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

Tobirama disappeared.

Zombies are not afraid of heat.

In the previous time, Tobirama was exactly the same as at the beginning.

Obedient, yet with amazing destructive power.

No need to eat or drink, but there is a subtle ambition to take a bite of everything.

Fortunately, Hizashi and Yuko were not at home.

If I go home now, I might think I'm raising something incredible.

Even ferocious beasts may not have such extraordinary destructive power.

Neji stood in the middle of his room.

On the left is the window.

The curtains were drawn and the windows were securely locked.

On the right is the door panel.

It was forcibly removed by Tobirama before, and now is the time for it to be alone and lean on the side.

No footprints, no dirt.

Given Tobirama's current condition, it is completely impossible for him to disappear from home by his own strength.

Neji was still holding the convenience store bag.

Ten minutes ago.

No, five minutes ago, Tobirama should still be there.

But now, it seems like he has disappeared without a trace, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

It's like it never existed.

It's so weird.

This is a dream.

Anything can happen in a dream.

My eyelids kept twitching, as if something was about to happen.

The room became blank at this moment.

Be it a bed or a cabinet.

There is also the table that accompanies Neji through these flowing times.

At this moment, everything disappeared.

Only a square space was left, and Neji had empty hands.

No exit, no future.

All there is is the boy standing there now.

It seems that he has not yet truly gotten along with Tobirama.

Only stereotypes and labels remain in memory.

Instead of the little things with Tobirama.

Looking back at the end, even whether Tobirama really existed in this space and whether they really lived together here was left blank.

It's as if nothing had happened.

With an incredible smell, sucked into the sticky, greasy interior of an old-fashioned range hood.

Neji stood there, his mind seemed to have gone blank along with the room.

It seemed as if something that was out of reach became within reach.

The air stopped flowing, as if it was seeping in from every crack.

Surrounding Neji, they searched for the ambiguous answers together with the boy.

The boy in white returned to his childhood.

A small body wearing a small kimono.

Small body, taking small steps.

But I am no longer confused about life, nor am I sad about my father's death.

The little boy found his lost little dream.

Such things, no matter how you think about it, will only happen in dreams.

Neji was enclosed in a small body, moving forward.

Whose wish is this, who's expectation is this.

Whose future is this.

If it is your own dream, then it must be your own.

The blank room began to distort.

It is no longer square in shape.

It was like a long, thin tube, leading to wherever Neji wanted to go.

It is a tunnel with no end, leaving the people inside with only one choice: to move forward.

Whether to choose or give up.

There is no room left.

We are birds in a cage and there is no way we can escape from this cage.

But now, you have the choice to move forward.

Despite this, you are still a bird in a cage.

Just because we have no choice.

In a trance, Neji felt as if he had turned into a fish.

Go straight ahead along the pure white tunnel.

There are scales of different sizes on the body.

Drowning in a tunnel without water.

The fish must be free.

Neji thought.

Since ancient times, fish has been a symbol of freedom.

Whether in ponds or rivers.

The sea is still a fish tank.

They are always free and unrestrained.

It’s like turning into a fish and finding your own answer.

My vision began to split, until it seemed as if I had really turned into a fish eye.

It's very well divided, and it looks like you can see a lot of things.

But what should be seen the most is actually invisible.

Of course, this only applies to humans who turn into fish.

The brain is being compressed, and there is less and less room for thinking.

Light green, translucent floating objects gradually appeared in the blank tunnel.

It really is like the ocean.

It just feels a bit self-defeating - there is no ocean where fish come first and then floating objects.

At first glance, it is obvious that this is a product that was achieved by force under the drive of a certain consciousness.

But these are no longer important to Ningci now.

His body twisted like a fish, moving quickly in this space.

In a trance, the words my father once said suddenly emerged in my mind.

"Our Neji..."

"I will never be content to be a bird in a cage for the rest of my life."

"One day, I will soar in the vast sky."

“Sail in the boundless ocean.”

Finally, the fish turned into a bird.

In the white tunnel, flapping its wings, flying its feathers, it flies forward.

In my memory, my father's voice was always hoarse and heavy.

He always seems to be carrying a lot, a lot.

There are so many things in this man's hands.

But I didn't find the opportunity to let go.

In the end, all that was left was despair and confusion.

There is no such thing as fairness in the fate of the Hyuga family.

However, as the patriarch's brother from the same mother, Hiashi felt more unwilling and resentful.

But most of this was not seen by Neji.

Adult men who have children will unknowingly swallow a lot of bitterness.

Until the day the volcano erupted.

All the coincidences fit together.

The unfortunate chain continues.

Some people get the relief they have longed for all their lives.

In contrast, new people fell into the cycle of pain.

None other than his beloved child.

My father must be committing suicide.

Neji thought.

But no one could tell the boy the truth.

All answers are buried in the dust called death.

Never seen the light of day.

But the stubborn boy never gave up digging it out.

The white tunnel has no end.

But it seemed to lead to wherever Neji wanted to go.

The little white bird flies forward, with no end in sight and no confusion in sight.

It doesn't seem to matter whose dream this is anymore.

At least Neji knew that this was not his dream.

There are too many mixed things in it, which do not come from one's own expectations and hopes.

And the convenience that is so common that it is like air, yet seems a little bit incongruous.

The bird's wings became heavy, and when it opened its eyes again, it was surrounded by a hustle and bustle of traffic.

Human feet stand on the asphalt road scorched by the sun, and the roar of vehicles passing by at high speed can be heard around them.