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

No one dislikes their own children.

It's the hormones.

It is also the law of nature for reproduction.

However, it seems a little difficult to feel "love" for my twin brother's child.

But Hyuga Hiashi did it.

He held the boy in his arms. He was a premature baby and looked abnormal from the moment he was born.

The child's eyes are white.

Just one look at the child and my sister-in-law acted like she was going crazy.

She seemed to be completely unaware of the abnormality of her child, and her whole body exuded "love" that far exceeded that of an ordinary mother.

"That's a monster!"

"The child of a mad woman is a monster. It's really fate."

There was someone gossiping behind Rizu.

"Shut up now!"

"Do you have the right to interfere with my brother's child?"

Although he said words to stop him, Rizu was in an extremely happy mood.

So, they are the poultry.

Poultry remain poultry all their lives, even if they have the face of their owner.

He just looks like a human, and now he really thinks of himself as a human.

It's better to be weird.

It's better to be weird.

To be honest, this child was born at a very bad time.

If it was a normal and healthy boy, maybe it would be my own child tomorrow.

Sadly, it's trash.

Those pure white eyes, it’s hard to tell whether they can see anything or not.

Premature babies may have any kind of problems.

"What a good kid."

"Neji..."

"If you are obedient and sensible, you won't struggle."

"I hope my father will like you too."

Hiashi has short black hair - exactly like his father Hiashi.

There is just one slight difference. Even with the same hairstyle, the feeling it gives people will be completely different.

Rizu's hair was carefully groomed.

In comparison, Hizashi's hair looks like a crude imitation of his brother's.

It's a cheap pirated product.

The black eyeballs are neatly placed in their eye sockets.

He's obviously a member of the Hyuga clan, but he doesn't have a Byakugan look?

The one who feels strange should be Neji himself!

Being called a monster... just because of the bloodline of my family?

Here, the rules seem to be completely different from the background in which I live.

"Rizu..."

Hizashi, who was holding Neji, adjusted his direction and turned towards the door, while the child could only look at the curtains and reflect on his mistakes.

The clogs tapped on the tile floor, the sponge-rubber soles making a sound that Neji rarely heard.

The pace was so slow that even the movement of the hem of his clothes was a little delayed.

He should be the elder of the clan whom Hiashi called "Father".

"Hiashi's first child."

"what a pity."

Neji felt himself being moved.

Hiashi wanted to hand himself to the old man.

But halfway through the movement, it stopped.

It seems that the old man rejected him.

"People down there, keep your mouths shut."

"If you have any, just talk about it at home."

"Don't let outsiders laugh at you."

The old man had a walking stick with him, but it finally fell to the ground at this moment.

Is there really any meaning in distributing crutches just for the purpose of demonstration?

The answer is yes.

It is a unique knocking sound of metal.

It sounded crisp but also had a heaviness to it.

There is no doubt that the part of the cane that is connected to the ground is absolutely pure gold.

Even if he couldn't see it, Neji could hear it.

and many more?

Even if you can't see?

The boy blinked as Hiashi held him in his arms.

What I have been deliberately ignoring is...

He seemed to be able to actually see it.

The perspective of the white eyes, a clearer vision than the white eyes...

Even the old man has a few wrinkles on his face. The mother in room 405 is hugging the father...

Even the mice running on the ceiling and the water drops dripping from the faucet in the private bathroom...

All are caught in the field of vision.

Obviously, he couldn't feel the existence of chakra in his body.

I also can't feel the opening of the Byakugan - besides, in the world of Byakugan, everything is colorless.

Where is it so colorful now?

He was released.

It was put back into a rectangular fish tank called an incubator.

These people always have things they care about more than the new life that has just been born.

"Hiashi's firstborn son has been born."

"You should move faster, Hiashi."

"You know what you should do."

"Yes...Father..."

...

If it's a dream, you can do whatever you want!

Why is it called a dream?

Neji himself couldn't explain it.

Not reality, not fantasy...

Then isn’t there only a “dream” left?

Moreover, his body was still on the verge of death in Madara's cellar.

Isn't it normal for an unconscious person to have a dream?

Isn't it reasonable that the white eyes have become what they are now?

That’s what I mean.

Perhaps it was a dream, the passage of time was slightly different from what Neji remembered.

In the blink of an eye, it was already my fourth birthday.

Father and mother were dressed in formal attire - black kimonos and white pompadours.

This is consistent with what Neji remembered.

The room was dark and no lights were on.

Father and mother didn't look very happy either.

They just sat in front of Neji and remained silent.

What happened in four years?

Memories flooded into Neji's mind like a tide.

Unlike the time in 000, all of this seemed like something I had experienced myself, not just some imaginary dream.

"Father? Mother?"

The woman's face seemed to be shrouded in black mist, making it difficult for Neji to see clearly.

Even the girl in my memory has turned into a blur. I can't remember what she looked like anymore.

Was it like this the last time, when I was a baby?

Neji's brain felt like it was being scratched by a huge hand.

I can't remember the things I want to recall.

This is a dream.

So anything is possible!

There is another saying.

Everything in a dream is the choice of the dream owner.

The neck seems to be a little hot.

It looks like something is about to grow there.

The boy didn't care, and his attention returned to his parents.

But he just blinked.

I appeared in another place.

Petite cute girl with black hair and dark eyes.

She was so shy that she held on to Rizu's sleeve tightly and refused to let go.

And his back was being pushed forward by his father's hand.

"Look, this is Miss Hinata."

"You must protect her, Neji."

Not a relative, not a cousin, just pure and simple.

Missy.

Rizu smiled happily.

He forcibly pulled his daughter out - although she was called a daughter, one could only see that Rizu was dissatisfied with his own child.

"This is your uncle Hizashi's child."

"Your cousin, Neji."

"What are you shy about? Come on, come out!"

Rather than introducing himself, Hiashi seemed to just feel that Hinata had lost face for him.

The daughter of the new clan leader is actually this kind of child!

It's really a joke!

What happened on your fourth birthday?

"Neji..."

It was the father's guilty voice.

"The patriarch's daughter's birthday is coming up in a few days."

"..."

The sound that followed was like a torn tape, and nothing could be heard clearly.

It seems to be his experience.

But it doesn't seem to be Hyuga Neji's experience.

Say why?

Neji looked at the little girl in front of him with tears in his eyes.

The dark eyeballs moved slowly.

"Ah ah ah there's a ghost!"

She started to cry.

I cried until I was hoarse and in agony.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not his blood cousin.

But it's a wandering ghost that came out from nowhere - if you say hi, wandering ghost, it seems to be true.

Today is Miss Hinata's birthday party.

The Hyuga Group, a well-known local underworld organization, gathered their friends around to celebrate together.

Even the Uchiha clan had to do the honor of sending the eldest lady a birthday present.

The president of the Konoha Federation, Sarutobi Hiruzen, arrived in person to send birthday wishes to the eldest lady.

This is not some kind of underworld.

Where are the thugs?

It's obvious that the dog wants to take over and become the master.

But the family dog ​​is still leisurely savoring the taste of power amidst laughter and joy.

"Thank you all for joining us in celebrating my daughter's third birthday today."

The trusted patriarch supported the old man and stood on a high place, while the protagonist of the banquet, the patriarch's daughter, was standing in a daze in the corner of the banquet table, holding a piece of deformed cream cake.

Neji stood in the distance.

The ones holding my hand were my father and mother.

What happened next was a regret that Neji would never forget.

The family dog ​​smiles happily.

Because it was not him who was beheaded.

But there is another dog.