I, who was determined to stay in Naruto, became the white moonlight

Although Haruko was a little confused in the morning, she stopped thinking about it after convincing herself that Naruto was just a noisy person.

She has more important things to deal with.

Sasuke.

The beginning of the matter was when Uchiha Sasuke accepted the commission from the cat lady. For some reason, he suddenly got angry.

Thinking that he might be in a bad mood, Haruko and Uzumaki Naruto planned to throw him a party in the morning and invited everyone to join in the fun to make him happy.

During the party, Uchiha Sasuke seemed to have returned to his normal self.

She had to strike while the iron was hot and go see him today.

Otherwise, with Uchiha Sasuke's twisted personality, he would probably get stuck in a rut again.

After making up her mind, Haruko Zao turned sideways, looked toward the window on the second floor, and waved.

"Bai! I'm going out!"

Bai, who had been hiding behind the wall with a broom in his hands, was startled when he heard the clear sound of Haruko stepping in through the window in the morning. He suddenly realized that his action of hiding was a bit redundant.

Thinking of this, a smile broke out on his face.

Haruko always noticed his presence in the morning, whether he was hiding in a tree or behind a wall. No matter how far away they were, she seemed to have a unique connection with him.

At a glance, you can notice his existence, acknowledge his existence, and fully accept his existence.

Bai Wei stood up, no longer leaning against the wall, and took two steps to the window.

He didn't even need to smile, after all, his happiness was not concealed from beginning to end.

"Be careful on the road, Haruko!"

After bidding farewell to Haku, Haruko made her way to the Uchiha territory.

As a prominent family, the Uchiha clan has great influence. In addition, with the cooperation with various major families in recent years, the development of the Uchiha clan is positive.

The Uchiha territory is gradually becoming lively.

Restaurants with a lot of customers, flower shops with intricate designs, markets with cheap and good products...

Many villagers and even outsiders would come to visit, and the black-haired and black-eyed Uchiha people in the territory seemed to be fewer in comparison.

Today is just an ordinary day, and there are few people walking in the Uchiha territory.

The owner of the vegetable shop stood at the door and shouted a few times, but no one came up, so he sighed in frustration.

"Why are there so few people today?"

From inside the store came his wife's reply, "What kind of person do you want on a weekday?"

Before the vegetable shop owner could continue chatting, his sight suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly squinted his eyes and looked among the passers-by.

The man with the white beard kept muttering, "This is weird, is it because my eyesight is not good or what?"

"Why are you peeking around here instead of cleaning up your stall?"

The proprietress who came out with a basket of vegetables saw that he was not doing his job and was looking around, so she gave him a cold look.

"It felt like I saw someone I knew... I can't explain it, it was a strange feeling."

"What a weird thing, I think you are..."

Suddenly, the proprietress fell silent.

A pair of eyes, marked with wrinkles from time, were now as big as garlics.

I stared at the long black hair that shuttled among the pedestrians, and the graceful figure moving in the wind became clearer and clearer in my memory.

"That's not...that's not..."

She was unable to utter the following words incoherently, and what came out uncontrollably before words were the tears that had been sealed away for so long.

The owner of the vegetable shop next door got panicked when he saw her.

"Old woman? Why are you crying?"

Tears rolled down her wrinkled face. The proprietress loosened her grip on the basket with both hands, and the green vegetables made crisp sounds and fell to the ground as the basket fell.

"Dish!"

The vegetable shop owner, with a look of distress on his face, hurriedly squatted down to pick them up.

But he was stopped by the proprietress halfway. She stretched out her hand to push her husband, and then pointed her index finger in the direction of the disappearing figure, looking anxious and hurried.

"Go! Haruko! That's Haruko!"

"Haruko?"

Scenes like this were constantly happening on the street.

Hearing the sound of something falling to the ground, Haruko Zao immediately turned her head to look, but saw a woman staring at her blankly on the street.

Out of politeness, Haruko Asama nodded and smiled at her.

There was some distance between them, and Haruko Zaoma was not sure whether the woman was crying.

Before Haruko could take a closer look in the morning, the sound of a box hitting the ground came from the other side, which attracted her attention. She met the shocked eyes of the uncle in kimono again.

Is it her imagination?

Why do I feel like they are looking at me in a weird way?

In the morning, Haruko looked at herself suspiciously, but didn't see anything strange about herself.

It's not her fault for being suspicious. After all, when she was walking on the street, people on both sides of the road would stare at her from time to time, as if they were greatly shocked and unable to speak for a while.

The people staring at her all had black hair and black eyes, and they should all be members of the Uchiha clan.

But...why were the Uchiha looking at her?

Unable to figure it out, Zao Qingzi could only quicken her pace and leave, completely ignoring the chaos that followed her departure.

……

"The Fifth Hokage has not yet secured his position, and his control over the Anbu is not complete. As long as we work together from within and without, a bloodless revolution is not a hypothesis."

"This is the hope of all the clan members. I will not allow you to betray again. Uchiha will definitely succeed this time."

"Itachi-nii! You're not that kind of person!"

The kaleidoscope rotates, and waves of different sounds come and go, sometimes far away as if from the previous life, and sometimes close as if from the previous second.

When memories that no longer existed in this world flashed through his mind again, Uchiha Itachi accepted it quickly. He lay still, allowing the countless pains and struggles to overwhelm him.

Suddenly, a familiar and gentle voice was heard, and the chaotic world became clear.

"Itachi! I'm your aunt, aunt, aunt!"

"I'll only be this nice to Itachi!"

The voice is childish and light.

"So Itachi, you must remember, don't ignore life, and don't judge life with your own stubbornness."

"When I come back, we'll play together again."

"Sorry Itachi, maybe next time."

"After Sasuke is born, I will start my journey."

The sound is deep and sad.

"I'm sorry Itachi, Auntie broke her promise..."

The voice ended up being tired and apologetic.

Since waking up in the morning, Uchiha Itachi sat alone on the edge of the corridor, quietly watching everything in front of him.

The arranged stones, the glazed blue water and the spreading moss make up their backyard, which is the favorite place for Haruko, Naruto and his younger brother.

If there were fewer scenes and the colors were faded a little, it would be the place where his aunt and he used to love to stay.

In fact, this aunt probably does not exist.

Not in my memory, not in the words of others, and not in my past growing up years.

She appeared out of nowhere and disappeared out of nowhere.

In the world reflected by the kaleidoscope, only her face was blurry. The harder she tried to recall it, the faster she forgot it.

Simply, Uchiha Itachi stopped thinking about it and waited for the memories that no longer belonged to his present to fade away bit by bit, as if this would make it fade away more slowly.

A gentle breeze brushed across Uchiha Itachi's cheek, blowing up his slightly long, soft black hair, bringing with it the coolness and sadness of early spring.

His lips moved slightly, and he uttered an inaudible "Auntie..."

I sat there for almost a whole day.

He sat there until his emotions had calmed down, until another memory had faded, leaving him with nothing.