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

It would be nice if I could do nothing every day and spend it lazily.

People without dreams would think like this.

People with dreams often hope this way.

But it won't be long before it is washed away by the things that have to be done.

And if I have to do this, it is not what I expect.

The overwhelming sense of guilt will be like the slime from the depths of a swamp, constantly churning upward and corroding.

But what if it really came true?

What kind of scenery would that be?

Hyuga Neji opened his eyes and there was nothing around him.

Everything was kept out of his reach, and any sharp corners that might scratch him were covered with soft sponges.

He has nothing to do here, just sitting around and being lazy.

Rather, it is that they want to be the one who does nothing.

Neji Hyuga's short but brilliant life - well, probably only the former is true.

We have all died, so what's wrong with calling ourselves brilliant?

The young man frowned and moved his body slowly and with difficulty.

He was not completely unconscious.

It's just that they are intermittent, and at a certain critical point, they will become blank.

There is something wrong with my memory.

Time seems to have seeped into every corner of it.

Since when did I become like this?

He can't remember clearly.

Isn't the current look what he desires?

What if this body is like rust and will fall apart at the slightest touch?

People can never be too greedy.

why?

"Greedy people..."

"Destined to have nothing."

He laughed suddenly, as if he was frightened by his own hoarse and cracked voice - but how could he laugh if he was frightened?

The world in front of me is blurry, covered with a layer of vague white gauze.

Finally, even these eyes that he was so proud of chose to leave him?

The "genius" who had been moving forward with inhuman pressure and speed since his father's death has now undoubtedly turned into a waste who can be fine as long as he lies down.

Is this his own choice?

how is this possible.

How could he give up on himself like this!

But this is the reality, and there is no choice but to accept Hyuga Neji.

He could only sigh, but was surprised to find someone appearing in the surrounding space.

This would never have happened before.

Although the Byakugan Ninja is mainly engaged in close combat, it is undoubtedly a perception-type ninja.

But the weak man forgot to be alert.

Fortunately, the person who came was none other than Uchiha Itachi.

This man always looks like a gentleman, and probably only those closest to him know what he looks like inside.

It's definitely not that he has a black heart.

Everyone has personality flaws to a greater or lesser extent, and this is the same for everyone here.

But I myself am not that close to Uchiha Itachi.

If you really want to count it, the other party helps you more often.

It is we who are causing trouble for them in everything.

Whereas some time ago I could still feel a little at ease, now the sweet coating has melted, leaving only the bitter and numb inside.

In the final analysis, he can't do anything, in the final analysis, he is nothing.

The reality that should have been recognized long ago has now stripped off its false cloak and is presented to you and me in a brand new posture.

"In other words." The figure of Teacher Might Guy appeared in his memory again.

He bared his teeth, his mouth gleaming white. "It is also very important to combine work and rest, especially for children like you who are still Genin. Resting is not to make you fall behind others, but to give you enough time to sort yourself out and restart the journey of youth."

"So!" Might Guy always has endless energy: "Now let's practice youth with the teacher!"

It is said to be practicing, but in fact it just means sitting down and resting.

Rock Lee has always been the most cooperative. He has the same bandage on his wrist as Might Guy, and it seems that there is also a Teacher Gai living in his mind: "What youth! Teacher Gai!"

Two green frogs are burning with the blue flame of youth, and behind them seem to be growing a youthful sunset and cliff.

The frogs ran all the way towards their dreams, and even the girl with the Chinese bun had to compromise.

This scene lasted less than half a minute.

It was interrupted by the young man's disdainful snort.

The light blue chakra hit the straw man accurately, leaving a burnt yellow dent.

"Humph."

He just snorted coldly, and the next action that appeared was to hit the straw man with his soft fist again.

"Ningci, a combination of work and rest will achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Might Guy's gentleness and patience are hidden under his beast-like fur: "If you stretch it too tight, it will break one day."

"Come on, Neji, let's join the pace of youth."

The only response from Might Guy was the boy's cold and distant rejection: "I'm different from you."

He actually knew.

What Might Guy said is correct.

But that's just for them.

A proper combination of work and rest is conducive to longer-term development.

But he didn't have time.

As a genius in Hyuga, he didn't have time.

He needs absolute strength to usher in his own final chapter on that day.

A person's life is very long.

Might Guy once taught them that those who think that living to the age of twenty is enough are wastes who have no respect for life.

Only if you are greedy enough and want to survive enough can you have a foothold in this world.

People who don't even have desires have no right to live here.

So he is different from these people.

For a person who has decided to end his life at the age of thirteen or even earlier, what reason does he have to waste his time here?

He didn't even dare to think about what would happen after he succeeded - what would happen if the matters concerning the division of the main family were made public.

This is a losing gamble.

Perhaps he was dead from the moment he was defeated by Uzumaki Naruto.

As he had planned, his life came to an end.

It looks like a new life, but only Neji himself knows what is actually coming.

"Mr. Kai is right most of the time."

Neji thought.

He died once, and within five years, he died a second time.

and then?

It is a continuous death.

Isn't what he is best at dying in the ending he has planned for himself?

Without time, he is different from everyone else.

Even if he was helped, he had nothing to give in return.

Hyuga Neji lives in this world with nothing.

But he still continued to make requests to the people around him.

"You're back? Itachi."

This is a gift that is only valid for Uchiha Itachi.

It was a dirty word that took advantage of Itachi's childhood amazement and joy.

He knew clearly what he was doing, and a subtle and ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

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

The gift was given, and then the request came.

Even though what was given was not a good thing.

It's just poison wrapped in honey.

Even though it was so messy and dirty, Hyuga Neji couldn't help but linger.

How many times will there be days like this?

This conversation could be repeated several times.

The answer was obvious, but Neji closed his eyes.

Pretending not to know, I gave the answer “I don’t know, I don’t know”.

Even though there is a blood-red and eye-catching zero.

He smiled, watched, and waited.

Facing a future that you cannot afford.

Hyuga Neji supported himself on Itachi's arm and sat up, and was not surprised to see cracks on Uchiha Itachi's face.

This person has always been good at managing his expressions and emotions.

But now, he was like a newborn baby, easily losing his composure.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t see clearly.

What kind of face would be under the white veil?

Gnashing teeth? Struggling? Or regretting your own rashness?

Whatever it was, it must be pain that could turn those eyes blood red.

His eyes rolled down, and he could tell the disappointment without even looking.

My eyelids collided, and when I opened them again, tears were streaming down my face.

Who lives in this body?

who can that be?

Who is Uchiha Itachi looking forward to?

He didn't stand up in the end - what is possible and what is impossible are not things that need to be judged with the eyes.

It's just that apologies keep pouring out.

I'm sorry, Itachi.

I let you down.

It's always me who is here.