Naruto, born from the world of his parents.

In the bedroom, Kushina, who had just changed into her pajamas, was enveloped in a warm embrace.

Her body stiffened, and then she started wriggling like a little pig.

Feeling his wife's struggle in his arms, Minato's eyes flashed with guilt. He gently placed his chin on Kushina's shoulder, a gesture that acted like a switch, instantly calming Kushina down.

"I'm sorry, Kushina, I didn't mean to deceive you."

Upon hearing this, Kushina, who had been holding on all day, could no longer maintain her composure.

She was a child who left home too early. Although she had been a ninja for several years and seemed to be a reliable adult, no one can escape the loneliness of childhood.

It wasn't until that night, under that full moon that seemed to encompass the entire world, that Kushina transformed back into that child.

The child who was firmly protected by the sun named Minato Namikaze.

So even though she had made up her mind to act like an adult and pretend nothing had happened, even though she had prepared herself mentally, even though she knew in her heart that it was her husband and child's love, she still couldn't pretend to be indifferent when she saw Naruto's face.

"I hate myself, don't I?"

Kushina's voice startled Minato, because when he hugged her, he could clearly feel the body twitching in his arms.

"Despite being so old, she still acts like a child and can't control her emotions."

"Even though she's the one being cared for, she still acts awkwardly and pretentiously."

"I keep telling myself to trust Naruto and Minato, but I still can't help but worry."

"I hate this version of myself, don't I!"

Tears soaked through my clothes and into my chest, close to my heart, sending out a damp chill.

Looking down at the girl sobbing against his chest, Minato's eyes softened. He raised his hand and placed the hand that always held the kunai on Kushina's head, gently stroking the back of her head.

This gentle gesture only made the tears in his arms flow even more profusely.

Minato didn't stop her; he just quietly held Kushina in his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, when the sobbing in his arms gradually subsided, he finally let go, brushed Kushina's hair aside, and gently wiped away the tear stains on her face with his fingertips.

"I'm sorry, Kushina, I just didn't want you to feel pressured."

"How is this possible?!"

Upon hearing this, Kushina's tears flowed again.

"How could I not worry when you were covered in blood that night!"

"And Naruto, I'm so scared, so scared that he'll just keep sleeping like this and never wake up again."

"I know I'm just a useless housewife who can't help you much, but I can't even do something like not letting you worry. Why am I so useless?"

As he spoke, tears welled up in Kushina's eyes again. Seeing his usually carefree wife so vulnerable, Minato felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Every tear of Kushina felt like a needle gently falling on his heart, and he instinctively hugged her tightly.

The strong hug gave Kushina a false sense of security, which gradually calmed her down.

She sniffled and mumbled in Minato's arms, "This is the last time."

"it is good."

"From now on, you're not allowed to hide anything from me about this family!"

"it is good."

"snort."

Kushina gently twisted her body and let out a dissatisfied hum.

Then she raised her head and stared intently into Minato's eyes with her wet, red eyes.

"You'll protect Naruto, right?"

Looking into his wife's earnest eyes, Minato's expression also became incredibly serious. He looked firmly into Kushina's eyes and said, "I will."

"Hmph, you better be."

Seemingly embarrassed by Minato's gaze, Kushina let out a soft hum and buried her head in her husband's chest again.

Minato seemed to sense something, and his eyes widened slightly at the doorway. The next moment, a heavy thud came from outside the door.

What was that sound?

Seeing his puzzled wife, Minato smiled gently: "Who knows? Maybe it's a mouse."

Outside the door, Naruto rubbed his head and tiptoed back to his room.

Although the back of his head still hurt a little from being hit, Naruto felt relieved.

His intelligence, inherited from his father, allowed him to clearly see that his mother was wrong, but he didn't know how to say it.

So after his parents went back to their room, he secretly went to the door to listen to how things were going.

In fact, Naruto was already prepared to rush in and let his mother beat him up if she got really angry.

But he didn't expect that his father could comfort his mother with just a few words.

Thinking about his parents' conversation, Naruto couldn't help but grin foolishly.

Suddenly, Hinata's face popped into his mind.

He didn't know why he suddenly thought of Hinata, but he was very clear about one thing now.

He wanted to see Hinata.

"I'll go see Hinata after training tomorrow!"

With this thought in mind, Naruto fell into a deep sleep.

……

"ah!!!!"

The excruciating pain made Naruto howl involuntarily, and Itachi's hand trembled involuntarily when he saw Naruto's suffering.

"Naruto-sama, shall we end this?"

Upon hearing Itachi's voice, Naruto took a deep breath, but still replied with unwavering determination, "Continue."

How many swords are there?

After another sword pierced his heart, Naruto thought vaguely.

"Oh, right, three hundred and forty-three. Damn it, is this the training Dad was talking about?"

Thinking of Minato's reminder before he left that morning, Naruto couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Naruto, I have to admit, your talent astounds me, so I think you should be able to do more. Are you willing?"

No child could refuse his father's words, just as no Konoha ninja could refuse Minato Namikaze's words.

It wasn't until Itachi's eyes led him into this world that Naruto finally understood what his father meant by saying, "Don't rush to agree. If you feel you can't take it, you can stop anytime. Don't force yourself."

Three hundred and forty-three swords. In this space under the blood moon, Naruto's heart has been pierced three hundred and forty-three times.

Countless times Itachi wanted to stop, but Naruto always stopped him.

Because he found that the pain he could feel was getting lower and lower.

After pulling the sword out of Naruto's chest, Itachi reached his limit. He looked at Naruto, whose eyes were still clear, and the windmill in his eyes spun rapidly. The next moment, the space collapsed completely.

Inside the training ground, seeing Naruto lying on the ground like a dead fish, panting heavily, Itachi felt a rare sense of fear.

It wasn't just because he used forbidden Sharingan ninjutsu on the Hokage's son.

Furthermore, he discovered that Tsukuyomi's influence on Naruto was decreasing.

Inside the Hokage's office, listening to Itachi's report, a flash of understanding appeared in Minato's eyes.

"As expected, you're just like me."

But then he shook his head: "No, he's better than me."