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

Japanese people take off their shoes before entering a house.

Neji can take it off, but Tobirama can't.

Not only that, I can’t even put on shoe covers.

Looking at the deep and shallow footprints behind and in front of him, and Tobirama jumping around the room.

That was all Neji had to say.

“There’s a long way to go.”

The warm yellow light, as if it is the last afterglow left by the sun at the end of the day, gently falls on every corner of the room. The warm and soft light it emits is like a layer of golden gauze, wrapping the entire space, giving people an incomparable warm and comfortable feeling.

In this warm yellow sea of ​​light, everything becomes exceptionally peaceful and tranquil. The light seems to have some kind of magical power that can soothe people's anxiety and rest, allowing the soul to rest for a moment. The outlines of the furniture appear clearer under the light, and they stand silently, as if they are also enjoying this tranquility.

Outside the window, night gradually falls, but the warm yellow light inside the house makes people feel the warmth of home. It is a gentle guardian, accompanying people, dispelling darkness for them and bringing light.

Of course, this is just an appearance.

It's just the characteristic of warm yellow light itself.

The warm yellow light was chosen by Yuko.

But Yuko rarely had the chance to open it.

The man and woman of this house are always away.

Even when I came back, I just cleaned the house and visited the children who were still in school.

"If you can't even clean up after yourself, it seems like you have no sense of participation."

The mother said this to Neji with a tired look on her face and a newly-charged floor scrubber in her hand.

Next to him is his father who is wiping the table.

Everything would probably seem better if we ignored the fact that it was 3:30 in the morning.

"Just stay here and don't go anywhere."

Tobirama is quiet now.

He sat on the bed obediently - the dirt that was not much in Neji's eyes at the beginning now fell into every corner of the room.

It’s hard to say other things, but there is one thing that Neji seems to have understood vaguely.

Tobirama is disgusted by his own dirtiness.

But there was no way to clean myself up before.

So the adult zombies chose this method.

The black door was closed again, leaving only the light and the door in the room.

The tan wooden floor was littered with dried debris of earth.

If the weather is a little more humid, it can turn into extremely sticky clay.

It was stuck on the ground and was discovered one day by the Hiashi couple who wanted to get involved.

The sweeping robot is a white model which has been conservative and controversial recently.

Square body and unique brush head.

I don't know why my father brought me back.

There are five in total, distributed in various corners of the house, and they will go out on their own when the time comes.

But these sweeping robots have a fatal flaw.

Neji skillfully took out gloves from the bathroom drawer. There were almost no signs of use on the white soft-bristled brush.

They can't deal with the mud that falls to the ground.

Once stained by the brush cloth, this family will forever coexist and perish with the mud on Tobirama's body.

"Knock down!"

There was a strange vibration sound coming from the door of my room.

It didn't sound like anyone was knocking on the door.

Instead, it looked like someone had removed the entire door panel and was trying to put it back together.

The white brush head had just landed on the gap between the spliced ​​wooden boards when the sound of the door panel became louder again.

Now it sounds like it's about to break.

"Tobirama!"

Neji couldn't take care of the work in his hands, so he had to stand up and go forward to check.

I hope nothing goes wrong.

If there was something wrong with the door, how would he explain it to his father and mother?

This kind of sudden state, which seems like a joke, should not happen to my son who has always been so well-behaved.

Ningci deeply agreed.

Walking along the corridor for less than five meters, you will see the door to your room.

And there, as long as you see the black door panel, everything is still under control.

Although many places say that after becoming zombified, humans cannot control their muscles normally due to damage to their brains.

It's either excessive muscle tension or...

The door frame is still in its original position.

Just slightly off.

The Byakugan can see what Tobirama is doing.

But why don’t you want to see it?

the reason is simple.

In this vast world, there are two types of people who are extremely destructive. The first type is called "fools". They lack the ability to distinguish the importance and insignificance of things, and take extreme measures for everything. Such people are often unable to rationally evaluate the situation, causing unnecessary destruction and chaos.

The other type is those who cannot control their own strength. They are like ships that have lost their sense of direction, drifting in the ocean of life, completely at the mercy of fate. No matter how they try to grasp and adjust, the result is always counterproductive, or even counterproductive.

Regardless of which of these two types of people one belongs to, or the people who have contact with them, most of them find it difficult to get close to the other side of happiness. Because the reckless behavior of fools may bring endless troubles and annoyances to the people around them; and people who cannot control their strength often make people around them feel helpless and uneasy.

Neji couldn't remember where he had seen this statement.

But today, this statement suddenly appeared in Neji's mind.

Two disappearances have passed since Tobirama was dug out.

It was around eight o'clock when I came back from Miss Hinata's place.

The time now is only around eleven o'clock in the evening.

It's time for good and obedient children to go to bed.

Only the senior high school students are still studying late into the night.

Hyuga Neji watched helplessly as his door panel was broken into two pieces by Tobirama's hands.

Is Tobirama from here?

Is the person now really Tobirama?

Was it the right choice to bring Tobirama back?

What a great question to silence.

To say a fool.

Here is one for now.

Don't get me wrong, Neji doesn't think Tobirama is a fool.

But everyone turned into zombies.

It is completely reasonable to see some losses and changes during the transformation process.

As he thought this, he slowly walked towards his room.

Can an average adult male remove the door panel with his bare hands?

Neji didn't know.

But now Tobirama should be on the side that does not know the seriousness of the matter.

Think positively.

Neji placed his fingers on Tobirama's arm that was gripping the door.

Press your fingertips against the other person's contracted muscles.

A big piece.

Very sturdy too.

This degree of contraction is rare even in the life-and-death struggle between ninjas.

Tobirama's hand was still tightly grasping the silver door handle, as if it was the last straw in the world.

The door handle once shone brightly, but now it has lost its original roundness and luster and has become wrinkled, like a pile of discarded metal garbage.

It is not made of pure gold or silver, but it is not as simple as ordinary iron materials. Advanced alloy technology is used in some key joints to ensure its durability.

No matter which angle you look at it from, this should be an absolutely solid and reliable door handle. However, at this moment, it looks so fragile that it seems like it could break at any time.

And the door frame.

Even though he now looked like he would fall down with just one more gust of wind.

But apparently, at least for now, they are still doorframes.

There is a second half to that statement.

“However, we cannot just view these people as the source of the problem. Everyone has the potential to grow and change, and perhaps with a little guidance and help, they can find more appropriate ways to cope with life’s challenges and cause less harm to others and themselves.

At the same time, we should also reflect on ourselves from these phenomena, whether we sometimes fall into similar predicaments, and how to avoid becoming such people. After all, the pursuit of happiness is the common goal of mankind, and understanding and tolerance of each other may be the key step towards happiness. "

Who said that.

Why do you say that.

Neji couldn't remember anymore.

All I remember is a dark shadow.

I seem to be familiar with it.

But at this moment I can't remember it anyway.

Only vague outlines remain in my memory.

On a quiet night, the moonlight falls on the vast land like a veil, as if covering the whole world with a silver gauze, emitting an intoxicating brilliance. Countless stars twinkle in the night sky, like bright gems inlaid in the dark sky, echoing with the bright moon hanging high in the sky, together outlining a dreamlike picture.

In this quiet night, everything is silent, with only the rustling sound of the leaves in the breeze, accompanied by the occasional croaking of frogs or insects, making it even more quiet. The fields, mountains, and rivers under the moonlight are all clearly visible, just like daytime. The rolling mountains look particularly majestic under the moonlight; the winding rivers and lakes are dotted with silver light, as calm and peaceful as a mirror.

Being in such a beautiful scenery, people can feel the vastness and mystery of nature, and their souls will be purified and sublimated. At this moment, any worries and concerns seem to be thrown away, leaving only the peace and satisfaction in the heart. Such a beautiful moonlight is undoubtedly one of the most precious gifts given by nature to mankind.

"That's all."

The moonlight flowed into the house through the window.

The boy patted Tobirama's arm gently.

His intuition told him that this might work.

He doesn't want to hurt anyone.

Perhaps Tobirama just wanted to open the door at first.

After all, no one would be happy to be locked in a room that looks like a coffin.

"If there is no door, then there is no door."

A bird in a cage is not a bird at all.

But the one who puts people in cages may be people.

And the one who installs the door is the person himself.