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

It is strange that people don't care about anything.

Such a person simply does not exist.

But what if...it's not a human?

"Is there nothing important to you?"

Gaara once met such a person.'

If that can be called a human being.

He was wearing a black hood and even his skin was pure black.

What does the world after death look like?

According to common belief, once a human dies, his soul will enter the Pure Land.

The forbidden technique: Impure World Reincarnation, is to call back the dead from the Pure Land.

But Gaara died, and he did not enter paradise as he wished.

"I'm sorry, but you can't enter the Pure Land yet."

"In other words, you cannot truly die now."

Gaara can no longer remember how he died.

It seemed that as a Jinchuriki, the tailed beast was extracted, and it seemed that he died in the battle with the Konoha ninja.

Various versions of myself are mixed in my memories, weaving together more than a dozen different ways of dying.

"I've seen you."

The memory will automatically jump out the desired part when needed.

At some point, or at some point in time, he had met this person.

The hooded man nodded and praised, "You have a good memory."

A robot-like way of praising.

It can only be said to be better than nothing.

"Thanks for the compliment..."

It was just a little hard to laugh at, but Gaara still wanted to be a good and polite boy.

Although it sounded a bit outrageous, he felt a familiar aura from the hooded man.

Wearing a hood means that he doesn't want people to see his true face, right?

Gaara had a lot of questions in his mind, but he couldn't say a word.

The hooded man seemed to have something to say.

A small arm stretched out from the wide robe, and the pure black skin showed that the owner was definitely not an ordinary person.

That's not a human color.

Gaara could still see this.

He shook out his sleeves and gradually raised his arms upwards.

The hooded man appeared to have the build of a young man, but his wrists were extremely thin.

His voice was hoarse, but it vaguely carried the flavor of Gaara's memory.

The fingers flicked lightly, and the hood slid down, revealing his true face.

What is the significance of wearing a hood?

Gaara didn't know, but what he saw only doubled the problems that were already on the verge of bursting out.

Pure black skin, no... not just skin...

Even the whites of the eyes and irises are black.

And its facial features are very similar to those of one person.

The one for whom Gaara would willingly give his life.

"Neji..."

"Although I'm a little disappointing to you, I'm not him."

The hooded man answered decisively and lowered his head again, as if thinking about something.

This is not the real world, and there should be no wind.

There was only still air surrounding Gaara's body, and there was not even the rise and fall of his own breathing.

After all, he is already dead, so it’s no problem if he can’t breathe.

only...

The young man's long snow-white hair hung down, covering part of his face which was slightly drooping due to thinking.

The hair was fluttering, sometimes rising, sometimes falling.

The absurd movement finally stopped when the hooded man finished thinking.

“What a hassle…”

He looked at Gaara, "Give me a name."

"You don't want to call me, Hyuga Neji."

This does make sense, but why would the person who can control the rope tree and send his already dead self here give himself a name?

"this..."

"That would be more convenient."

"There's no one else here, just you and me."

A name is just a title.

If he wanted, he could be Hyuga Neji. But that would be very troublesome, so no.

Nothing matters, nothing is important.

Whether it is his own name or his existence as Hyuga Neji.

"Then..."

Gaara suddenly remembered a memory in which he and Neji met a cat on the streets of Rain Village.

It was completely black and looked like it was only one month old, but it was so thin that it made people feel pity for it.

You won't live long in the streets of Rain Village.

Neji was already a little dazed at that time, and he seemed indifferent to everything except Gaara.

Including himself.

But the cat caught the boy's attention.

"There is a cat."

It was already midnight, and the darkness on the street corner blended into the sky.

The Rain Village always likes it to rain.

A rainstorm has just ended, and a new batch of moisture is filling the air.

It won't be long before the next rain begins.

Although it won’t be as severe as the previous one, it will be an equally annoying rain.

Even with a ninja's trained eyesight, it would probably be difficult to see the black cat in the dark night.

It is so small and so black.

But Hyuga Neji happened to see it.

The cat was so weak that it couldn't even make a complete call. After the two approached it, it could only make a weak whimper.

Maybe this is fate.

People who sometimes don't even notice the stones on the road, but they see this cat.

"Take it back?"

Although the Akatsuki organization is not considered kind, it is still okay to release a cat.

But Neji just shook his head, crouched down and gently stroked the top of the cat's head.

Although it seems that it will not last long, it is true.

If it was a medical ninjutsu, perhaps the cat still had a chance to survive.

"We already...can't have any more ties."

Gaara didn't understand what Neji meant, but in his heart he was happy that the other party used "we" to refer to himself and him.

"Give it a name."

"When I was a kid, my mother once told me that a cat's name is proof that it's loved."

“Even after death, a cat with a name will never be lonely.”

Neji kept his head down, as if he was thinking about something.

If Gaara could bend down and look into Neji's eyes, he would immediately be able to see his hesitation.

"Then call..."

"Xiao Hei."

Because it is black, it is called Xiao Hei.

There is not too much emotion injected, but it carries a kind of tenderness that belongs only to the owner.

A cat can live for a maximum of twenty years, or even longer, but Hyuga Neji knew clearly that neither he nor Gaara would live for another ten years.

If it waits a little longer, the cat might meet someone better and more suitable.

Even without...

In Hyuga Neji's subconscious mind, he probably felt that having nothing at all was better than having a sad ending.

The named cat was once again alone in the dark.

It's just that the hair on its body was absorbed by the sand, and there was something on its head to protect it from the wind and rain.

Even milk with Bingliang Pills was placed at his feet.

If people are not full, cats will not be full either.

Human power is always smaller than we imagine, and human existence is always more insignificant than we imagine.

"Then call..."

"black."

Gaara responded.

Hei didn't seem surprised at all, or rather, he was indifferent to everything.

In this state, it is hard for Gaara not to be reminded of Neji during that period.

The difference between the two seems to be only whether the object of indifference includes him.

“I am lost, but also hopeful.”

Hei started a conversation: "I need you to do something."

"Of course, you have no right to refuse."

What a domineering person.

This is even more so when considering Hyuga Neji's peaceful yet murderous face.

But Gaara doesn't hate it.

"Are you really not Neji?"

"..."

Kuro remained silent, seemingly trying to decide whether or not he needed to explain something to Gaara.

"Whatever you think."

The result of the ideological struggle seems to be that laziness prevails.

He imitated the snake, trying to throw out bait to make Gaara more obedient.

But...is it really necessary?

Does success or failure, obedience or not, matter to him?

The answer is, it doesn’t matter, and besides, Gaara is already well behaved enough.

Well, let him think whatever he wants.

"Then, say goodbye."

Kuro snapped his fingers, and a red eyeball appeared in his hand, and he was about to throw it at Gaara.

"Wait a moment...!"

The figure of the red-haired young man gradually faded: "If I can see you again, can you tell me everything?"

Hei pursed his lips and smiled, then replied, "Okay."

That is not strategizing, nor is it having everything planned out with confidence.

But it was the indulgence called "indifference" that Gaara was very familiar with, which he could sometimes see in Hyuga Neji during that period.