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

Any young person would be at a loss at this moment.

But unfortunately, Hyuga Hizashi is an unreliable and somewhat sinister adult.

He simply lightened the weight of his hands and switched from pressing to patting.

Hyuga Hizashi is an honest man, but he will never let go of any grudge.

It's stable, but also crazy.

A family is destined not to have two kinds of children.

It's just that their positions on the timeline are different.

When it comes to Sharingan, Hizashi will inevitably think of that person.

As I get older, I naturally get to know more people.

By Itachi's generation, except for those in the Root, most people didn't know Danzo Shimura.

He was extremely timid - at least in the eyes of those who once knew him.

Hide yourself and disappear from the world.

He is a pure black poisonous snake, spitting out his tongue, waiting for the day to swallow his target into his stomach.

Hizashi must know who Danzo's target is - but what does that have to do with him, a branch family?

No matter who is in that position, happiness will not fall from the sky.

This is something that has been known for a long time - unless...

This is something that Hizashi couldn't even imagine.

But it doesn’t matter, soon, very soon, no one will be able to bully them.

It's them, not the Hyuga branch.

The pair of Sharingans in front of him is the good thing that Danzo Shimura has been dreaming about day and night.

It seems that as long as you have these eyes, everything you want will be within your reach.

Now I have got half of it?

The middle-aged man stood there with a concerned expression.

The kindness, gentleness and tolerance that an elder should have are fully displayed on this face along with those pure white eyes.

Mature adults won't haggle with lunatics.

Even if the other party said something rude.

But so what?

Living day by day and pretending not to see anything is the way for adults to survive!

Even though the pair of blood-red Sharingan were now shaky.

The eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, with red bloodshot all over the edges. Warm liquid mixed with blood filled every inch of the gap. If only a little more came out, the pair of eyes would be pushed down entirely.

Hizashi could even imagine those eyes falling off without any effort.

The mucus will be stringy and will wrap around the eyeball.

The optic nerves are thick and they pull on the eyeball to keep it from falling.

During this whole process, what role do the muscles around the eyeball play?

Most likely it has spread its wings on imagination and is flying far away along with reality.

So Hizashi knew that there was no possibility that these eyes would fall off.

"Itachi, you've worked hard..."

"You don't need to bear these things."

"You're just tired."

The handkerchief embroidered with the Hyuga clan emblem was taken out by Hizashi from his breast pocket.

Apparently, this was the only piece he had.

The handkerchief was not handed to Neji, but Itachi who held it in his arms.

There are only two people in this room.

Itachi thought so subconsciously, and perhaps Hizashi thought so too.

Only the third person will feel that there are three people here.

"Just wipe it."

The handkerchief had a faint scent of sandalwood, which was the incense commonly used by the Hyuga family.

This was also a smell that Uchiha Itachi had never smelled on Neji before.

If it was before...

He stared at the handkerchief and gradually relaxed the strength in his arms.

Did Ningji in the past also have this smell?

Is that the familiar smell of his senior?

Maybe it will be a little different - but when Neji Hyuga grows up to be as old as Hizashi-senpai...

What kind of relationship will there be between a child and his father?

Uchiha Itachi moved very slowly, with pauses in between, and it took him some time to finally grasp the handkerchief.

He seemed to be able to smell the blood on his body suddenly.

The strong smell of rust rushed into their nostrils, and they hugged each other and rushed upwards with the determination to die.

As long as you lower your head, you can see your own blood.

But Itachi didn't.

He raised his head slightly, facing Hinata Hizashi, and moved his lips, making a small, weak sound.

Hiashi couldn't hear it clearly, but even if he could, it would just be some meaningless notes.

"Thanks..."

Uchiha Itachi just let go of Neji in an almost inhuman posture and slipped away through the crack of the door holding a handkerchief.

"Thanks..."

But the words of thanks seemed to still remain in this room.

Hizashi watched the door move and close and could only sigh.

Now, he was the only one left in the room.

He is left alone to face the monster!

The blood wet the black hair and soon they stuck together.

A dark red pancake with hair as the skeleton and blood as the adhesive.

The handkerchief is gone.

The blood would soon slide onto the snow-white bedding, leaving bright red marks.

They will slowly oxidize until their original appearance is unrecognizable.

"Ningji..."

Hizashi took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the boy leaning against the pillows.

It seems that Neji was not like this when he was a child, right?

"Every child is expected to be born."

"That's what I told you when we were little."

“My father told me the same thing when I was a kid.”

"But whether it was me when I was a child, or my father - no, now it's the elder."

"They are all from the Zong family."

"No one ever told me that children from separate families were not expected to be born."

"Until we had you, Neji."

"It's not that your mother doesn't love you."

When he heard the word "Mom", Neji moved noticeably.

"She seldom comes to see you. She has been avoiding you since she gave birth to you..."

"You were still young before, so there were some things we couldn't say..."

Hizashi's voice was calm and simple, as if the person lying opposite him was not his son, but an object.

When it came to Hyuga Hizashi, all this became a task quietly.

As long as it's completed, everyone is happy.

Even if Hizashi didn't say it, Neji would know it.

In my previous life, my mother passed away not long after giving birth to me.

All I can remember is my father's shadow, and I can hardly find any trace of my mother.

Even if he is your own son, it is difficult to fall in love with someone who wants to kill you!

Neji's mind was in a mess.

Perhaps it was precisely because of his abnormal condition that Hizashi found the courage to tell all this.

Even if the parts are rusted and can't work properly, it's still Hyuga Neji who is here.

It’s just that the people around us don’t realize this very well.

"It's not that your mother doesn't love you."

"But as a branch family member, she can only think that you are a monster that was put into her stomach by the main family."

"And then there will even be a monster that will kill her for the sake of the main family."

This is the first time I've heard of this story.

A crack appeared in the chaos.

Language seeps through the cracks, and the owner of the mind temporarily seals it up.

He wasn't quite ready to comprehend the meaning of these words yet.

But I don’t want to just leave these things alone.

So Hizashi's words were saved for a short time.

"She killed her parents under the influence of the caged bird."

"Your grandparents were once considered traitors by the clan."

"She will become my wife, probably for this reason."

Hizashi is always like this, dropping one bombshell after another with an expressionless face.

Once upon a time, this middle-aged father might have been full of vigor and vitality.

"She was happy to know that you weren't a caged bird."

But the relationship between husband and wife is more than just tragic.

"Your mother will love you."

"In the future, no one will bully us, and your mother won't have to live in fear."

At this moment, Hizashi seemed to have regained the strength to walk.

He took three or two steps to Neji's side, picked up the boy's blood-stained hair, and slowly wiped it with his sleeve.

"It doesn't matter if you are in this state now..."

"But please recover to a state where you can be happy before our happiness comes..."

"Soon, it will be over soon..."

"It's okay, Neji. Don't be afraid. You still have a future."

The chaotic organs were unable to process the information input from Hizashi, so Neji could only keep his eyes open and maintain the original posture.

But there was always a voice in his heart shouting:

"No, that day will never come."

"Your father will die, and your mother will die too."

"Everyone here will become unhappy because of you."

"Or, isn't death a kind of relief?"

“No one looks forward to being alive.”

This sound is very similar to Nichi.

"You too, right?"

Gradually merge with the sound input from the outside world.

"My dear son."