[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

It is difficult for anyone who is in his prime of life to end his life passively and prematurely due to various reasons, to face his own death calmly.

They are either regretful about their unfinished business, or their unfulfilled wishes, or they are nostalgic for their loved ones... They humbly beg for time, for a second chance, as if their lives are repeated, They can live without regrets.

As the protagonist of this article, Harry James Potter, the man who once saved the world, has always been a maverick and unique existence.Even when he experienced real death, he did not lament the shortness of life like ordinary people.

To tell the truth, Harry felt that his life was complete.

He lived up to expectations and defeated the notorious Dark Lord. After graduating from school, he entered the Ministry of Magic, working his way up from an Auror to the Director of Magical Law Enforcement.Although there was an accident in his marriage a few years ago, his relationship with his ex-wife Ginny and the Weasley family has always been good, and the children are quite sensible; Both James and his youngest daughter, Lily, are married. James has a son and a daughter, and Lily's little grandson is about to be born.Life is easy and quiet, everything is fine.

The only less than perfect thing is that he only lived to be 50 years old - for wizards who generally live long, this age can be called an early death.

But there is no way.The defeat of the Dark Lord does not mean that all the evil forces have completely disappeared. In the 30 years since his graduation, he has often fought against dark wizards and their evil creations, and has been hit by countless curses.Those well-known or unknown black magics didn't kill him on the spot, but they also left irreversible damage to his body.He once joked with St. Mungo's doctor that despite his healthy limbs, his soul may already be missing arms and legs.

He had mentally prepared himself for death early in the morning, so when the final moment came, not only did he not panic, but he was even slightly relieved.

The soul floating in a void took a deep breath—of course it was imaginary, after all, the soul does not need to breathe—and let it out long, enjoying the sense of relaxation and freedom that was no longer bound by sex.

"It's finally over?" A voice in the darkness uttered his true thoughts that he would not resort to.

Instantly alert, Harry looked around warily.

"Don't be so nervous, I don't mean anything malicious. Besides, even if I have bad intentions, what are you afraid of? Anyway, you are already dead." The voice said, amused by its own 'humor', and laughed twice.

Still wary of a possible attack, Harry reflexively groped around for a usable weapon - needless to say, found none - while asking calmly, "Who are you?"

"Me? The world has given me countless names, Death God, Hell Messenger, Lord of Death, Pluto... In short, as you can see, every creature will meet me after death."

Harry wasn't expecting to hear such an answer, but he wasn't too surprised.There is a consensus in the wizarding world: learn to have a sense of normalcy towards anything that seems impossible.

Of course, it is one thing to accept it calmly, and another thing to be undefended. After thinking for a while, he asked again: "So, you..."

The voice quickly picked up his words: "—'Why are you so idle, have time to talk to each soul one by one?'"

"..." Harry silently closed his mouth.

Seriously, it doesn't feel good to be told bluntly, it's as if the brain has had Legilimency when you don't know it, and any privacy is gone.

"'Hell, how does this thing know what I'm thinking'? Uh huh? 'Thing'? Dude, that's rude of you to call it that."

Harry was silent, emptying his mind by the way - brain defense was no longer a problem for him at 50 years old.

The voice couldn't read his thoughts, and fell into silence.

However, he obviously underestimated the other party's patience, and within half a minute, the voice started talking to him again: "Honestly, you are very strange, don't you think you are too...how do you say that word?...'Indifference 'Yet?"

Harry still didn't say a word, and the voice obviously didn't wait for him to answer, and then continued on its own after a short pause: "In the face of death, your mentality is the same as that of some old people who are dying. It's 'some' because the vast majority of people, even if they have lived hundreds of years before, still look like 'if only they could live a few more years' when they see me."

"You must know that you are only 50 years old. Calculated according to the life expectancy of you people, you have only passed one-third of your life! Do you really have nothing to let go of?"

——Things you can’t let go of?

Harry thought about it carefully, and a week before his body was exhausted, he had a faint premonition, and in the next seven days, he arranged everything that needed to be dealt with in an orderly manner.When the last moment came, he was lying on the bed, and his friends, family and children stood by the bed, because they knew in advance that his condition was hopeless, so although they mourned and regretted, there was not much despair beyond their power. Be with him peacefully until he leaves.

What else is there to let go of?

"Interesting." The voice suddenly laughed with great interest, "Others don't want to die, but they have to die. You want to die? I just won't let you die."

Harry:?What's wrong with you? ?

Before I could say this rant, a light suddenly appeared in the depths of darkness, getting closer and brighter.Along with the blinding lights, there were also the voices of many people.

When he was about to be enveloped by light and noise, Harry heard the unknown voice again. It sounded quite proud: "One hundred years old, this body can live another hundred years. How about it, surprise?"

... No surprises, more or less frightened.

However, after such an interruption, Harry temporarily ignored the miraculous setting that every extra life is one extra life, and began to think: his original body has been completely exhausted, but the voice said 'this body' can still' Live a hundred years, that is to say, it changed his body?

How would the wizarding world view his resurrection in this form?How should he deal with himself and his relationship with this body?

No, the most important thing to consider is, if he occupies this body, what should the original owner of the body do?

"Tsk tsk tsk, your thinking will become active after a while." The instigator of everything is still sarcastic, "You think too much, don't worry, none of these problems exist."

Harry didn't have much trust in the voice, but since the other party said so, he could only choose to believe it tentatively.

He was relieved not to have to think about complex social identity issues, and then realized—

Why should he do what this thing wants?

Just because the body can live for 100 years does not mean that he has to live to be [-] years old. There are so many unexpected accidents and accidents in the world...

"Forget those little thoughts." The voice really understood his thoughts again, and quickly poured cold water on him, "Say 100 years is 100 years, if you run out of games ahead of time, I'll arrange another one for you .You know, it's not too difficult for me."

……

"Hey - hey! Sa! I'm calling you! What are you in a daze for?" The hard slap on the back interrupted Harry's thoughts.

Being dragged back to reality from the memories, he didn't react for a moment, he leaned forward uncontrollably, almost fell to the ground.

He took two steps forward, barely stabilized his center of gravity, and took a breath because of the stabbing pain from his back.

He didn't need to look at him to know that thanks to that slap, there would be a new red, swollen and purple bruise on his back.

Seeing him frowning, the boys next to him laughed and said, "Don't be so rough! You hurt 'her'!"

Harry glanced at them flatly, but said nothing.

It's no wonder that these kids always like to use this as an argument, he himself feels that his body is too fragile.

It was just that one slap, even if these children were extremely talented and all of them had the hand strength of a grown man, it shouldn't have left him ten days and a half months to heal his injuries.Of course, the premise is that he is still an adult.

——That's right, who made him a child who is less than three years old now?

Even though he has lived in this posture for more than a year, every time he thinks of the 'Hundred Years Promise', Harry still wants to curse that—the Grim Reaper?Pluto? ——It doesn't matter, anyway, it's the voice talking to him in the void.

It sent him to a completely strange place, a place with backward technology and primitive life, where people spoke a language he had never seen and manipulated strange abilities.

Here, the owner of the ability is called a ninja, and the ability used is called ninjutsu.

Like magic, the existence of ninjutsu is not necessarily a bad thing, but the problem is that it is currently in a period of war.

When the times are chaotic, the world is chaotic; when the world is chaotic, people's hearts are chaotic;

yes.Harry thought sarcastically.If it weren't for him who was only two and a half years old, and a group of children around him who were no older than six years old, how could he be being taught how to kill people?

On the crude training ground in front of them, two men were fighting against each other, in name it was an actual combat demonstration, but in fact, Harry preferred to call it a 'killing technique demonstration'.

The children are not very sensible, and most of them are watching the fun, but after all, he has 50 years of life and nearly 40 years of experience in fighting evil forces, so he can see some tricks.

Every blow of the two men is a killing move that can kill a person in a short time.

And the children are obviously used to this form of education, not only did not have the tendency to form a psychological shadow, but they also watched it with great interest, and their small faces were full of admiration and yearning.

Harry lowered his eyes and sighed mournfully.

He spent a lot of time in a trance earlier, so after a while, the duel training ended.

The two men put away their weapons and approached the children at the edge of the field.

The already enthusiastic atmosphere became even more heated. The children screamed "Master Lie Dou!" and pushed each other, wanting to join the first row.

Harry can probably understand their madness. One of the men in front of him is the founder of the ninja village he is currently in. He is also the current village head. Kazekage-sama.

Although he disagreed with the methods, Harry also admired this man's strength and courage.

Lie Dou raised his hand, stopped the restless children, and saved Harry who was almost pushed down and trampled by the crowd.

"Children," his voice was not loud but dignified, "what do you say is the most important thing to a person?"

The children became excited again, and gave out answers in one tongue, some said "strength", some said "dignity", and some said "honor".

Harry curled his lips when he heard it: Look, what kind of normal children can this kind of abnormal education teach?

His unsociable performance could not escape the ninja's observation power, Lie Dou pressed his palms down, signaled the other children to silence, then pointed at him in the air, and asked him to answer by name: "That child...yes, it's you, what are you doing?" think?"

The boys who liked to run on Harry couldn't believe that he had easily captured the attention of their idol, and turned their heads to cast jealous and angry glances, and their eyes almost burst into flames.

Although Harry didn't want to answer, this kind of situation didn't allow him not to answer—if the public refuted Mr. Kazekage's face, then he would not only be bullied by a small group of neighbor boys in the future.

Under the eyes of everyone, he raised his head, looked into Lie Dou's eyes, and answered generously: "The most important thing is life."

There was an uproar.

"Hey! What kind of answer is this called?" Some children dismissed it.

"Are you trying to be a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death?" A child sneered sharply.

Compared with the children's disdain and contempt, Lie Dou's expression did not change at all. He patiently explained: "My child, you misunderstood my question. What I mean is, what are you living for?"

Harry still raised his head, his eyes were calm, and his tone was soft, not calm like a three-year-old child: "I live because I don't want to die."