Naruto: The hardworking model who realizes his dream is actually the white moonlight of the ninja wo

Chapter 102 Fish and Bear’s Paw

“No one remembers him anymore.”

"No one remembers that there is a person named Nora in this world anymore."

Obito faced Kakashi, not knowing how to express himself.

That was the truth. Now, perhaps only Kakashi and I still remembered Nora.

A boy with long black hair and white eyes.

It was as if he had never been to this world, leaving no trace at all.

"We must find him." Kakashi looked at Obito firmly, "This matter is not that simple."

Whether it was the mystery of our first encounter, or what I saw today with Minato-sensei.

This was not something they could touch, so everyone chose to remain silent at the first moment.

But now that Nora had disappeared, there was no room for silence.

After a moment of silence, Obito nodded slowly and said, "Okay, but how do we find him? We don't even have a name. We only know that he has long black hair and white eyes..."

"I have searched all of Konoha now, and no one I have come into contact with remembers him."

Perhaps because he had been searching for a long time, Obito was now exhausted.

Where can I find it? Or rather, where can I find it?

Everything is shrouded in fog and everything is unknown.

I can’t find it. I can never find it again.

Kakashi still remembers Nora, which can undoubtedly give Obito confidence.

But that confidence was only a momentary thing - no, the confidence may not have disappeared.

It’s just that there are people who are more determined than oneself, and one’s tired heart seems to be able to relax a little.

Kakashi is a very powerful person, so he is very reliable.

With Kakashi here, even if I slack off a little now, I think it can be forgiven...

Perhaps with this slightly lucky mentality, Obito looked at Kakashi with a completely different look from usual.

If it's Kakashi...definitely.

This is something Obito never said to Kakashi.

"Maybe we can start with his abilities." Kakashi said thoughtfully, "Maybe Minato-sensei will know something."

As the sun sets, the afterglow shines on the earth. The land is dyed golden, which complements the light of the setting sun. On this vast land, there stands a big tree, and its shadow extends on the ground, like a natural painting.

The shadows of the trees swayed and moved with the wind, as if they were dancing a graceful dance.

It is full of hope and welcomes the rising sun.

Its branches appear particularly clear in the afterglow, as if countless arms are dancing, welcoming the arrival of the night.

The warm tones of the sunset make the whole scene full of tranquility and serenity. The texture of the land and the changes in the shadows of the trees make people feel the charm and power of nature. At this moment, time seems to have frozen, and only the sunset, the land and the shadows of the trees together form a beautiful and peaceful picture.

The beautiful scenery is always here, but it's a pity that some people can't appreciate it.

After all, stopping is a very difficult thing to accomplish.

The young ninja had just returned home - besides work, there were still many things for him to do.

For example, buy good food and cook a hearty dinner.

For example, buying a bouquet of flowers for your loved one on a day that doesn’t have any special meaning.

The blond young man stood at the door of his house, holding a bunch of bright roses tightly in his arms. His blond hair shone with golden light under the sunlight, complementing the roses. The young man had a handsome face, and his eyes revealed a hint of expectation and nervousness. He was wearing a neat shirt and pants, and looked particularly energetic.

He was breathing lightly, as if he had just experienced a long journey. The rose in his hand was fragrant, and the petals were still stained with crystal dew, as if telling his feelings. His fingers gently stroked the rose petals, as if feeling their softness and delicateness.

The young man kept looking towards the door of his home, as if he was waiting for something. His heartbeat quickened, as if he could hear the voice of his heart. Every second of waiting made him feel anxious and expectant. He hoped that his feelings could be conveyed, and that this bouquet of roses could open the door to happiness for him.

In fact, strictly speaking, this door to happiness has been opened many times.

"Cough cough..."

Before Minato knocked on his own door, he was knocked on by a student first.

Even at Minato's age, he would still be shy when necessary.

It's better to say that it's at Minato's age that one should be shy.

"Kakashi...Obito?"

"What's the matter with you guys? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Minato carefully hid the bunch of roses behind his back - if the students saw it...

Will it be considered a bad influence?

After all, the new supervisor seems a bit rigid.

He is quite strict. It is said that he used to work under Danzo-sama, and would only supervise the Genin if they made mistakes.

Just don't get discovered...

Apparently, Minato's two students had no interest in supervision or roses or anything else.

"Minato-sensei!"

"Do you remember the man who showed up this morning?"

Obito was always straightforward, and he asked before Kakashi could stop him.

"Uh-huh..."

Kakashi raised his forehead helplessly.

So the tail end of the car is the tail end of the car.

Can't even ask questions.

The afterglow shines on the tree in front of the door, and the shadows of the tree sway as if dancing a sad dance.

With despair, with fear, with...

With everything, everything is full of ominous meaning.

It's so breathtaking.

The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the sound of the leaves rustled, interweaving with the shadows of the trees, forming a blurry picture.

The light of the setting sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadow. The atmosphere under the tree is extremely tense, as if time has frozen. Kakashi and Obito's mood also becomes heavy as the sun gradually sinks to the west, as if they are shrouded by an invisible pressure.

"Minato-sensei?"

Kakashi whispered.

Just looking at Minato's expression, it was clear.

I'm not pretending not to know, I really don't know.

Why do only the two of them know?

Even Minato-sensei didn't retain his memory.

He is obviously the user of Flying Thunder God.

He is obviously the one among them who should keep the memory the most.

why?

Why did it have to be me and Obito?

Kakashi couldn't figure it out.

He and Obito walked side by side on the way back.

"Should we go ask Lin?"

Seeing Kakashi crestfallen, Obito had to once again keep his spirits up.

As long as there is one person, at least one person.

They can still move forward.

"Maybe Lin has retained her memories just like us."

"after all..."

Although Obito didn't want to admit it, Rin was most likely the girl who was forcibly transformed into a tailed beast.

Since it is related to Lin, it is normal for Lin to keep the memory, right?

Obito stared at Kakashi, trying everything he could to convince himself.

It’s okay, both Lin and Nora will be fine.

The moon slowly climbed up the sky, casting a cool light. The shadows of the trees swayed in the moonlight, as if a group of ghosts were dancing, revealing a strange atmosphere. A breeze blew, and the shadows of the trees rustled, as if whispering some secrets.

In this quiet night, disappointment surged into his heart like a tide. Everything under the moonlight seemed so pale and powerless, as if it was also mocking Obito's incompetence. He stood there quietly, staring at the moon, his heart filled with endless melancholy.

The swaying of the tree shadows seemed to tell him that even the most determined things would be shaken by the manipulation of fate. The atmosphere of disappointment enveloped me, making Obito feel extremely heavy and depressed.

He didn't go to see Kakashi this time.

But Kakashi probably had the same idea as him.

Lin is still here.

She is still alive.

But the memory of Nora, like everyone else's, disappeared without a trace.

It was as if they were placed in a fish tank.

Can't jump out, can't run away.

They can only look at each other - everything else is outside the fish tank.

"Why us?"

"Why, you and me?"

But when the boy was asking and answering his own questions, a young voice interrupted.

"If you're looking for someone with long hair and white eyes..."