On the compatibility of the Uzumaki clan and the Sharingan

It's the cherry blossom season again. The cherry blossoms on both sides of the Nanhe River are in full bloom. The tense atmosphere seems to have been blown away by the gentle spring breeze. The three children of Shuimen are walking on the street with Feitao. They say they are going for an outing, but they are just walking on the Nanhe River.

Fei Tao sighed again, Mom and Dad, you are so careless, you just left me to three people who are still children themselves, aren’t you afraid that the four of us will be caught and taken to Xishan to dig coal?

Everyone says that the cherry blossom rain is beautiful. Fei Tao said that at least it looks beautiful, but it cannot be eaten. She really wants to find a place to eat. She admits that she has no eyes for appreciating beauty.

She gently shook the deep red peach blossom in her hand. It was given to her by the grandmother downstairs when she went out this morning. She said that she would have good luck today. However, she has not had any good luck so far. If she could pick up a million now, she would believe it was true.

Fei Tao was in a daze over here, while Kakashi and Obito on the other side started arguing again for some unknown reason. She was used to it, because in the end, Kakashi would remain silent and Obito would be so angry that he couldn't speak. Sometimes she really felt sorry for Sister Lin, it was too difficult for such a thin little girl to take on the responsibility of reconciling the two.

Kakashi snorted, "The tail end."

"Kakashi, I'm not the last one in the class. How can you say that? Damn it! No, I must teach you a lesson today."

"Come on, who's afraid of who, the last one."

Before they could even say a few words, the two of them were ready to fight. Lin didn't know what to do and could only persuade them, but it seemed to be getting worse. "Calm down, both of you, and stop arguing."

Fei Tao looked down at the peach blossom in her hand. So what is the real luck? No matter what, she should tell the three of them to go home first. She was really starving to death. However, when Fei Tao looked up, she found that the three of them were gone.

"Brother Obito? Sister Lin? Brother Obito? Sister Lin?" Fei Tao shouted loudly, but no one responded to her. She was stunned. Could it be that she was left here? Dad, this is your good student, and I was left on the street like this!

Fei Tao frowned as she looked at the cherry blossoms dancing in front of her. What should she do now? Should she go back or wait here for them to find her? She shook the peach blossoms in her hand. This was not luck at all, this was clearly bad luck. When she turned her head, she saw the child standing on the other side of the bridge.

The cherry blossoms danced by him, and the child slowly turned his eyes, and his black eyes met Fei Tao's. When their eyes met, Fei Tao smiled widely. For some reason, she always felt that the girl with the short hair was very cute, and there were no other adults around, so she was probably a lost child. She had been here for so long and finally met this person of the same age. She didn't need to pretend to be young anymore. This time, she wanted to cultivate feelings with this girl with the short hair.

Fei Tao walked up to the small bridge, walked in front of the child, and handed over the peach blossom. "Here, this is for you."

"Give it to me?" the child asked doubtfully. Why did you give it to him? He didn't know the girl, but he always felt familiar with her.

"Take it. Hey, my name is Namikaze Hitoshi, what's yours?"

"Feitao?" The little boy was stunned for two seconds, then stared into Feitao's eyes, "Uchiha Itachi, my name is Uchiha Itachi."

"Uchiha Itachi?" Fei Tao was stunned. Could this happen? I hadn't thought about Uchiha Itachi these days, but he showed up. They hadn't seen each other for a year.

Namikaze Hito? Itachi frowned and thought of it immediately. He often heard his mother mention the girl who slept in the same bed with him. He had always been on the battlefield with his father. He knew that he should live in Konoha like the girl in front of him instead of on the battlefield. But why? Why is there a war?

"Little Peach, are you? I seem to have some impression of her." Itachi took the peach blossom and tried to recall her. It seemed that he had some impression of her. He seemed to be very attached to her and seemed to like being with her. It seemed... very delicious...

"Little Peach?" Feitao rolled her eyes. How could you follow the elders and call me that? "This KAMISAMA who is here to be worshipped, my name is Namikaze Feitao. Just call me Feitao. Don't call me Little Peach or anything like that. I always feel like I'm at a disadvantage."

"KAMISAMA? Why did Hitao call me that?"

"Because..." You may not believe it, but I just said it casually. Kids, please don't care about these unimportant things.

"Ah, KAMISAMA, you want to go back too? How about giving me a ride?"

"Well, yes."

Does giving her a ride mean sending her home? Why not just say send her home?

"Where have you been? Why haven't I seen you for so long? You're not really going to make decisions, are you?"

"I followed my father to the battlefield."

Itachi spoke in a low voice without any extra waves. Mikoto also discovered early on that Itachi was a child who was more profound and thoughtful than other children of the same age. She was actually very worried. A child who was only three years old should have been enjoying the happiness of childhood like his peers, but he had to pick up a kunai and go to the battlefield so early.

"Battlefield?" Fei Tao couldn't believe it. He and she were born on the same day, right? He was going to the battlefield at such a young age? What did his father think? Although Fei Tao had never experienced the battlefield, she knew what it was like. He was still a child. What kind of father would be so cruel?

It was no wonder that he had the heart to massacre his entire clan later since he accepted these things at such a young age. However, she didn't know what had driven this child who looked just like her to become such a Asura.

Fei Tao turned her head and kept looking at Itachi. Itachi also slowly turned his head. When their eyes met, Fei Tao turned her head back quickly as if she had done something bad and was caught. "Ah, how is Aunt Mikoto doing recently? I haven't seen her for some time."

"Mother is doing well lately, thank you for your concern," Itachi said.

Fei Tao was stunned for two seconds. Is this what a three-year-old child should say? What the hell is this faint and distant tone? Is this still the little kid who clung to her and was pressed to the ground by her? Not at all. This is just like an adult.

"Hey, tell me the truth, you also came from a time travel, right? Where are you from? Let's not beat around the bush, I'm not going to change my name, Li Feitao." Feitao ran to Itachi and opened her hands to stop him. With such a mature tone and such an experience, if it's not a time travel, then it must be a rebirth story?

"What? I don't understand what you're saying, Hitoshi." Itachi's black eyes were filled with confusion. What was she talking about? Wasn't she Namikaze Hitoshi?

The corners of Fei Tao's mouth twitched. It turned out that she was overthinking. Where did so many time travelers come from? It wasn't a time-space disorder. She looked up at the cherry blossoms in the sky. She always wanted to travel to anime to see such a cherry blossom rain, but when she saw it, she would think it would be better not to come. Her focus was always very strange, for example, how the cleaning ladies and uncles would deal with these fallen flowers.

"The cherry blossoms bloom for seven days." Itachi stopped and reached out to catch a fallen cherry blossom, frowning slightly. What is life? Life is so short. A lifetime is nothing but a short bloom of cherry blossoms.

Fei Tao came back to her senses and looked at the boy looking at the fallen cherry blossom in his hand. Will the cherry blossom bloom for seven days? She didn't know why she always felt that the boy was surrounded by a kind of sadness that no one could understand.

She sighed and took his hand, and the cherry blossoms fell to the ground. "That's why we need to cherish it. Why think so much? Only by focusing on the present can we look forward to the future. KAMISAMA, let's think about these things later. I'll take you to eat ramen. My mother and I both like ramen very much."

Before Itachi could react, Feitao pulled him hard and started running. He was distracted and the deep red peach blossom fell to the ground.

Feitao's hands were very warm, even a little hot, but Itachi felt that there was no other person's hands that could compare to them. They were different from his father's and mother's hands, small, chubby, soft and hot. Just keep holding me and running like this.

Namikaze Hito? I seem to like this season.