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

A victorious general may sometimes be defeated repeatedly in places where no one knows.

For example, Uchiha Itachi has never won against Hyuga Neji.

He fled again today.

No matter how you grow or how your state of mind changes, it will all be back to zero when you meet Hyuga Neji.

If it is the child who has no future, maybe he can be educated a little.

But if it was oneself who had no future, one would have to accept it calmly - after all, those who could overcome their own shortcomings would have become the Second Generation Six Paths Sage long ago.

"It's my fault. I said something I shouldn't have said."

Itachi took a deep breath, slowly calmed down his anxious heart, and tidied up his black braid and threw it behind his back.

He pretended to be relaxed, but the only thing on his mind was how to escape.

After a long time, even running away will become a subconscious reaction.

“If only I could go back in time.”

If there hadn't been a first time, would he not have run away?

Nonsense thoughts came one after another, and when I came to my senses, Itachi was already standing outside the room.

Standing face to face was Hizashi Hinata with his arms folded.

Everyone made their own choice.

Including daily difference.

The man seemed concerned about his child: "Is he okay? Is he up?"

Itachi paused: "No..."

"He's still sleeping. He hasn't woken up yet."

"Is that so? Then I won't bother him."

Hizashi nodded to Itachi and turned to leave, but he quickly thought of something new: "Handkerchief..."

The handkerchief was no longer on Itachi's body.

It had fallen beside Neji's pillow when he was fleeing just now.

If Senior Hizashi wanted to ask for it now, he would definitely not be able to give it to him.

The man smiled with his eyes narrowed. His moon-like eyes were covered by his eyelids, with only half of them exposed.

The corners of his lips, which were so thin that they were almost stingy, curled up slightly. He opened and closed his lips, and every syllable was clear and full: "Just keep it for yourself."

"You don't have to give it back to me."

Insidious adults will treat children's fragile hearts as toys and play with them at will.

And his intentions will be revealed again and again in his stinginess.

Even if that was not the original intention.

But so what?

At least in the eyes of people today, this has become a reality.

The wind blew the leaves, and Itachi stood there, watching Hizashi open the door at the end of the corridor and step out.

He's going to say something now.

You have to say something - this is the best way to prove your innocence.

No...wait a minute.

He is not innocent, and there is no possibility for him to prove his innocence.

The surname in front of Hizashi is not for show, and the Byakugan of the Hyuga family is not selective.

What if Hiashi rolled his eyes just now? What if...

Hizashi and Neji have the same level of insight.

There is a saying that a disciple is better than his master, but the relationship between Neji and Hizashi is still difficult to define.

There is no doubt that Hizashi is definitely in the first echelon among ninjas. Coupled with the age gap, it is still difficult to tell who is stronger and who is weaker - it is not a smart decision to hurt both sides or to hurt yourself.

The difference between the Sharingan and the Byakugan means that the two cannot be compared in parallel.

"Thank you, senior..."

"You are welcome."

Hiashi's voice was carried by the wind and completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

As if this was really just a trivial matter.

"What on earth are you thinking about? Hiashi-senpai..."

"What is Neji to you now?"

"No..." He paced back and forth in the corridor hesitantly: "What is Ningji to you and me now?"

"The differences between us don't seem to be as... great as I thought."

Itachi covered his left eye, suddenly stopped and ran out of the yard.

So what are these years of his life worth?

Obviously, his only weapon is memory.

It was obvious that he would soon become the final winner.

Obviously...

He came first this time!

But why did it turn out like this?

Will Hyuga Neji get better?

The morning air mixed with water vapor penetrated into the itachi's nostrils.

The water gradually became sticky, and they grew thin and numerous tentacles, clinging to the young man's trachea and alveoli.

His throat was tightening.

Is breathing such a difficult thing?

His black hair fell apart and Itachi raised his hands up until he was holding his throat, leaving bruises there.

He was breathing heavily and shaking his body, like a grass stalk blown by the wind on the grassland.

After shaking again, he fell to the ground as if he could no longer hold on.

No...

That's not the case...

He is not that kind of person...

But what is the difference between me now and the past?

Whether he can get better or not, the one who is there is Hyuga Neji.

And they are all able to stand here alive because of Hyuga Neji.

Only then can we wait for the arrival of the future so happily.

It has nothing to do with whether the emotion is pure or not - it is what they should do emotionally and logically.

But why...humans are so greedy.

Itachi knelt in the yard on the day of their reunion. Every blade of grass and every tree around him was so familiar yet strange.

They changed colors, eventually being covered in black and red, and stretched their necks like poisonous snakes lurking in the dark.

"You want everything..."

The serpent whispers...

"no no!"

"I can't be so greedy..." Letting my desires expand endlessly.

"why not?"

"Of course you can."

"How can facing your own desires not be a form of growth?"

It suddenly got dark.

The wind was no longer cool, but bitingly cold.

The cloud just covered the sun above Itachi, and it was as if an invisible giant hand dragged Itachi into a different dimension where he was the only one there.

"no..."

"no!"

This is just my own nightmare.

This doesn't really exist.

Uchiha Itachi told himself again and again that suppression and restraint are the most beautiful emotions belonging to human beings.

All he can do now is to exercise restraint.

Continue to take care of him, watch over him, and accompany him as always until the expected day arrives.

Soon, soon...

Itachi almost collapsed and closed his eyes, controlling himself not to think in a negative direction.

“What if that day never comes?”

"What if someone else shows up when everything is about to be settled?"

"The dead cannot be resurrected--then how did Hyuga Hizashi appear?"

"You obviously know everything!"

The poisonous snake bared its fangs and bit Uchiha Itachi's exposed neck.

"You clearly know that you have no chance of winning..."

"Unless you're the only one around him."

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"If you want it, go get it."

“He who restrains and represses will end up with nothing.”

Red blood oozes out and the snake stops whispering.

When Itachi opened his eyes again, the warm sun was shining again.

The warm sunlight, with the unique freshness of the morning, gently kissed every inch of his skin.

The grass and trees sway, natural and full of vitality.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of flowing water in the distance.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

"what should I do."

The blood-red Sharingan looked upwards accurately.

There was a small snake as thick as a finger coiled there.

The black body is dotted with red oval circles, and there is something eerily familiar about it.

"Itachi Uchiha."

“Being true to your desires is not an unspeakable bad thing.”

"You didn't expect Hyuga Neji to become what he is now."

"In this respect, I am the same as you."

The snake narrowed its eyes and exposed its grayish-white belly to the weasel - a gesture of goodwill.

The snake learned this trick from somewhere, but it can be considered useful.

"I will help you, as long as you do what I ask..."

"He will get better, for sure."

The snake's tongue is not pink, but a dark red color almost like the blood has dried.

If you look closely, you can seem to catch a glimpse of a faint blue-green color from above.

"Don't worry about what I am - it doesn't matter to you."

"You just need to know that the opportunity to realize your desire is right before your eyes."

The snake leaped and landed accurately on Uchiha Itachi's neck, overlapping with the mark that had turned black and purple.

"The Chunin Exams. They'll start soon."

"I'll tell you anything you want to know about him."

"Of course, starting with the Chunin Exams."