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

"The clever little bird used its beak to open the cage and finally flew into the sky, which symbolizes freedom."

"Ningji want to be a smart bird?"

His father rarely told Neji such suggestive bedtime stories.

Strictly speaking, bedtime stories themselves are not a common activity.

As the nominal second in command of the Hyuga Group, Hizashi is very busy.

Even though he had the mark of shame on his body, he had to help his master brother with things.

Just thinking about it makes me angry.

We are all birds.

But not quite.

"Let's change the story!"

Neji stared at Hizashi, his father.

He didn't say anything, but looked like he didn't understand.

Neji didn't like this.

"The clever bird will open the cage by itself."

"A bird in a cage is just a bird that is not smart enough."

On a certain day before - the day when he was defeated by Uzumaki Naruto in the Chunin Exam.

The examiner next to him, holding a thousand books in his mouth, said this nonchalantly.

There are many ways to make people angry, and smart birds are definitely one of them.

"if..."

Hizashi looked at his son and was about to start the next story when he suddenly spoke.

"What about that airtight welded cage?"

"Just to lock it up so it can never be free."

The so-called cage that can be opened is either the owner's arrogance or kindness.

There is always such a group of people in the world.

Just watching others suffer can give you unimaginable pleasure.

Neji didn't know whether the Hyuga family was such a family.

But the cage that holds them may not be able to be opened by the power of the little bird alone.

At least, not just one.

The success of later generations is always built on the sacrifices of their predecessors.

Neji knew this well.

If you are born at the wrong time, you will not be able to achieve success in the future.

Then he took up the responsibility that belonged to his predecessors.

"Neji..."

He saw Hizashi smile awkwardly.

Neji was not unaware of what his father was thinking.

As the bird's wings grow, its urge to fly into the sky grows stronger.

The opportunity is right in front of you. Whether you can seize it depends on the bird itself.

It's just a tattoo.

It's not a curse.

The bloodline around Hiashi, except for his own and his mother's family, are all clan members.

The main family never attacks the main family.

Among this generation of branch family members, Hizashi is the least cared for one.

Except for myself, a premature baby with white eyes who was called a monster.

"No, Neji..."

"I..."

He was explaining, but Neji had no idea what he was explaining.

There's nothing to explain.

Like in the literal sense.

The bird is ready to open the cage.

And what Hizashi is thinking now is that he is that clever little bird.

"Let's change the story."

Hizashi looked gloomy and tucked the quilt into Neji.

That's not what he meant.

So what does he mean?

He has already failed as a father once, is he going to be as cowardly this time?

Hizashi knows what a seven-year-old is thinking.

But what is his son thinking?

he does not know.

"Once upon a time..."

For some reason, Hizashi lit a candle.

The evening breeze blew and the candlelight flickered.

The shadows of the trees outside the window are blocked by the curtains and can only exist outdoors.

"There are two mice."

"They fell into the cream jar."

"Soon the first mouse drowned in the cream."

"And the second mouse..."

He saw his son turn over indifferently.

Turn your back to him.

It's like rejecting the end of the story.

This is not a story.

It's just a father conveying his decision in one direction.

And now, his children have found their own way to respond.

“It takes every ounce of strength it has.”

"Go and churn the cream."

"Finally, the cream turned into butter, and he crawled out on the butter."

"is it?"

Take the path of Japan's difference and leave Japan's difference with no way to go.

“You’ve heard this story…”

This is not a story at all.

This is what the former clan leader, the father of Hiashi and Hiashi, would say at every banquet.

It’s just that when children attend a banquet, most of the time their attention is not on the person speaking at the banquet.

On a food truck, whole mouthfuls of fries are what matters.

But this wasn't any other kid.

It's his own son.

Hinata Neji.

"Now that the bedtime story is over..."

Hizashi smiled and stood up.

It's just that this smile doesn't look very natural.

His movements were so stiff that he looked like a robot that had run out of lubrication, with every part shaking.

"It's getting late, go to bed early!"

Although it was he who suggested telling a bedtime story.

He is the one who is leaving quietly now.

Puberty kids are just difficult to deal with - of course, the kid here definitely doesn't refer to Neji.

The door was closed gently, and the boy lying alone on the bed was already in tears.

Tears flowed down my eyes, over the bridge of my nose, and piled up on the white pillow, leaving a color of my own.

There's nothing to be sad about.

The boy told himself.

There's nothing to be sad about.

This is a dream.

So anything can happen.

Because this is my dream.

A dream that belongs only to you.

Until the dream ends, no one knows whether it is a good dream or a nightmare.

But no matter what, he hoped his father could survive.

Just surviving is already a luxury.

“Put your cards on others.”

There will definitely be no good result.

Just like him.

Most of the time, the only thing on the minds of arms dealers is money.

No matter which side you stand on, when it comes down to it, there are only two words.

"Benefit."

But how could it not be the same for everyone involved in this game of chess?

Make decisions based on what you want and for your own benefit.

The candle was not blown out by the day difference.

The traces of tears stuck to my skin, but I could unexpectedly feel the warmth from the candles.

Whether it is tear marks or something else, as long as it exists, as long as it is in this room.

The light of the candle will cover you without hesitation.

The boy slowly turned over again.

Facing the only exit of the room.

The bedroom seemed to have become a tent.

And the door seemed to be opened in the next second.

The man was wearing his inner clothes, walking slowly towards her with the morning sun behind him.

No matter what happens, he won't waver in his steps.

"At the end of the day."

"Ningji, you are actually the same person as us."

Tiantian's voice is crisp and energetic, like a wind chime in a midsummer breeze.

Blue, purple ...

Translucent wind chime.

This is his dream.

Because it's a dream, anything can happen.

...

"It's been two days."

Uchiha Madara held his chin.

"Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

The man's voice was filled with fatigue that could not be hidden.

Tsunade knew that the Uchiha were more or less crazy.

But no one expected that Uchiha Madara could go without sleep for two consecutive days.

Just to be a human monitor here.

The agreed shift change is no longer necessary now-Uchiha Madara is fighting against a hundred people alone.

If Ban worked as a caregiver, he might be able to earn three times the salary in a day.

Change the dressing every three hours.

Take your temperature every five hours.

A full body check once a day.

...

You don't even need an alarm clock, this thing is much more useful than an alarm clock.

"Who knows?"

Tsunade sat on another rock.

"Just being able to survive is already a miracle that will go down in history."

"If you ask for too much, your life will not be happy."

The woman spoke with relief, as if she was otherworldly and understood the truth of the world.

But it would be more convincing if there were no dark circles under the eyes that were the same as the spots or even worse.

Are you kidding? How can an Uchiha like Madara get things done?

The so-called perfection means that only an excellent medical ninja like her can do it well.

"quack."

Madara clicked his tongue, but his tone was not disdainful.

It seems like...comparing?

Obito's head popped out with a dusty face - no one slept, but he didn't miss a single day of training.

And the old man's temper seems to be getting worse.

Sleep is really important for older people!

"What did you say?"

Tsunade slammed the table and stood up.

The blond braids now looked like two clumps of dead grass.

They shook in the air and now turned into corn silk.

It’s just that I haven’t had enough sleep for two days in a row and haven’t eaten breakfast yet.

Retribution came quickly.

Her eyes went dark and she was staggering and about to fall.

"It's not good to quarrel, Lady Tsunade, Grandpa Madara..."

Because her chakra was exhausted, Nohara Rin, who was still recuperating, forced herself to turn on her machine and dragged Tsunade's shaky body.

Without Lin, this family will break up sooner or later.