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

Emotion is like a river.

If the upstream is polluted, the downstream cannot expect to be pure either.

Pleasure and anticipation are the fireworks.

Another bunch of sparks shining with blue and purple light.

They came suddenly, flashed by with a crackling sound, and then naturally returned to silence.

But even such sparks must have their meaning of existence.

As long as his name is called, Uchiha Itachi's lost vitality can be restored bit by bit.

The room is still the same as before.

A room that Itachi was all too familiar with.

After staying here for a long time, even the patterns on the tatami have unconsciously entered my mind.

The faint floral scent mixed with the unique earthy aroma of herbs is like a flame stained with alcohol, emitting a blinding light and a choking smell.

But all this will be fleeting.

But so what?

Those who were shut in darkness saw the light.

And the aroma of alcohol brought me to a whole new world.

The bones grew back out of the body like new plants, stretching their branches outward with all their might.

A smile easily crept up onto Uchiha Itachi's lips without any effort.

Even the sky outside looked a little bluer than it had been in the morning.

Does it matter if this is the last time?

Maybe it’s important to others.

But here is Uchiha Itachi.

For Uchiha Itachi, every yesterday can naturally become today.

All the past will become the present.

So does it really matter whether you have a future?

Does it really matter if tomorrow is the same as today?

Now that you have obtained what you want at this stage, you will probably be content and self-sufficient for a short period of time!

The fireworks sparkled, and he gently wiped away the tears that kept sliding down from Neji's eyes with the back of his hand.

In his thirteen year old body, he was one year older than Sasuke.

He could have been as healthy and energetic as any other child of his age - if not even healthier and more energetic than any other child of his age.

The Hyuga Neji he knew before was the Hyuga Neji of the past, and would definitely not be the Hyuga Neji of the future.

But so what?

Itachi Uchiha's heart was on a roller coaster.

Just finished climbing, but then it took a sharp turn downhill.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as a person is alive, there will be one self-consistent moment after another.

it's OK.

Uchiha Itachi was laughing.

He gently lifted the pale skeleton into his arms, controlling every muscle in his body.

Don't crush him.

Don't make him feel bad.

Because the person he wanted to hug was him, Uchiha Itachi.

Instead of the skeleton in his arms.

This body is so magical.

Just the contact made Itachi's thoughts fly outwards uncontrollably.

Hyuga Neji is a genius.

He is undoubtedly powerful.

It is also mysterious.

Hyuga Neji's past and present overlap, but like a runaway train, it drives uncontrollably towards the cliff. ;

But he can neither become a conductor nor a track.

He thought that he was probably just a blade of grass on the train road.

Or a stone.

He always lies quietly in the same place, watching the train approaching and then watching it fall into the abyss.

The skin felt like it was being roasted by flames, burning non-stop.

But if you touch it, you can only feel it is as cold as stone.

I wish I could share this enthusiasm with you.

Uchiha Itachi buried his head in Neji's neck and sniffed his hair that carried the scent of the room.

The smell of cloth, the smell of stagnant air, the smell of autumn, and the smell of extreme decay.

They smell neither good nor bad, but they can accurately arouse the greed in Itachi's heart.

It seems like the air has taken on this smell.

If he moved his head away from here, if he expelled the smell from his nasal cavity, he might drown in the air due to lack of oxygen.

"You should be a proud man."

"Have your own dreams and expectations."

Itachi's voice mixed with Neji's sobbing, covering up the sound of the approaching footsteps.

"I will not let go of the person who took everything from you."

"Whether he's human or not, absolutely."

Itachi was smiling, but his voice was suppressed.

Bloody and sharp, it flowed out of his mouth.

He didn't even dare to imagine what Hyuga Neji was like for the first time before this.

No matter what it is like, I will be happier than now.

At least, happier than now.

He thought so as a matter of course.

If there had been such suffering and pain in the past, why would you cry?

Of course, life is not good now.

Something made Neji sad.

"Wait for me...Give me a little more time..."

He seemed to start crying too.

Warm liquid flowed down his face, and Itachi naturally thought it was tears.

Nothing in the outside world matters anymore.

Who cares how many stripes there are on the tatami?

Who cares how many leaves outside are greener today?

No one will go.

nobody.

"Go and take a rest."

"You're tired, Itachi."

Itachi turned his back to Hizashi and stopped crying tremblingly.

The person in his arms seemed to have seen the person coming a long time ago. He looked forward motionlessly, like a puppet with its soul hollowed out.

Hizashi's hand ended up on Itachi's shoulder instead of Neji's.

With some confusion and worry in his tone, he repeated: "Go and have a rest."

"You're tired now, Itachi."

But the young man only hugged the person in his arms tighter - this was definitely not a relationship between friends.

I feel ashamed of Uchiha Itachi.

Hinata Hizashi thought so from the beginning.

Do I need to overprotect my child - a son who is like a glass vessel that will break if the slightest force is applied?

Hiashi gave his own answer.

Play it by ear.

From birth, his child was destined to not be able to run on the grass like ordinary children and have his own bond with the sun.

Naturally, friends have become a luxury.

He always felt that there was something wrong with this child.

No complaints, no misunderstandings, no blaming others.

If you have medicine, take it. If you have food, try to eat it.

As far as Hizashi could remember, this kid had never caused him any trouble.

Of course, that was before it became like this.

So he was surprised when Uchiha Itachi appeared at home.

This junior is no pushover.

Even Hyuga Hizashi could not fundamentally understand what kind of mentality Uchiha Itachi had in sending his entire family into a cage.

What kind of idea did he have in mind when he brought his younger brother to live with him?

With a paranoia bordering on the bizarre, he turned him into an "Avenger" facing Itachi himself.

But Hyuga Hizashi isn't so big for nothing.

There is no doubt that in the world of Hiashi, Itachi is a genius.

He is the best junior who couldn't be better - he is well-educated, rational and considerate.

In the words of Hizashi Sensei, if Itachi wasn't a ninja, he would be a good wife.

Being a good wife is not something that everyone can be praised for.

It is definitely not a shackle that only belongs to women.

Strong endurance, stable emotions, good at dealing with people...

But the more perfect a person looks, the more terrifying he or she is.

But fortunately, Uchiha Itachi is different.

Uchiha Itachi, who sent his entire family to prison, obviously had no so-called "backing".

He is surrounded by a bunch of monsters who want to take advantage of him.

Including daily difference.

Children need friends.

So he took advantage of the situation to get off the hook.

No matter what purpose Uchiha Itachi had in approaching Neji, he was sure he could protect his child.

Although, it seemed that Uchiha Itachi helped him more.

I don't know when, Hizashi took advantage of me not paying attention and turned into a sinister and cunning adult.

"Go get some rest, Itachi."

Now that Uchiha Itachi has been judged to be a dangerous person, it's time to let him leave for a while.

Although so far, he is the one who has left the most.

But what does that matter?

He is Ningci's father.

One of the people who loves him most in the world.

Relatives and friends are destined to be different.

Not to mention wanting to get involved in one's "friend".

"Thank you for your hard work these days."

"I'm so sorry, Itachi."

People are always selfish.

But I'm really sorry - he is not a good senior.

I don’t know if I can be a good father.

"What do you know!"

The arm he put forward was roughly shaken away by Itachi.

What faced Hiashi was no longer the smiling poker face, but bright red bloodstains.

In the center of the red eye is a rotating magatama.

The corners of his eyes, mouth, cheeks, chin, and even one side of Neji's hair were all dyed the same color as the Sharingan!

"I'm different from you! You don't understand anything!"

He was screaming at the top of his lungs, hysterical.

Even though Itachi was right, he would just be considered a lunatic.