[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

The respiratory organs were immersed in the water, as if the body was melting in the water, and the ears filled with river water began to ring. Not long after, a sense of security like returning to the mother's body took away her vision.

When she opened her eyes again, she walked through the white, glowing corridor and came to a starry night. The mountains in the distance were undulating, and the dark shadows seemed to hide mountain spirits. The animal's instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages made her stop and no longer approach the dark place that gave rise to an ominous foreboding.

"Is this the world after death...?"

she read dumbfounded.

"No, Sasami."

A man's voice came from behind her.

"You are really disobedient." The man smiled helplessly and patted her shoulder familiarly, "Although I let you play casually, I won't let you die casually like this. The game is not yet available. It’s over.”

"S-President?!"

"Go back, Sasami."

Someone's hand pushed hard on her back, and with the sound of falling into the water, the clammy feeling of drowning in the water a few minutes ago enveloped her again.

"Auto-save is a good civilization..."

Before she lost consciousness, the president's murmur like a game nerd floated into her ears.

>>>

Just like when everything started, she opened her eyes again under the wash of the river.

Just when she was wondering if what had just happened was just a hallucination caused by her dying state, she touched a leather item in her hand.

Sasami:...?

She then raised it and looked at it.

A rather familiar burgundy margiela bag.

???

Isn't this a second-hand item she picked up from a vintage store in Shimokitazawa?

After living in the super-powered Warring States world for so many years, she had almost forgotten the survival mode of modern women. She hurriedly opened the lock of her purse, and as expected, the contents inside were nothing new at all:

A Chanel lipstick, a smartphone and a vivinewestwood keychain.

She stood on the shore for a long time holding her bag, thinking about the president's intention of doing this. But she also understood that with her poor IQ, even if the Edison of this world invented the light bulb, she might not be able to understand the rules of the game for smart people.

After stamping her feet angrily, she shook the water in her head and walked back under the afterglow of the setting sun.

When the sky was dimmed into a beautiful orange-red color, she finally returned to the residence she had been familiar with for several years.

Pretending that nothing had happened, she opened the door to the patriarch's house as usual, packed her shoes in the hallway, slipped in quietly, and pushed open the familiar paper door.

"I'm back, Mr. Izuna—"

In the empty room, the only answer she heard was her own breathing.

"..."

As if she had lost her center of gravity, she fell on her back on the tatami in Senna's room.

If she also went to the battlefield, would everything be different? If she had protected Izuna well, would she still be hugged by him and say "welcome back"?

"If" means that there is no room for recovery.

The kimono that Izuna gave her was wrapped around her body wetly. The window in the house was wide open, and the window paper was blown by the wind, but she didn't feel cold at all, she only felt the coolness as if she was being embraced by him.

Tears fell on the tatami that exuded a warm smell, making small dark pits one after another. She curled up her back, curled up into a ball, and cried softly like a baby.

I don’t know how long I cried, until the sky outside the window became as dark as splashed ink, and another man’s voice came from the end of the corridor.

"Riru...?"

She was crying so hard that she was out of breath and had no time to answer his questions. The man had no choice but to come over and gently lift her up. He paused and seemed a little relieved: "I thought you..."

He said no more.

"...I seem to have been cheated." She hugged his neck tightly, trying hard to hold back the tears falling from her eyes, but the cold touch still slid down his collar and into his clothes. Feeling the rolling coolness, he couldn't help but tighten his hands again.

"Go back," he said.

The blurred moonlight followed their backs closely, casting the shadows of the two embracing people as if they were one body on the wall behind them.

The survivors all seemed to be suffering from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. No one had any reason to blame the other and could only stick to each other.

After Izuna left, Madara's already somewhat sinister face seemed to be completely frozen, no longer showing any warmth. Even the clan seemed to be covered by an airtight cloud, so dull and oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

In such an atmosphere, war inevitably came again.

In the recent wars, Uchiha has gradually shown its decline, and it has also compromised the powerful combat power of Izuna. Therefore, almost no one in the clan is optimistic about the outcome of this war, and the calls for peace are as high as ever.

The bustling public opinion did not shake Madara's will. Remembering Izuna's instructions to him on the battlefield, he firmly chose to fight.

When Riru asked him for cooperation again, he lost the reason to refuse.

——I understand all your thoughts. So this time, I will respect your wishes.

Madara held the belief that he would die, like a crazy gambler, betting everything he had. His family, his dead brother, and himself will all be used as bargaining chips on this gambling table called "war," and he will make a desperate move towards that slim future.

As for Riru...

In his eyes, she was a collection of contradictions. She was a fragile woman who fit his definition, and would even be frightened to tears by his gloomy face.

But after Izuna left, there seemed to be a closer bond between them.

It is human nature to stay close to others.

The night before leaving, they lay face to face in Madara's room, staring at each other silently in the darkness. Her face was as smooth and beautiful as when she first saw her, like a girl, without any trace of aging.

Quan Nai's clock will always stop at the age of twenty-four, and the hands will no longer continue to move. A long time seemed to pass quietly only on him.

"If we can all come back alive this time..." Before he could say anything, her fingers touched his lips.

"Once a promise is made, it cannot be fulfilled." Her dark brown eyes reflected the faint moonlight, as if the Milky Way was shattered in her eyes.

"...Let tomorrow come a little later."

Immersed in the imagination and relief of tomorrow, even the stars in the sky have lost their color.

In the small room that was both empty and extremely dense, she curled up next to him, her breathing at different frequencies gradually intertwined.

No one sleeps tonight.

>>>

"Susano-"

When the terrifying chakra giant appeared on the battlefield again, Senju Tobirama was shocked.

Isn't Uchiha Izuna already...? !

In his frightened guess, the huge sword had been unsheathed, and it was violently sweeping towards the anxious battle group nearby. He searched and looked at the ninja standing among the giants, only to find that the other person was not his former opponent at all, but another familiar face, one that surprised him greatly——

"Sasami?!"