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

Shiki Fuujin? Uzumaki clan? It sounds familiar. Prince Uzumaki Naruto, who just found out that his mother is a legitimate member of the Uzumaki clan, has the most say.

"I know!" Naruto narrowed his eyes, "It's the technique to seal Kurama, right?"

"Yes."

Having said that, Tobirama Senju also knew what Uzumaki Naruto wanted to ask.

Is Orochimaru actually stronger than the tailed beasts?

Is it better than the Jiu Lama who is having fun outside?

Obviously not.

"Then why are only the hands sealed?"

They risked their lives! According to the strength of the Sandaime grandfather, it shouldn't be difficult to send Orochimaru away.

Coincidentally, Tobirama Senju, Sarutobi Hiruzen's teacher, had the same idea.

Although he didn't know where Sarutobi Hiruzen found the mask, the Shiki Fuujin was almost invincible in concept.

He turned his gaze to Tsunade again, his eyes narrowed too, only showing a hint of red, just like he had looked at his eldest brother when he was still alive.

A little confused, but mostly speechless.

"Ahem..." Tsunade cleared her throat, unable to speak: "Teacher, he is a little biased."

Are you sure this is a point?

There was naked disbelief in Tobirama's eyes.

But Tsunade hasn't said that Orochimaru was only scolded and had his toys confiscated for doing human experiments - in the end, Orochimaru himself couldn't stand it anymore and became a rebel ninja.

If he had acted more like a spoiled child, given Sarutobi Hiruzen's partial and soft-hearted attitude, who knows who would be the Hokage now.

She sighed and didn't really want to talk.

"Grandpa Tobirama, every family has its own problems."

"Retribution will fall on everyone's head."

The woman looked at Tobirama desperately, as if to say: Yes, you are no exception.

Tobirama:?

baffling.

The Chunin Exam seemed to end particularly quickly in Hyuga Neji's memory.

Things that should be important appear to be completely unimportant.

Before it started, I was a little interested, but after it ended, that was it.

The only part that was highlighted was the battle with Uzumaki Naruto.

After that, even the death of Sarutobi Hiruzen did not cause the slightest ripple in Hyuga Neji's world.

The more things you care about, the easier it will be to live longer in this world.

Uchiha Madara probably understood why Uzumaki Naruto appeared here - if the mysterious hooded man hadn't appeared, and his plan...

Even if you roll your eyes, even if you are a genius, you wouldn't have thought of this, right?

Without knowing each other, who can know what will happen in the future?

Even Uchiha Madara would panic before failure. There were many nights when the panic and anxiety were like a fish jumping out of the water to breathe.

It just popped up, brought some bubbles, and then disappeared.

"Let alone him, any person from another village would be disappointed with the current Konoha."

This time, it was Hashirama who spoke.

To be honest, Hashirama and Hyuga Neji didn't have much interaction, and he couldn't understand why he was here.

From the conversation just now, he also understood enough that Sarutobi Hiruzen was the successor chosen by Tobirama and the bearer of the will of fire.

This is only the memory of Hyuga Neji. When the child was born, Sarutobi Hiruzen was already in his twilight years. When people get old, they are bound to be confused. Even their father cannot escape this.

Hashirama clenched his fists tighter and tighter, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

This is a village built by humans. As long as it exists, this day will come.

The one they can see is Hyuga Neji, but what about the one they can’t see?

Lurking in the cracks between space and time is a hooded man in black.

He was still completely black, curled up barefoot beside the cold corpse, with veins surrounding his eyes, and his white eyes were open.

It’s just that those eyes were black, the opposite of white eyes, and fused with the black sclera. If they were not opened, they would be as difficult to detect as white eyes.

"He's dead - what's the use of letting these people know something?"

The snake thought it was okay again, not caring that its entire life and property were in the hands of the hooded man.

For the snake, expressing emotions and making people cry is a passive revolving door, which is useless except wasting time.

But snakes themselves have no concept of time - so there is no need to talk about wasting time.

It's saying some nonsense here purely to show off its authority as a father - isn't there a saying among humans that goes something like this?

Older gingers are more spicy.

"Shut up."

The hooded man had a cold face and rubbed against the corpse again.

Time does not flow in this space. Even if one has become a corpse, he or she will not rot or deteriorate further. He or she may even retain some of the residual warmth from when they were alive.

If you don’t stick it on when you breathe, you can only stick it on after you die.

The life of the hooded man is hard, no need to say more.

"you..."

The snake had no way of expressing its grievances, but it was indeed in the wrong.

At the beginning, it took advantage of every opportunity to have the hooded man directly inherit the "family business".

Even if one Hyuga Neji is gone, aren't there still hundreds or thousands of them?

Besides, the soul of a suicide is generally not that delicious - in other words, it is actually a little undesirable.

Snakes have no physical bodies and can only exist in consciousness. Without observation and recognition, the existence of snakes will not be recognized.

The hooded man came with snakes, and here, there are snakes as well.

What happens when snakes meet? The answer is nothing.

It is only the "snake" that exists in consciousness.

The snake held by the hooded man is no longer either of the two.

As a result, the snake was still wanted. Although it was not delicious, it was better than nothing. That was why the hooded man appeared here and talked back to himself.

There's nothing we can do, it's a snake after all.

Only children do multiple-choice questions, mature snakes want them all.

"What am I."

The hooded man retorted unhappily, "I know where the problem might be."

“It’s best to let the present become part of the past.”

Really? Sheshe doesn’t believe it.

"You mean..."

"I didn't say anything."

The hooded man changed his posture and removed the bandage on Neji's wrist, rubbing the uneven scars on it over and over again.

“This is your karma.”

"You have brought disaster to your father and you are now bringing disaster to your son..." The hooded man sneered, "How dare you do that."

"Whatever. You are a heartless person anyway."

The snake refused to give in: "It's just like you said it."

"I can spit out Hyuga Hizashi, but I'm not the one who took the little girl away."

It is a snake, not a resentful creature. There is no reason for it to work 365 days a year without a break.

“Yes, yes…” The hooded man became more and more impatient. He was now in the same state of being without a body as the snake, but he did not want to appear as a spectator like the snake.

But...the time has not come yet.

He turned over, and the scene on the screen had progressed to the Fourth Ninja World War. His long black hair was disheveled, and his byakugan no longer had any luster.

The bird in the cage flew away seemingly heroically.

As for the truth, the ending, and the so-called gods, are they that important?

"What your eyeballs do is not what you do?"

"It's so funny."

But this time, he didn't mind helping the snake clean up.

The hooded man snapped his fingers and took a last lingering look at the corpse on the ground.

"That's it."

"Let's save the good show for our next meeting."