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

Happiness is...

It will slip away before being caught, more cunning than a weasel, with a subtle feeling that resonates in people's hearts.

This is true for everyone.

It is called happiness because it is hard to obtain and easy to lose.

...

If we act now, all our efforts will be wasted.

No, that’s not entirely true!

After all, Obito is still alive. Even if he can't do it now, there will be opportunities in the future...

"Master Madara, if you hesitate and regret now, it's too late..."

White Zetsu Afei has been speechless.

I must have destroyed the world in my previous life, otherwise how could I be turned into White Zetsu and meet these two people?

Like a joke, unlucky.

The young man in the water mirror has returned to normal from his stupor.

No, not recovery.

Being forced to become a human being again in a short period of time.

"Lin! Nora?"

"where are you?"

The boy was helpless and didn't know what to do.

Until now, until yesterday, until Obito's death, everything seemed like a dream.

Lin and Nora were missing.

And I stayed where I was.

There were no signs of a fight in the narrow cave - I just went out fishing absent-mindedly, and there was nothing left when I came back.

Including, a small stone bowl made by yourself to collect pure water.

Like a robber, leaving nothing behind.

"If only, if only, I hadn't gone fishing..."

The little boy seldom cries, but now he could only squat there helplessly, holding his head, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Sometimes, crying is also a way to vent emotions.

Besides, Kakashi wasn't the only one crying.

"No...not like that Kakashi!"

"What an idiot...hiccup!...Ben Kaka!"

The boy and girl sat cross-legged, hugged the water mirror, and cried inconsolably.

Just like the boy in the water mirror, crying in a sloppy manner.

"Hey! Can't you two be quiet?"

The old man growled in dissatisfaction—but it couldn't really be called a growl.

It's just the shape of the mouth, the sound is almost inaudible.

The previously tattered beds in the cellar were replaced.

According to Obito's guess, it should be White Zetsu who "stole" them. After all, the consumables and medicines used to treat himself before seemed to be of unknown origin even more than those of this old man who called himself Uchiha Madara.

"But...but..."

The boy lowered his voice: "If we don't go fishing, we will all starve to death..."

He argued quietly, looking guiltily at the bed that had been modified in a somewhat exaggerated way.

A bed that has almost all the soft things in the world, and is out of place in the dark, damp and cold room.

The pure white bedding seemed to have been exposed to the sun; it swelled happily and you could almost smell the scent of the sun.

But the so-called smell of the sun is actually the smell of dead mites...

So if it’s brand new bedding, then it shouldn’t be there?

"Shut up!"

It still came from Uchiha Madara's lip shape filled with dissatisfaction and anger.

There is a person sitting in the middle of the bed.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he looked dying.

Only the faint rise and fall of his chest gave any sign that he was still in this world.

Just a few trembling of eyelashes was enough to earn Uchiha Madara's angry "Shut up."

Of course, it was not the boy himself who was silenced, but all the objects around him that could make sounds.

If you are hesitating, think about it after you have done it.

This is not the Uchiha clan's way of doing things.

But it can avoid many unnecessary regrets.

Madara carefully pulled the corner of the quilt upwards - the boy had clearly not moved it, so there was no way the thing would slide down.

Doing this kind of action would be a waste of time.

"Obito..."

By the way, he also captured the Three-Tails Jinchuriki.

For those who are seriously injured, the best method is White Zetsu and Hashirama cells.

This is what Uchiha Obito Madara did to the younger generations in his clan.

But when it came to Neji, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

To be honest, although it took many years of observing Obito to finally decide on the candidate, it seemed that the other party was just a part of the plan from the very beginning.

Madara prefers to describe all this as a clear distinction between public and private.

Obito is a male.

Then when it comes to Neji, it should be a private matter.

Is there anything wrong with treating it in a different way?

Obviously, no.

Moreover, the Three-Tails Jinchuriki is also a medical ninja. For laymen like them, the presence of a medical ninja is better than anything else.

Furthermore, if Sanwei died, it would be difficult to carry out subsequent plans.

Things were going to become troublesome, and that was something Madara didn't want to see.

"Ah! Kakashi is back..."

"Hey, grandpa, can you let us go back too? Kakashi will definitely be sad if he can't see us..."

Obito was unkempt, with black hair that looked like porcupine quills, hanging loosely behind him.

He didn't really mind Madara's double standards - after all, Madara treated him just as casually.

The living environment is random, the bed is random, even the food is so random.

"No."

Madara didn't even look at it and just denied it.

Obito and Madara spent a little more time together, and he actually had a good impression of this old grandfather who saved everyone and taught him ninjutsu to help him become stronger.

Now, with the help of the old man, Lin can stabilize Nora's situation...

Why can't you just let yourself go?!

When I first said I was going to go see Kakashi and Rin, I agreed so readily!

But you can’t.

Obito, who was entangled in Uchiha Madara's question "Why can't I do that?", had no choice but to be beaten into a pancake in the future.

"I told you to be quiet!"

If you step on the horn, it will not make any sound.

This is a very, very good approach.

Old grandfather Uchiha Madara sat quietly beside the bed. The simple stone under his butt formed a sharp contrast with the overly exaggerated bed.

With a pierced chest, there was basically no chance of survival.

Even Hashirama's granddaughter was helpless.

But Neji is alive.

He was still alive before his eyes.

In fact, the situation is getting better.

It sounded like a miracle, and something... didn't seem like it could actually happen.

Uchiha Madara thought that this was probably due to the acupressure.

Stop the bleeding for yourself and use the organs that haven't been damaged to compensate...

Even though irreversible organ damage has occurred, Neji is still alive and well.

From the very beginning, when he rescued Nohara Lin, he never thought that he would die.

He will be the one who survives.

So he survived.

The boy just lay there, looking all sparkly.

Who is Ningci?

Being treated as a trophy and coming to his side - this was just what Uchiha Madara saw.

The trophy that he had finally stuck together shook its eyelashes, and its pure white eyes suddenly met his gaze.

"spot....?"

His voice was a little hoarse, the blood in his throat had not yet been completely absorbed by his body.

"Host!!!! Wuuwuwu!!!"

002 is crying.

But Neji's consciousness has not fully recovered yet, and he is still a little down.

“So noisy…”

Like a kitten acting coquettishly, the boy, who was not yet fully awake, suddenly made such a complaint.

"Ah! It hurts! What are you doing, old man!!"

Of course, Obito was the only one who suffered.

He was stepped on hard by Uchiha Madara, whose face had "As expected" written on it.

For someone who is basically recovering, what does it matter if he gets stepped on?

Hyuga Neji is not dead.

But he will die quietly.

"Host! This is so difficult!"

It was frightened by its host.

Neji was in a near-death state for two days.

In other words, Neji died quietly, but he returned to a near-death state.

It was not until his body and Lin's treatment accidentally matched that he could move towards a future where he could survive.

The dying boy was in a daze, and he just felt that a very long time had passed. Now, he could finally open his eyes and see the world.

He suddenly laughed.

When the black eyes and the white eyes met, they suddenly laughed out loud.

Any movement that affected the wound would cause a sharp pain - in this respect, breathing was the same.

Then there is no choice or hesitation about whether to speak or not.

"spot..."

"You've changed so much..."

Neji's hands were shaking, and every movement was reluctant, but he finally arrived successfully.

His fingers playfully touched the wrinkles on the other's cheek.

"You've gotten so old..."

Madara was not angry after hearing this. He carefully held the hand that Neci extended to him, and his movements were so gentle that Obito had never seen or heard of before.

"You haven't changed much."

"There's no..."

Neji retorted with a smile.

Obviously it has changed a lot.

If it was when he first met Madara, he would never have made such a move.