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

"Hey...Obito."

This is Kakashi standing there in a daze.

"Huh? What for?"

This is Obito racking his brains to think about something.

They returned to the starting point for the second leg of the journey.

Hatake House.

It’s just that Obito’s eyesight doesn’t seem to be very good right now—his vision is all focused on the surroundings.

It was as if wild plants would suddenly grow among the flowers, plants and trees.

It's obvious that this is impossible just by thinking about it.

But Obito still looked on firmly.

"My dad... seems to be back..."

"what?"

Obito has been timid since he was young.

Moreover, this kind of cowardice is especially effective against demons and monsters.

"Kakashi, this joke is... not funny..."

Obito seemed to have a computer stuck and slowly turned towards Kakashi's house, but in the process, he was pulled over by Kakashi.

“It’s not a ghost!”

Having too much imagination can sometimes be a mistake.

But even someone with an extremely rich imagination like Obito, at this point, could only say that he lacked imagination.

The door was still closed when I left just now.

Now, the door is still closed...

But the rusty hinges have been replaced with new ones.

The potted plants next to the carpet were also moved.

"My dad always leaves the house key under the potted plant next to the carpet."

"But he never remembered where the potted plant was originally placed."

The location is different each time, so dust doesn't accumulate under the potted plant.

The next time, I still didn’t know where to put the potted plants.

But Kakashi remembered.

He remembered that his father had almost no habits when he was alive - although this man was a shrewd and capable ninja outside, he would completely relax at home.

Sometimes, ninjas would behave in a way that they shouldn't.

But Kakashi felt good about having such a father.

It has the flavor of a human being, and also the flavor of an idol.

The wooden door opened, and this time there was no rusty creaking sound.

A rich aroma of rice wafted out from the house, and a middle-aged man with white hair appeared next.

It was Hatake Sakumo who committed suicide five years ago.

Konoha White Fang.

A genius ninja who once lived in legend.

However, he was labeled a disqualified ninja because he chose his companions over missions.

Such a glorious life had to end with suicide.

"Hey! Kakashi, where have you been? Why did you come back just now?"

"It takes a lot of effort to find hinges for this old-fashioned wooden door. Fortunately, the master at Tanaka Blacksmith Shop is willing to make one for us..."

The middle-aged man has a smile on his face, like the spring sun, warm and full of vitality.

“It’s really rare for someone to bring friends back!”

His smile widened - it seemed that Kakashi really rarely brought friends home.

Obito stood outside in a daze, somewhat at a loss as to what to do.

Kakashi was also at a loss.

Unlike Obito's most primitive fear of monsters and demons, he seemed a little embarrassed.

Including this year, I haven't spoken to my father for five years.

If Kakashi guessed correctly, the appearance of his father and the disappearance of Nora should have the same effect.

It was as if they suddenly traveled from the previous world to this parallel world with their memories.

A world where my father is still alive.

This is something Kakashi doesn't even dare to dream about...

A dream far beyond reality.

But now, all this is happening right before my eyes so realistically.

Father's warm breath, wrinkles brought by time...

An apron that is familiar yet not completely familiar, and dishes that my father has never made in my memory but that certainly seem like something he would cook.

This is reality, not a dream.

At least at this moment, Kakashi could understand it clearly.

But Obito is different.

Even after being pulled into the house by Hatake Sakumo, he still remained frozen.

Is it a ghost?

Not a ghost?

Is it a ghost?

Is it really not a ghost?

Obito is now briefly facing the crisis of his brain exploding.

Love, Crash, and Obito.

Oh, something seems wrong.

"Kakashi..."

The boy lowered his voice and tugged at Kakashi's sleeve.

Before I could say anything, a portion of fragrant rice was stuffed into my mouth.

Mmm, it smells so good.

"Uncle's cooking skills are really superb."

After hearing this, Hatake Sakumo scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Mother Kakashi passed away early, and I was busy with work in the past few years..."

"It was only in these years that I understood the relationship between work and family, and slowly learned to cook, hahahaha."

"Kakashi, if you have friends coming to visit us later, just let us know in advance."

Hatake Sakumo's large hand gently stroked the top of his son's head.

"I'm sorry, these are the only simple meals."

Obito stared at the four dishes and one soup on the table - three meat dishes and one vegetable dish, a set of three dishes from land, sea and air.

If this is considered simple food, what does he usually eat?

"He and I are not..."

Kakashi swallowed the word "friend" and the boy turned his head away awkwardly with an unknown blush on his face.

This is a conversation that is five years late.

A scene that you could never imagine.

Although Kakashi is not a man with a vivid imagination.

But his life more than made up for it.

No matter what kind of pain there was before and after, the happiness at this moment would make Kakashi feel that life was worth it.

Obito stood by, holding the food given by Kakashi.

In Obito's memory, Kakashi has changed a lot since his father's death.

Although Obito knew Kakashi from the very beginning...

He is harsh in his words.

But once Hatake Sakumo died, his harsh words turned from a personality trait into a weapon.

Kakashi seemed to have grown up overnight.

From a nine-year-old kid, he grew into an outstanding adult who has no problem living alone.

Even if you use your toes to think about it, you will know that it is impossible.

All the strength is just a disguise Kakashi uses to protect himself - it seems that only in this way can he survive.

Including the statement regarding Hatake Sakumo being a disqualified ninja.

It's all fake, all of it.

Obito couldn't help but smile - he already knew it was fake.

Even if no one pulled Kakashi to realize his own thoughts, it wouldn't matter if he admitted Hatake Sakumo.

Now, he no longer has to suffer the pain of separation and gap - let him let go of the pain of the past.

It was great, Kakashi could be twelve-year-old Kakashi again.

Just smile, and the shadow of that person will appear in your eyes.

Nora.

All these beautiful things are most likely related to Nora - but yesterday, when Nora carried Lin on his back, it was destined that things would not be that simple.

Minato-sensei doesn't remember - and even if he does, he probably wouldn't care.

Minato's attitude that day was different from the first impression he gave Obito. It was a kind of benign disregard.

Pretending not to see it is the best help.

The turning point of the matter was indeed unexpected.

Why would Uchiha Itachi, the genius son of Patriarch Fugaku, appear in that place?

Obito doesn't know.

But Itachi did provide important clues.

It seemed like he had been waiting for this day, the day when someone would come looking for Nora.

Obito always thought that he was the first one to know Nora.

At this moment, this idea was overturned - even though in fact, he might indeed be the first one to know Nora during this mission.

But at least now, Obito was briefly shocked.

Nora first appeared when Itachi was one year old.

Why do some people remember people they saw when they were one year old?

Obito probably didn't know - if Kakashi beside him hadn't smacked his lips and hummed: "Hyperthymesia."

I'm afraid Obito will never know.

A disease with a lower probability than panning for gold on the beach, although it is not considered a disease nowadays.

Uchiha Fugaku simply thought that his child had a photographic memory.

Obviously, Uchiha Itachi is far superior to his father in terms of intelligence.

Not only did he recognize his own uniqueness early on, but he was also able to make correct judgments about how things would develop.

At the age of one, he saw those pure white eyes.

Different from the eyes of the Uchiha clan members we usually see.

At that time, Itachi didn't have enough adjectives to describe it, so he could only keep it firmly in his mind.

Even without trying, you will be remembered.

But Itachi still tried his best to see and remember.

At dusk, the sun gradually sets, and the afterglow shines through the dense leaves, sprinkling on the tree trunks, forming mottled shadows.

The trunk is thick and solid, with traces of time visible on its surface, looking ancient and solemn.

The person hiding among the leaves is indeed special.

Long black hair and pure white eyes.

A gesture to silence, a "Shh."

And an ambiguous smile.

He was like the branding iron his father used to torture prisoners.

It flashes a dazzling light, yet gives people an unspeakable sense of danger.

And he, Uchiha Itachi.

It was the prisoners who were willing to be burned by the branding iron and leave marks.

"That day, he appeared among the trees next to the Hokage's office building."

"He sat on a tree, but before he could be spotted by the Anbu, he disappeared in an instant."

"After that, it was as if this person had never existed in this world."

"Shisui-nii and I are the only ones who have seen him."

Itachi Uchiha waited and searched for the mysterious Hyuga clan member for five years.