Naruto: This Uchiha is too innocent.

The front line, Konoha's base.

"call……"

After an unknown amount of time, Uchiha Sora exhaled a breath of stale air, put down the Kusanagi sword in his hand, put it away, and walked out of the tent.

Autumn nights are always so poetic, filled with melancholy. The sky is already dark, there is no night wind, only the campfire is burning brightly, and his shadow is stretched long on the muddy ground.

Uchiha Sora looked outside. Compared to last night, tonight was unusually quiet. Almost everyone looked exhausted, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

On the battlefield, it was common to go months without bathing, so the blood congealed and emitted a nauseating odor, allowing the ninjas to rest with their heads down.

Uchiha Sora frowned slightly. He hadn't gotten used to this kind of life yet. Today's battle was brutal, and many people died. Of course, even more Iwa ninja died, and Huang Tu, who fought Minato, was seriously injured.

Once they weathered the first wave of attacks, the pressure on the Konoha ninjas lessened considerably.

Not far away, the tents were brightly lit by candlelight, and several figures could be vaguely seen through them; it was the operations department discussing the next battle plan.

Next to it was Hiruzen Sarutobi's rest room. He was not pretentious. Although he was the Hokage, he lived in a simple tent with the others, which was just a straw mat made of hay.

Next to it is Minato Namikaze's rest room, where Kushina was also. It's said that she was worried that Minato would stay and not leave, so someone tried to persuade him, but ended up getting beaten up instead. Hmm... that fits Kushina's character.

Uchiha Sora looked away, his stomach rumbling in agreement; he then realized he hadn't eaten almost all day.

Members of the Dark Guard rarely participate in the main battlefield. They mostly fight in the surrounding forests to track the enemy's Dark Guard, which means battles between Dark Guards. However, this is only the first day, and nothing has broken out yet.

After returning in the afternoon, he focused on maintaining the Kusanagi sword and other ninja tools, unaware of the passage of time.

"Sigh, more steamed buns." With a sigh, Uchiha Sora pulled a black steamed bun from his pocket. It was very hard; perhaps he could use it as a brick?

Soldier rations can be considered a strategic resource. They are not used in peacetime, so these black pills are the food. They are tasteless and feel like eating wood, but they are convenient to carry and contain all the necessary nutrients.

He ate his black cornbread with a blank expression and wandered around the base. Normally he would be training at this time, but now he always gets to engage in real combat and often fights until he is exhausted, so he has given up training time and used this time to conserve his energy.

Now, he suddenly realized he had some free time, and his thoughts wandered.

Hey!

I've got a good idea.

Enjoying the moon.

The autumn moon is the roundest of the four seasons, but unfortunately there is no Mid-Autumn Festival here, so there is no concept of mooncakes.

He also quite likes mooncakes with a molten filling, and is thinking about whether he should find some time to learn how to make five-nut mooncakes.

He figured Shisui would probably like fruit-flavored mooncakes, his mother liked red bean mooncakes, and his father... so he'd make him a five-nut mooncake.

Oh right, and we can't forget our friends! Kurenai would probably like sweet flavors, while Rin prefers savory flavors? Obito...

Lost in his thoughts, he unknowingly walked to a series of huge moon-viewing stones.

He unconsciously stopped and subconsciously looked up—on that boulder, not far from him, a figure sat silently.

The person was tilting their head slightly upward, gazing at the bright moon. Their profile appeared somewhat lonely, and their eyes were fixed on the night sky.

"In the wind of the moon?"

Uchiha Sora let out a soft "hmm" and walked over, sitting down next to him. The rock was large enough for two people.

"What's wrong? Something on your mind?" he asked casually.

Uzuki Kaze glanced at him sideways, smiled, and said, "Not really, I just felt it was about time?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing," said Uzuki Kaze, unwilling to elaborate. "It's just a new task that was assigned."

"Um?"

"Mount Kikyo of Konoha has been attacked by Sunagakure. The situation is critical, and we need to go back to provide support."

Uchiha Sora was not surprised to hear this. In the original story, Konoha won the Battle of Kikyo Mountain by a small margin. At first, he did not understand how Konoha could suffer such heavy losses on its own territory. However, when the Iwa ninja launched their attack this time, he knew why. Therefore, the outbreak of the Battle of Kikyo Mountain was within his expectations.

"With the situation so tense at the front, should the secret service return?"

Not all, only part.

"Oh, so our team was chosen?"

"Um."

Uchiha Sora nodded slightly. "You seem much more relaxed."

Tilting his head in the wind, Uzuki asked with a smile, "Really?" "Perhaps," he added, "Going home is always good, isn't it?"

Uchiha Sora shrugged. "Yeah, it's really tough being on the front lines."

"By the way, how's your crescent moon dance practice going?" Uzuki Kazunari asked.

"Hmm... I think I've made a lot of progress."

"Really? Shall we practice?"

"...Just what I wanted."

The two separated, drew their swords simultaneously, and faced each other.

As Uchiha Sora practiced his sword-wielding stance with practiced ease, Kaze watched with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes and teased, "You haven't forgotten how to use it, have you?"

Uchiha Sora laughed and said, "Of course."

The two simultaneously formed hand seals, unleashing the "Shadow Clone Technique!"

The prerequisite for Mikazuki is the Shadow Clone Technique. Using the Shadow Clone Technique to perform swordsmanship is problematic if the number of clones is too small, resulting in weak techniques; if the number is too large, it becomes difficult to control. Three is the ideal number.

On the left, three are in the wind of the month of Mao.

On the right, three Uchiha Sora.

At the same time, they raised their swords, and the moonlight arced across their eyes, making them shine so brightly.

"The Dance of the Crescent Moon!"

……

As the smoke and dust cleared,

Uchiha Sora lay on the Moon-Viewing Stone, his face covered in dirt, pursing his lips and saying bitterly, "Almost there."

Uzuki Kaze sat down beside him and laughed, "Hehe, I am your senior after all. Although you have made rapid progress, it is not so easy for you to surpass me. I have been studying for so many years."

"Hmph, I'll surpass you by next year at the latest," Uchiha Sora said confidently.

"Really? That's amazing."

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, but neither of them felt awkward. The tranquility was just right and made them feel comfortable.

Uchiha Sora thought to himself that he was really lucky to have met such a good person as Uzuki Kazunari after joining the Anbu.

Mao Yuefeng thought to himself that he was really lucky; even on his deathbed, he had found a disciple.

It might be a minute, it might be ten minutes, or it might be an hour.

Uzuki Kaze whispered, "Sora, bring me a bouquet of flowers next time we meet."

Uchiha Sora stared at him strangely. Two men delivering flowers? That's a bit ambiguous, isn't it? He pursed his lips and said:

"No, that's too cloying."

"You will."

She smiled brightly in the wind of the month of Mao.