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

001 found this world incredible. His host lived under someone else's roof, without any connections or other technological means. Yet, during the Uchiha clan meeting, he touched the grave of the former clan leader, whose body was still not cold.

If he remembered correctly, the host was probably the young master of a wealthy family... Even if the family was divided, the fact that he was the eldest son was still a foregone conclusion - at least the education he received was that of a young master.

What kind of young master would touch someone's grave in the middle of the night? And even plan to dig out their eyes?!

"Host..." 001 hesitated, "Why don't we just stop..."

As soon as Neji reached the funeral reception area, the system began to back off: "Even if it can be found successfully... the Sharingan will still rot in the hands of the host..."

It is still unknown whether Izuna will choose to change her eyes or the limit time of the Sharingan, but Neji knows that the fresh corpse of the Mangekyō Sharingan only has this sentence in front of him.

When the clan meeting began, the only guards were the Uchiha outer clan members.

Just when he was in the room, his Byakugan could spy on the entire Uchiha cemetery.

There was no extra person following Neji, like in the Senju, but this time he was a ghost with a slight presence. He could wander around and find a comfortable place to rest. At least here, he wouldn't be kicked out.

Of course, this is not because Madara is so confident in Neji, but he is absolutely sure that he can't cause any trouble. No matter how powerful the Byakugan is, as long as the person is still in the clan, he can't convey information.

According to Fukan's attitude, even if Neji is a spy, he will be Hagoromo's spy.

"There are only two guards..."

The Byakugan could easily find the blind spots of the two. Neji hid behind a huge rock, and the young man's thin body had a unique advantage in this world.

Chakra gathered in the soles of the shoes, and the sound of the sandals hitting the ground was almost negligible. The guards seemed to be talking about something:

"It's only been a day, and Mr. Tajima has received such bad news..."

"There is only one more person in this cemetery, which should be considered a good thing..."

In Neji's time, it would be unthinkable to have only two people guarding a fresh corpse. But in this era, there is no way to preserve fresh organs, and only the Hyuga clan has provided a way to resist the theft of bloodline boundaries.

The caged bird that scares everyone.

Ningci bent down and ran in from the side. He was not very fast and could barely move a single inch of air. His footsteps were light and it was obvious that he was a repeat offender.

For a ninja, lurking is their basic skill.

The two guards seemed to be used to a leisurely life, but in this era, digging up someone's ancestral grave would bring retribution.

Apparently 001 had the same idea: "Host, isn't it a bad idea for us to do this? Even if we don't take away Tajima's eyes, it would be fine to let the two brothers exchange them!"

When the system finished speaking, Neji was already standing right behind the tomb, facing two guards in front of him.

"The Sharingan has too many secrets. If possible, Uchiha Itachi would not have put himself at risk. Izuna only has one life, so there is no need to use the experience he has already gained to make mistakes."

Neji opened his eyes and looked at the body in the coffin. The scent of nanmu penetrated into his nose, and Neji felt a chill on his back for no reason.

Even if he doesn't believe in ghosts, he is still afraid of them.

After all, he had seen his father's spirit before.

"Host...you won't be punished, right?"

"Shut up."

001 shut his mouth in gloating, and it was still very pleasing to see the host suffer a loss.

The nanmu coffin is heavy, and if it is opened directly, it will definitely attract the attention of the guards.

Ningji's palm moved around the coffin, and the chakra attached to his palm accurately detected the loopholes in the coffin.

The coffin was well made. According to Uchiha Madara, his father had been planning to make a coffin for him when he was in his early twenties. At that time, Uchiha Madara was less than two years old.

The coffin that took twenty years to polish was indeed of some use. At least it protected against Neji, a sneaky guy who was trying to tamper with someone's eyes.

Time passed by minute by minute. The clan meeting time was limited. Once the Uchiha members came out of the ancestral hall, he would have to go back to the room.

Everything that is created will always have loopholes.

"Ha..." The guard yawned, "How boring."

The other guard also cooperated. He looked at the sky and calculated the time: "In another half an hour, the clan meeting will be over."

"So what if it's over? We still have to stay here, right?"

......

There was the sound of birds singing in the forest, and such a subtle sound also touched the boy's heart.

"Stay calm," he told himself. "You are the only one you can rely on now."

"Hey, hey! Host, what do you mean by that?! Are you looking down on 001?!"

Yes, I am looking down on you. Do you have any questions?

"found it..."

Fortunately, the rip was in a very good location, right at the back of Tajima's head.

All you need to do is peel open the surrounding coffins to take out the sealed eyeball - this level of sealing is already essential knowledge for future Chunins.

Not only could Ningji unlock it effortlessly, he could even seal it back intact.

The same is true of the caged birds of this era.

The newly formed sealing technique system, apart from the masters of the Uzumaki clan, would only be at the level of a Chunin in the future. This was really ironic.

"Did you hear anything?"

The sleepy guard suddenly perked up: "A rattling sound. It seems to be coming from behind Master Tajima's coffin."

The other guard was startled by his partner and shuddered. "What are you talking about? What could be behind Master Tajima's coffin?"

If there is anything, it must be "that"!

"It is said that Lord Tajima ate expired sakura cakes before he died, and he might be feeling unhappy..."

He even scared himself by what he said, and the two of them, one in front and one behind, went around to the back of the coffin.

"Jiji."

"Jiji."

Behind the coffin was a pitch-black crow, pecking at the edge of the coffin with its beak, making a "click-click" sound.

Seeing people coming, the crow cried twice in fear, then flapped its wings and blended into the night.

"What? It's a bird."

At this moment, the man in the coffin no longer had the organs to see the world.

Green chakra wrapped around a pair of eyeballs, and the boy tore off the bandage and was writing something on it with blood.

There are less than three minutes left until the Uchiha clan meeting ends.

The tribesmen in the backyard were already preparing to ring the bell. Bai Yan could clearly see that he put his crossed legs down, with his toes tapping the ground from time to time, ready to stand up at any time.

This sealing technique is not simple, but it is concise, unlike other formation techniques that are long and elaborate. At this time, time is tight, so it is even better.

There are some differences between scrolls and bandages, and it takes a lot of time to adjust the details.

There is still one minute left until the Uchiha Clan Meeting ends.

Red liquid was neatly written on the bandage, and the black eyeball wrapped in light green chakra also completely turned into the appearance of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

The eyeball seemed to have regained its vitality, sometimes contracting and sometimes expanding, but it was a pity that the blood vessels on the sclera could not beat again - Neji just wanted to use medical ninjutsu for emergency treatment, but he didn't expect it to be so successful.

The bells rang, and everything fell silent. Birds and animals uttered their final calls before disappearing into the night. The sound of footsteps was sometimes frequent, sometimes sparse.

Finally, the door of the boy's room was opened by a pair of hands.

Izuna sat in the ancestral hall for such a long time that not only did the wounds on his body hurt slightly, but his mood also became depressed.

Why not go and see what the kids are doing.

Izuna was familiar with the smell of the medicine powder - it was not exactly the same as the one on her own body, it was not pungent, but it was not pleasant either.

It’s just the smell of medicine powder. Most people won’t like this smell - who wants themselves or someone around them to get hurt?

Even if it's just my brother's spoils.

Now it seems like he is still the benefactor who saved my life.

He saw the boy lying at the door, with bandages and powder neatly placed beside him - he must have changed his bandages. He was nodding his head, holding the introductory ninjutsu book he had given him.

"Brother Izuna."

The child called out the name Izuna requested, put down the introductory ninjutsu in his hand, and walked towards the door.

It's like nothing happened.

And the pair of Sharingans were right next to the boy's vigorously beating heart, quietly lying within the seal on the bandage.