Naruto: I take the system through time

Kisame Kisame's sharp eyes caught Hiruzen's every tiny movement. As a veteran of the killing field, he didn't believe in the sudden kindness of strangers.

"No need to worry about it. We have to leave. You should enjoy your ramen alone."

Kisame Inikaki stuck the Samehada sword that was lying on the ground vertically on his back, opened the door curtain and walked out.

"It still smells familiar."

Itachi did not follow him out immediately, but picked up the bowl and drank the last mouthful of the soup. He took out the napkin and wiped his thin lips gracefully. He turned his head slightly and stared at Hiruzen with his narrow eyes.

"Yeah, it hasn't changed after so many years, it still has a familiar taste.

It must be very hard for you to be out alone at such a young age, but this hard work can make the people you protect live happier and more comfortable lives, and I think you will not regret it. "

Hiruzen leaned close to the spoon and blew air. The white water vapor drifted away in the direction of the wind. The chewy noodles were suddenly sucked into his mouth with a "squeak" sound. Hiruzen showed a satisfied expression.

"Bill, please."

Itachi put on his bamboo hat, placed three bowls of ramen money on the bar and turned to leave. His gentle and magnetic voice made Iris poke her head out of the kitchen, tilting her head to see who had such a charming voice.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Itachi had already stepped out of the noodle shop, leaving only a handsome silhouette. Looking at that silhouette, Acorus felt inexplicably lonely, as if he had left the crowd and was walking towards the darkness.

"He looked lonely."

Calamus murmured, carrying the empty tray to the bar to collect the money.

"Huh? I paid extra for a bowl of ramen, Hokage-sama, did he pay for it for you?"

Hiruzen's hand holding the ramen paused for a moment, looking at the crumbs of seaweed suspended in the soup, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

"We don't know each other."

"Ah! Then I will return the extra money to him."

It started to rain lightly outside the noodle shop. Chang Pu took off his apron, picked up a gray umbrella and hurried out.

Kisame Kisame stood in the rain, the same shark muscles on his back opened and closed, trembling, feeling the moisture of the rain.

"Mr. Itachi is not in good health. It's better not to stand in the rain for too long."

"It's okay."

The two of them walked together toward the dimly lit area. The street changed from the lively scene. Pedestrians hurriedly poured into the izakaya on the roadside, drinking a glass of sake to drive away the moisture on their bodies.

"According to the report from the spies, the Nine-Tails Jinchuuriki lives in a residential building not far away. He is probably at home at this time. We will go and arrest him right away."

After saying that, Kisame Kisame pulled out the Samehada on his back and dragged it on the ground. Samehada seemed to have returned to the sea, opening his big mouth to reveal sharp shark teeth, sucking in the rainwater from the ground.

"It's easier to attract attention."

"Really? There's no one on the street now."

Although Kisame Kisame didn't wrap up Samehada, he still picked it up from the ground and inserted it into his backpack.

The drizzle soaked the white cotton strips on the edge of the hat, and the black robe became heavy after being stained by the rain. The cold wind whistled and slightly ruffled the wet hair on the temples.

As the chill hit, Itachi's face was no longer as rosy as it was at the noodle shop. He stretched out his pale fingers to tighten his robe and walked towards the eaves.

"It seems that Mr. Itachi's health is deteriorating. Is it really impossible to cure him?"

Hearing this, Itachi lowered his eyes and felt bitter in his heart, wondering if he could live to see the day when Sasuke truly grew up.

"After doing what I want to do in this life, I will die without regrets."

"Apart from genocide, is there anything Mr. Itachi wants to do that he hasn't done yet?"

"No."

Itachi looked into the distance, put away the sadness in his eyes, and walked towards Naruto's house.

"Really not?"

Kisame Kisaki didn't believe that no one in this world had secrets. He had no hope of hearing the truth from Itachi. He just took off his bamboo hat, felt the coolness of the rain, and kept up with Itachi's pace with a smile on his lips.

Soon, the two came to a dilapidated neighborhood. Rainwater dripped from the eaves, flowed along the walls and into the wooden floors. The humid environment caused many brightly colored mushrooms to grow in the corners, and large areas of the whitened wall peeled off. , revealing the gray-black cement inside.

All this speaks of poverty and decadence.

Kisame Kisaki stood next to Itachi, with confusion on his face, "Didn't the organization say that the Nine-Tails Jinchuuriki is the son of the former Hokage? Now it seems that he is not having a good time in Konoha."

"It seems like he didn't live a good life."

Do all orphans live like this?Guilt appeared in Itachi's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to lower the brim of his hat to avoid being noticed by Kisame Mikigaki.

"No matter what kind of life he lived before, he will be free after tonight."

Kisame Kisaki pulled out the Samehada sword from his back, and with a "Bang!" sound, the not-so-strong wooden door was split into pieces, and the incoming water swept away the sawdust.

The two walked into the small house, and the word "dirty and messy" was vividly interpreted in the house. There were three or four buckets of unpacked cup noodles on the wooden table, the used tableware had not been washed, and the quilts on the bed were piled in a pile. A few pieces of clothing were hanging precariously on the edge of the bed, and the air was filled with the smell of rancidity and mildew.

Kisame Kisaki looked at it and shook his head. He picked a relatively clean corner and stood there and said, "It's on par with a doghouse."

There was no one in the room, so the two of them could only sit here and wait for Naruto to return.

Itachi looked around and found that there was no place to stay. He turned around and walked outside the door, lying on the railing and looking up to admire the beautiful night view.

This area is a slum in Konoha. In the quiet night, only a few lights shine, and the cool breeze blows out, giving off a sense of gloom.

After a boring and long wait, Inigaki Kisame walked out of the house, took two or three steps to Itachi's side, and watched the bright stars in the sky with him.

In the dark night, a short figure appeared behind the wall. He was silent and his eyes were sharp, staring at the two people on the railing without moving.

Hiruzen purposely did not smoke today, and after returning home, he carefully washed off the smell of smoke from his body before secretly following the two people on the railing. For an expert, making any stupid mistakes will lead to fatal danger. Only by always being careful and vigilant can one avoid being killed by Weasel. Discovered by the tall man who looked like a shark next to him.

What were they doing squatting at Naruto's house?

Hiruzen frowned, the only reason he could think of was to snatch the tailed beast, but what was their ultimate goal?Hiruzen didn't know.

It was already late at night, and Kisame Kisaki was a little impatient as he waited, his face turned green as he asked, "Is the Jinchuriki out on a mission?"

"perhaps."

Hiruzen, who had been spying diligently all night, also changed from standing to sitting cross-legged. He could read the conversation between the two based on the movement of Kisame's lips.

Hiruzen was a little lucky. Fortunately, he had sent Naruto to track down Sasuke. Otherwise, Naruto would have been taken away by the Akatsuki without anyone noticing tonight. It would have been extremely difficult to find him back.

"Tick tock..."

Crystal raindrops rolled down from the treetops and accumulated a puddle of clear water in the mud. The remaining leaves parked quietly in the water, holding up the weight of the night.

There was complete silence all around, and suddenly, a rapid breathing sounded, getting closer and closer, quickly approaching this dilapidated hut.