

"Hanging around here all day long."

Uchiha Obito: You don’t hang out?

But Obito tried to comfort himself: Don't bother with a child.

When I was this old, Itachi was still...

Forget it, this damn genius.

At that time, Itachi seemed to have become a capable jonin.

Just from the description, it seems that he is a little more powerful than Hatake Kakashi - yes, just from the description.

Kakashi won't lose to a guy like that!

"Then you should go back to look after the kids... you are a stupid brother-con who only has your brother in your mind!"

Thanks to my brother control...

If Uchiha Obito knew about Neji's affairs, the mere thought of it would be terrifying.

"Then don't bother me."

If Obito was willing to pay more attention to Konoha...

Never mind, he's just like Obito.

They are all guys who don't know how to live in the present.

"Maybe this world is more real than you think." Itachi shrugged, turned into a crow and flew away, leaving Obito alone and confused.

"what the hell..."

It was destined to be impossible for him to connect the child with that person.

Neji, who calls himself Nora, is always powerful and caring.

Even if I am fragile at times, it is only a physical limitation.

This world is fake.

It was it that killed Nora.

If it weren't for this world...

"The guy who's holding us back."

Obito muttered to himself.

"Uchiha Itachi is still as weird as ever."

...

"You're back? Itachi."

See, this world doesn’t seem that real.

"Ah...I'm back..."

The boy was buried in the quilt, his pale lips opening and closing.

He looked at Uchiha Itachi's eyes which were full of smiles. Those were a pair of eyes that Uchiha Itachi had not seen for a long time.

It is pure white, but not empty.

"I want to get up and walk around, is that okay?"

He asked this, as if the skeleton came to life.

Is that person no longer angry?

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there..."

So you are willing to return to this body?