[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

After saying goodbye on the snowy night, Madara did not go to Hashirama immediately, but disappeared. Even Hashirama didn't mention his whereabouts in his letter.

In the spring of the following year, Tobirama unexpectedly sent a letter telling her that the research progress on the spiritual transformation technique had been basically completed and could be put into use.

To be honest, when Sasami specifically sent the letter to the annoying Tobirama-kun, she never thought about the possibility of getting a reply. Until today, more than half a year later, I thought he was not going to ignore it, but I received an awkward reply from him again.

She was very pleased that Tobirama's professional skills were quite reliable, and decided to suggest that Hashirama add a chicken drumstick to his lunch box.

As for whether he is annoying or not...as long as his professional skills are adequate, it doesn't matter if he is Tobirama Hashirama or Uchiha Madara. After getting the news, Sasami immediately packed up her luggage and sneaked away quietly at night.

Today's Youkuo is like a free back garden to her, and she doesn't have to look at other people's faces at all. Duo He also understood this and stopped trying to discipline her.

She concentrated chakra on her hands and feet, and without much effort, she easily climbed over the wall that looked like a chasm in the eyes of the wandering girls. She patted the dust off her body and headed towards Konoha against the cold wind of the spring night.

By the time she returned to the village gate after a long absence, panting slightly, it was already approaching midnight.

The person on duty at the door was a black-haired and black-eyed ninja, yawning out of boredom. Seeing someone approaching, he rubbed his eyes, and after confirming with some disbelief, he said in surprise:

"...Sister Riru?"

"--Art fire escape ho fireball!"

Seizing the flaw that was exposed when the other person covered his hair and howled, Sasami calmly patted his head: "If you are too annoying, you will turn into a middle-aged balding man, kid."

"How many years have passed since that incident, why haven't you forgotten it yet?" He blew the tips of his hair that smelled of burnt pain, "Didn't I just burn your hair once?"

Every hair on an adult's head is extremely precious. I can't get enough of just taking revenge on you once!

She looked up at his head, which was a little taller than her. She felt a little frustrated and grabbed a few more hairs from his head.

This annoying kid from the pancake shop has now grown into a young man in his prime. Although the time on her own body had not changed at all, at this moment, Sasami realized as never before: time had passed rapidly on others.

——So, what kind of persona is I, who is resisting the torrent of time alone, without even a trace of aging...

She couldn't help lowering her head and thinking.

Unable to get an answer from her, the young man leaned forward and cautiously observed her face with a hint of secret sympathy.

"...Did you leave the village for Madara-sama?" he asked.

"So be it." She replied without hesitation.

As if he had some incredible plot in his mind, the young man quickly pointed out a direction for her: "No one dares to clean up Madara-sama's house. It remains as it was when you left."

"...The current clan leader and Madara-sama are not the same people, so please be careful." After hesitation, he added, "Really...I kindly remind you, don't set fire to me again, eldest sister. ."

"Fire Escape, Phoenix Immortal Fire Technique!"

While the other person was busy flapping the flames in his hair, she rubbed the other person's prickly hair heavily and said, "A kid should act like a kid. You don't need to worry about adults' affairs."

After saying that, she raised her eyes to identify the location of the Uchiha clan and walked forward without looking back.

Even if the current patriarch does have some evil intentions, can he kill her Gundam?

Full of strong confidence in herself and Madara, she did not stop because of this.

Looking at her retreating back, the young man of the Uchiha clan sighed, and his unknown self-murmur dissipated in the wind.

"I'm no longer a brat...My name is Taosheng."

>>>

The house where Madara and she once lived had been vacant for a long time, and the house was covered with dust, making it uninhabitable without a thorough cleaning. But she wasn't usually willing to do such a thing, so she simply closed the door again and walked in the direction of another person who was extremely skilled at eating.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

At midnight, Senju Hashirama rarely slept well due to strange intuition, and his heart kept beating.

While his consciousness was drifting between half-dream and half-awake, he happened to see a familiar figure pulling open the window of his room, making a "creak" sound.

"...Sasami?"

The figure he had thought about day and night suddenly appeared in front of him. He thought he was still in his dream, and looked at the other person blankly with a bit of stupidity.

"Yo, Hashirama."

Sasami didn't feel embarrassed at all and greeted him calmly.

She was a little puzzled after not hearing a response from the other party for a long time. She was about to raise her head to glance at him, but the next second she was hugged into a solid and reliable embrace.

"...?" She blinked in confusion.

Hashirama, who had just woken up, didn't notice what she said, he just did what he wanted to do at this moment.

Hashirama is no longer young, and has long passed the age where he can be impulsive for love. But whenever he wavered, the body temperature under the umbrella, running wildly in the rainy night and her cold palms would immediately come to his mind, making him helplessly defeated.

He also thought about telling the other party his feelings clearly, but he felt that such a thing was a bit abrupt in a letter, but if he went to see her... As Hokage, the village has become one of his responsibilities. , I can no longer sneak out as I please.

Sasami, when will you come back...

Almost every night, he fell asleep with such hope.

So, that night, when she came to his window in the dark, his reflection reflected in her eyes as bright as stars, Hashirama consciously regarded this as a scene in his dream.

"I know you are just a phantom in my dream, but I still..." He buried his head in her white neck and gently sniffed the familiar light fragrance.

"I'm back, Hashirama."

She was like a husband returning from a business trip, half gentle and half tired. She couldn't wait to roll up Hashirama's long hair with her fingers, stroking it happily.

——She loves Hashirama’s hair so much!

Not paying attention to the movements of her hands, he quietly held her in his arms for a while, then raised his head and carefully stroked her cheek with his hand.

"You're still like this, you haven't changed at all."

She was concentrating on playing with the ends of his hair, her dark dark eyelashes drooping, and a few faint starlights shone in her hazy eyes.

Seeing her relaxed posture, his mind seemed to calm down, and even the draft he had typed seemed to be able to speak fluently.

"Sasami," after some deliberation, he finally decided to conduct a practical exercise in his dream, "I will tell you..."

"You tell me, I'm listening." Her voice was filled with doubts.

Her attention was drawn away from his hair. She put down the hair in her hands and stared intently into his eyes.

Looking at those clear and peaceful eyes, Hashirama's hesitation seemed to subside a little.

He finally said:

"I can't continue to ignore my feelings... Sasami."

He took a deep breath and continued, "I do love you."

"But aren't we friends...?" She asked in surprise, "Now that you say that, we can't continue to be friends."

Thinking of the smooth feel, with three parts nostalgia and three parts regret, she said with some reluctance: "Can you let me touch your hair in the future, Hashirama?"

——What exactly does she mean?

Although she spoke the words that she had been accumulating for a long time, Hashirama couldn't figure out what she meant, so he could only follow her words.

"...Of course!" He showed a nervous smile and pulled the hem of his pajamas with his hand, "It's okay to do whatever you want, as long as you are willing to be with me..."

As long as you are willing to be with me...

And me……

As long as you are willing to marry me, Sasami.