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

He is not used to trusting others.

At least that's how Neji felt.

"You used to be a ninja."

000 will not take the initiative to tell Neji what kind of person he is.

If Neji had asked, it would have been nothing more than two or three sentences.

"I'll remember it sooner or later."

"Some things are not good to think about."

“Take your paid vacation and cherish it.”

This guy should be able to restore his memory.

After all, it seems to... know everything.

"Be more suspicious of others so that you can survive. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Look at the group over there, they are all ninjas too."

According to Snake, he was originally a ninja just like these people.

Since it is a profession and an identity...

Then why do I feel a sharp pain in my heart just by hearing the word "ninja"?

"Maybe it's because... you're a ninja from the Hyuga family."

Before Neji asked the question, 000 had already prepared the answer.

It was as if he knew Neji had such thoughts.

No suspicion.

The feeling of heartache gradually getting stronger is the best answer.

Maybe 000 is right.

Even if I remember it, it wouldn't be a good thing.

"I said..."

Ningji always leaned on the bed with his brows lowered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Only Neji could hear 000's voice. If someone else saw it, they could only say, "He's daydreaming again."

When it comes to making people worry, Hyuga Neji is naturally well-instructed.

The cub's instincts that had been hidden for many years were fully displayed at this moment.

"Ok?"

The boy tilted his head and faced Tsunade who was sitting next to him.

I always feel that this person's blonde hair should be smoother...

A golden color that will sparkle in the sun.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?"

The woman was asking Neji, but her eyes were looking at Uchiha Madara.

Brain hypoxia caused by blood loss most commonly results in brain death.

Even if they are not dead, it is normal to have amnesia or behavioral disorders.

These are all normal phenomena.

Will be fine.

This is how Tsunade comforts herself, and also how she comforts Madara.

That old man always felt that this happened because he didn't keep good eyes on people - after all, that day, Hyuga Neji suddenly fainted right under someone's nose.

"As long as there is no drastic movement, the wound will not be serious."

"Not getting enough sun is not conducive to recovery."

It was completely like asking Uchiha Madara.

What thoughts can a person without memory have? This kind of thing is like the consensus of the entire universe.

Of course, Tsunade also has some plans of her own.

"I always feel that in addition to the mission, there is something else that must be done."

Neji's eyelashes trembled, casting a small shadow on his pale skin.

"Not here, somewhere."

000 I really don’t know this time.

"I didn't expect that," it said in a surprised voice, "you also have things you want to do besides the mission."

At the end of the words, there was some joy: "Isn't this a good thing?"

"If I go out for a walk, I might be able to finish it easily."

"You have forgotten but you are not stupid, right, my respected host?"

000It's always like this, he says respect, but respect only stays in words in the end.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a stay-at-home mom…”

"But look at that white-haired old man, he's been pining for you - it's not comfortable for you to be here all the time and make others worry about you, right?"

Ningji had long suspected that 000 was not a snake, but some kind of special and thick roundworm.

Everything is ready except for the east wind - the final piece of evidence.

"Well, you're right."

The old man who was in charge of waiting anxiously has said very little these past two days.

Uchiha Madara is a little cold, but he is not cold-blooded, nor is he dumb.

It's obvious that he's got something on his mind.

To be honest, Madara thought he had seen Neji's original appearance.

A bit honest but not much, with a head full of who knows what - still a somewhat cute kid.

The former Uchiha clan leader had reached this position, and he was a bit conceited.

Otherwise, there would be no idea of ​​changing the world by one's own efforts.

Anyone with a clear mind can see that trying to change the world on your own is egocentric, not self-confident.

The same goes for the one lying on the bed.

The lavender Rinnegan always looks somewhat similar to the Byakugan.

Perhaps it's because their origins are similar, or perhaps it's because they both can't distinguish between the white of the eye and the black of the pupil.

But in short, the way those white eyes looked at him was even closer than when he was his adopted son.

"I must have done something to him."

"It's just that he didn't show it before."

Madara thought so and secretly accepted Tsunade's suggestion in his heart.

Of course, this kind of thing still depends on what Hyuga Neji himself thinks.

"Do you want to go out and have a look?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was as hoarse as pebbles.

Maybe it's been a while since he last spoke - no matter how hard Madara tried to recall, he couldn't remember what bad things he had done to Hyuga Neji.

Furthermore, risking one's life to save the brother of one's enemy is not something that just anyone can do.

If Tobirama was still alive, we could just go and ask him.

The evil Thousand Hands really couldn't even find a good time to die - if the Thousand Hands brothers could live a little longer, the shelf life of some things might have been longer.

But all that beauty is nothing but a mirage.

Things that have passed their expiration date will eventually rot and spoil.

But it seems that it is not complete.

Lilac eyes stared at the boy, watching the skin roll in the middle of the fragile white neck.

It can be cut off with just a little effort.

He is almost a completely different person from the Hyuga Neji who sneaked into Izuna's house to replace her eyes.

"Ah."

"If it's not too much trouble."

As if he was causing them much trouble here.

This bubble of happiness only exists because of you.

So Neji watched Madara's hesitation at first gradually turn into dissatisfaction.

"Is this request really too much trouble for him?"

This was said to 000.

I had a feeling that if Madara knew he was thinking about this kind of thing in his head, something bad would happen.

"Isn't this probably the reason why he's unhappy?"

000's reply was always fast: "Don't think too much. Anyone here can find you annoying, but it can't be Uchiha Madara."

Especially Uchiha Madara, who felt that the distance between them was closer than ever before.

"look."

000 As soon as he finished speaking, Madara's left hand suddenly raised up.

What was on it? Neji had never seen it before.

But now he knows.

This is the entrance to the room.

It is covered by something - an illusion or a sleight of hand, and it is difficult to detect if you don't look carefully.

The hand fumbled for a while and then grabbed something.

A boy who is half white and half covered with scars.

It was Uchiha Obito who painted murals on the wall every day.

"It's not convenient for me to go out with this identity."

Even if I go out, I will be considered an old man who is half out of touch with society.

Madara's eyes stalked Tsunade like a hawk.

This woman never gave up on slipping away from here.

It is not difficult to kill her, but she is the last bloodline of the Thousand Hands brothers in this world.

As a friend of Hashirama, Madara couldn't do this.

Besides, Neji is still here, and there isn't much information available so far, but at least one thing is obvious.

If he killed Tsunade, Hyuga Neji would not have an easy life.

Then Uchiha Madara would not have an easy time either.

This hot potato is also a hot potato with high medical skills. As long as it can be managed properly, it will definitely be beneficial with no harm.

"Little devil, protect him well."

"If you can't even do this, you might as well start all your training over again."

It's said to be starting over - but how can there be a real starting over for someone who has already learned it once?

Obito suddenly became alert.

This is clearly meant to kill him!

"I would have done it without you telling me!"

"Don't worry about it, you old man."

The more we get along, the more we speak without restraint.

But in contrast, Uchiha Madara's tolerance is also subtly improving.

How can a patient who has been in a coma for a long time have any ability to move?

Even for a ninja, it would take a long time to complete the reconstruction.

But Ban felt that it would not be too late to do rehabilitation once his body got better.

"You'd better keep your word."

If he fails to do it, he will back him up with the Rinnegan.

The old man shook his gray hair and groped inside his cotton coat.

In less than half a minute, a scroll appeared in his hand.

“What a luxury...”

At first glance, it is a storage scroll of high quality and high price.

The white smoke dissipated quickly, and when the vision became clear again, there was an extra set of things on the scroll.

The wheelchair is made of rosewood and is covered with layers of soft cushions. Even without light, it shines with the unique luster of silk products.

Even if you stand as far away as Obito, you can still smell the luxurious woody scent of money.

On the wheelchair were neatly folded textiles.

A small quilt, a thick coat - today, Obito had seen everything he had seen before.

"Old man, you have been planning this for a long time."

"Stop being so verbose."