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

Kakashi's father is back.

After eating and drinking, Obito had strange things growing in his brain.

Kakashi’s father is back, what about his...?

No, no, no, it’s better for that damn dad not to come back.

It's not that Obito didn't miss his father, nor that the relationship wasn't as harmonious as Kakashi's family.

But, since a person is already dead, he shouldn’t live anymore.

His father and mother chose death of their own will when the war came.

They have made a choice and used their death to protect important people.

That's enough, isn't it?

And the food Kakashi’s father cooks is really delicious.

Obito stood in front of his house, looking at the small red door.

If we just pull it open, can we see Nora?

No, it's gone.

But today wasn’t a wasted day, was it?

Obito thought so and opened the door.

Just like when I left the house just now, nothing has changed.

Grandma had already picked up the scattered tomatoes and onions and turned them into delicious dishes.

As soon as the dishes were served, the aroma filled the air. The colorful vegetables and tender and juicy meat pieces were cleverly matched together, like a beautiful painting. Each dish exuded a unique charm, tempting people's taste buds.

The braised pork was bright red, with fat and lean parts, and the meat was tender. The stir-fried seasonal vegetables were bright in color, giving people a fresh and natural feeling. And the steamed fish, the fish skin was shining silver, the fish meat was tender and delicate, paired with delicious steamed fish soy sauce, and topped with onions and tomatoes.

Some of them are inexplicably out of place.

Even so, every dish here makes people feel the taste of happiness just by looking at it.

The bright incandescent light softly fell on the slightly hunched body of the grandmother, as if she was covered with a layer of holy light. The grandmother slowly turned her head and looked at Obito, with a kind and warm smile on her face.

The years have carved deep and shallow wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, but this does not affect the endless love and care for her grandson in her eyes. At this moment, time seems to have frozen, and the whole world is left with only the deep affection between the two of them.

"I'm back." Obito shouted.

His voice became clogged up without him noticing.

There is no Nora here.

There are no parents either.

But grandma is here.

There are some words and thoughts that I cannot tell grandma.

But isn’t it already precious that we can just see grandma?

"Welcome home, wash your hands and have an meal." Grandma greeted with a smile.

Following his grandmother's call, the boy walked towards the kitchen sink. He smelled the aroma of food but could not tell that he had already eaten at his friend's house.

Eating it again is just a piece of cake!

It's not like I didn't save room for dinner - and Kakashi's father told me to be polite, which was really polite.

It's just that Nora disappeared, and Kakashi's father appeared out of nowhere - and he can even cook. It's really unfair that these "trivial" things disrupted the rhythm.

Obito gently shook his head, as if to shake out all those chaotic thoughts. He stood there quietly, feeling the clear water flowing slowly through his fingertips. The cool and gentle touch gradually calmed his mind.

He lowered his head slightly, staring at his blurred reflection in the water, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. In just one short day, he had experienced too many things, and his heart was already exhausted - even running was a spent force. At this moment, the quiet flowing water seemed to give him a little comfort, allowing him to temporarily forget all his worries and pains.

It was only a brief moment of forgetfulness, and it was like separating the body and the spirit, bringing them to an unrealistic balance point.

The flow of time slowed down, and Obito slowly closed his eyes, completely immersed in the water. He listened to the sound of the flowing water, felt the breath of nature, and seemed to be integrated with the whole world.

There was a burning sensation around my eyes, but it quickly dissipated.

I should, at least, tell grandma in advance.

Grandma must have been worried when she was waiting at home alone.

Just seeing Kakashi's father makes me lose my composure and disrupt my rhythm...

This is not the attitude that a future Hokage will adopt when dealing with difficulties.

The cold water poured on Obito's face helped him to rally himself.

"No matter what... keeping your own pace is the most important thing, right...?"

It seems that there is more than just tap water on the face.

There was also something warm and salty, probably liquid like tears.

He was a little confused.

Obito walked to the table and sat down, looking at the dishes on the table, all of which were his favorites.

"What's wrong, Obito? Why are you in a daze?" asked grandma.

"Nothing." Obito shook his head, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, "It's just that something happened today that reminded me of my parents."

The rich aroma of the braised pork danced, jumped and spun in the boy's mouth as he chewed slowly, and then spread out like fireworks; every taste bud was conquered by this wonderful taste and was intoxicated by it.

But the owner of the tongue was blocked by the blockage in his heart. No matter how delicious the food was, it could only stay in his mouth and could not be swallowed.

"Your parents will definitely be proud of you." Grandma touched Obito's head and said, "Although they are gone, they have always been protecting you. Just like your name, they hope that you will become an upright and kind person."

"Be a happy person, Obito."

“Go do what you want to do.”

The old man didn't know what happened, he only knew that his grandson ran out in a hurry and came back dejectedly, he must have been exhausted outside.

Obito nodded, "I know, grandma. I will try my best, not only for mom and dad, but also for myself."

Although these were words to coax himself, they made the food in his mouth slide out smoothly.

Dinner time passed quickly, and the initial sorrow disappeared along with the food.

After dinner, Obito helped his grandmother wash the dishes, but his initial worry was gone. His fingers quickly swiped through the water and cleaned the dishes.

It’s not a particularly pretty bowl.

But it is one of my grandmother's favorite treasures.

It is printed with the Uchiha clan's emblem. Although it has gone through the vicissitudes of time and is a little worn, it still makes people feel its former glory and honor.

This is my grandmother's story.

And then...

Obito's hand reached for his goggles.

He will have his own story.

There is no way to move forward if you keep dwelling on the past. After all, he still has his grandmother now!

It's just that this idea doesn't go with the word eternity. If Obito can keep this idea, it might not be a bad thing.

But if that happened, he would no longer have anything to do with the word "mission target".

The dishes were washed and hung on the dish rack, and grandma was the only one left in the living room, drinking tea leisurely.

"Oh, this is really good tea."

She was happy and at ease.

She watched her grandson return to his room, and her worries faded away.

Giving children time to calm down and think on their own is what guardians should do most.

"The Japanese confectionery Fugaku gave me is a little too sweet."

"It goes perfectly with this slightly bitter tea."

In Obito's room.

The black-haired boy did not turn on the light, but silently fumbled for a photo from the bedside cabinet. With the weak moonlight outside the window, he could see that it was an old photo - it was imprinted with the happy figures of him, his parents and himself.

Their smiles in the photo were bright and warm, like the warmest sunshine in spring; especially the grandmother standing next to her parents, her face was filled with a kind and doting smile. However, at this moment, when Obito stared at the photo again, his eyes gradually became moist, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.

In the dim room, nothing could be seen clearly, but the faces of the four people had already grown into Obito's memory.

His brain sees for his eyes.

These tears are neither regret nor nostalgia.

"Don't worry, mom and dad, grandma and I are doing well."

"I am different from stupid Kakashi..."

"I am such a well-behaved and sensible child that I don't need you to come and see me..."

"Just wait for me to come and see you later!"

"At that time, you will definitely be proud of me!"

"Because I have always been the son you are proud of."

The boy didn't turn on the light. He stood alone by the bed and just stared at the photo.