Naruto: This Uchiha is too innocent.

Uchiha Sora did not want Uzuki Kaze's body to be disposed of by the Anbu. This man had dedicated most of his life to the Anbu and lost everything within them.

Therefore, he felt that any burial place for Uzuki Kaze could be fine, except for the Dark Division.

He pondered where to be buried, considering public cemeteries, heroes' cemeteries, and even Uchiha cemeteries, but ultimately rejected all of them.

These places weren't bad, but he felt that Maoyue Fengzhong, all alone, probably wouldn't like to be buried with others.

Finally, Uchiha Sora came up with a good place. He took Kurenai Yuhi to the Hokage Rock, walked a distance, and stopped at another cliff edge.

The terrain here is extremely high. Looking out, the entire Konoha is like a scroll painting, laid out before your eyes without reservation. The view is very open, and the rows of houses, the crisscrossing streets, the training grounds, and even the faint outline of the Valley of the End in the distance are all clearly visible.

On one side of the cliff is a lush, verdant primeval forest, with its dense canopy forming a natural green barrier.

"This is it," Uchiha Sora said softly.

After saying that, he carefully placed the body aside, took out a kunai, and silently began to dig. Kurenai also picked up a kunai and came to his side to help.

It's not difficult to dig a grave with a small kunai; the only challenge is the effort required, which takes a lot of time and is extremely tedious.

At the age of twelve or thirteen, the most restless thing is boredom. It is no exaggeration to say that ADHD is common at this age.

However, neither of them had any complaints or annoyances. For Uchiha Sora, the person to be buried was his older brother, who was more than a biological brother to him; for Yuhi Kurenai, the person to be buried was her savior.

for a long time……

The grave was dug, and a dusty-faced Uchiha Sora jumped out, walking step by step to the corpse, silently gazing at Uzuki Kaze.

Suddenly, it was as if a gentle emotion was rippling on the water; it was so tender, so helpless.

"How cunning you are! I can never repay your kindness."

"Do you remember? That was our third mission. You took a knife for me, and the scar on your back is still there. On the fifth mission, you felt it was too dangerous for me, so you ended the mission and took the blame. On the tenth mission, you said you wanted me to live. On the seventeenth mission, you took me to see your brother's gravestone..."

Uchiha Sora was completely lost in his memories, talking to himself incessantly, sometimes smiling, sometimes sad, sometimes manic, sometimes silent. The myriad aspects of life displayed on his handsome face seemed quite incongruous.

"How could such a good person be my senior? How... could he have died?" Every syllable of these words seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, carrying endless sorrow.

"Waaah..." His voice gradually turned into suppressed sobs, and his body began to tremble slightly. His eyes were lowered, and glistening tears clung to his long eyelashes.

"You're so selfish..." he choked, each word seeming to drip with blood, "If you wanted to die, why were you so good to me..."

The carefully maintained calm was ultimately swallowed up by the overwhelming sorrow. Uchiha Sora could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears.

His cries were heart-wrenching, as if he wanted to release all the pain, grievances, and reluctance in his heart at once. Tears flowed like a burst dam, running freely down his cheeks and soaking his clothes.

Kurenai Yuhi stood quietly beside him, her eyes red-rimmed. She felt sorry for Uchiha Sora at this moment, but she knew that what Uchiha Sora needed right now was not comfort, but venting.

Ever since Uchiha Kazunari died, Uchiha Sora's expression had been constantly gloomy. What sustained his rationality was the will called revenge. Now that the dust had settled, that utter sorrow surged into his heart again, and Uchiha Sora could no longer remain calm.

for a long time……

The tombstone was erected, inscribed with "Tomb in the Wind of the Month of Rabbit," the handwriting was ugly, crooked and twisted, with a kind of incongruous feel.

Uchiha Sora slapped the last handful of soil onto the tombstone, then took out a white chrysanthemum from his pocket. The chrysanthemum seemed to have been in his pocket for too long, as one of its petals was missing, but it was still very beautiful.

"This time, I haven't forgotten to give you a flower," Uchiha Sora said softly, placing a white chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone. "It's a pity there's no wine. Next time I come, I'll bring you a pot of wine from the Iron Blood Inn."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply towards the tombstone.

When he opened his eyes again, the sadness in his eyes had been left in a corner of his heart.

"Red, we should go," he said softly.

Kurenai was a lively girl; she could endure the boredom and patiently stay with him, for which he was grateful. However, he couldn't waste any more time.

The Battle of Kikyōyama was not over yet; he still had things to do.

……

Uchiha Sora first took Kurenai home, as she needed to rest after her ordeal. Then he went to the gates of Konoha to find Shisui and took him home.

Momonosuke seemed to have received the news long ago and had been waiting at home for a long time.

"Father," Uchiha Sora called out respectfully, then sat cross-legged opposite him.

Momonosuke opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said, "You've grown a lot."

"Since there has been loss, there must be some enlightenment."

"Is that so? As your father, I hope you never realize this; as the second-in-command of the clan, I'm glad you have."

Uchiha Sora didn't want to delve into the matter further and directly took responsibility: "Father, the situation at Kikyo Mountain is far more complicated than I imagined. I am willing to take responsibility for the Uchiha casualties this time."

He knew that the Battle of Kikyo Mountain in the original story had severely damaged Konoha's strength, but he didn't expect that even though he had made preparations for the Uchiha here, the damage was still so severe.

Those six Jonin really dealt them a heavy blow, especially Chiyo, who single-handedly killed many of the clan's elites. Her puppet technique was completely unaffected by sheer numbers.

Momonosuke shook his head. "Although the casualties are indeed more than we imagined, you can't be blamed for being a child. Besides, things aren't as bad as you think."

According to intelligence, of the six ninjas that Sunagakure dispatched this time, only four remain, and the most formidable one, Chiyo, has left Mount Kikyo. He glanced at the Uchiha clan and continued,

"The remaining four are within our control, so the damage will be much less."

Moreover, the heavy damage isn't necessarily all bad; at least it set a bad example for certain people in the village.

As he spoke, a glint of malice flashed in his eyes, "However, our men cannot die in vain. Mount Kikyo will be awash in blood!"