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

Whether in the past or in the future, spring always comes quietly and goes quietly.

Just a moment of carelessness and the sky will be filled with deep green.

Madara did talk to Hashirama, but Neji didn't know what they talked about.

But on the surface, nothing seems to be different.

The battlefield became so lingering that once you went there, it would often take several days to return.

This is what the battlefield really looks like.

It was the battlefield in Nora's memory. It was a ferocious beast that swallowed everything without mercy, and could never be full no matter how much it ate.

The young man who had boasted about his lofty ambitions in his tribe the day before now has no way back home.

As the saying goes, there is no construction without destruction. Both the Senju and Uchiha had made sufficient preparations - but even so, they still looked so miserable.

The willow tree in the yard is getting greener and greener, from green to mature step by step. It has lost a lot and gained a lot.

Life and growth itself is a process of trade-offs.

Ningji picked up the broken branches and leaves with his two fingers. The wind blew last night and blew away the immature new branches.

He stood at the edge of the corridor and looked into the courtyard.

Neji saved Izuna, the clan leader's last brother, once, twice, and maybe even a third time.

It was about three weeks ago, the day when the "evil Uchiha clan leader was restrained."

Madara returned to the Uchiha clan territory alone, looking in a good mood.

Even at night, you can still see those shining eyes.

He did not convene a clan meeting, nor did he talk to his confidants. He just raised the corners of his mouth in a barely noticeable arc and walked into the Uchiha Shrine alone.

Neji opened his Byakugan and could naturally see what Madara was doing.

He stood in a dimly lit room, in front of him was a stone tablet. It looked quite old, but Neji was far away and could not clearly read the words on the tablet.

But Uchiha Madara could. He put his palm on the stone slab, stroking it over and over again, muttering to himself.

Neji was not from the intelligence class, but he was also a member of the Byakugan clan. When the Hyuga family promoted their children to Chunin, they would hire a teacher to teach lip reading. He was not a professional, but he could understand a lot.

"A future without war will soon be here."

"Although Hashirama's ideas are still immature..."

“But it’s also a good thing to try.”

Ningji's pupils suddenly shrank. Uchiha Madara, the initiator of the Fourth Ninja World War, actually started planning from this moment.

"Even if Izuna didn't die, would Madara still make this choice?"

Neji was asking the system. He was sitting in a room with no one around him - there were even very few items.

"The stone tablet in the Uchiha Shrine must contain clues about how Madara obtained the Sharingan."

The words that can only be seen by the Mangekyō Sharingan guide the direction of the entire clan.

Uchiha Tajima also possesses the Mangekyō Sharingan.

When did the unwritten rule begin? Why do all the Uchiha clan leaders have the Mangekyō Sharingan?

"I'm afraid that the level of the Sharingan is different, and the content seen on the stone tablet will also be different."

And that content is most likely related to Qianshou.

"The Hagoromo clan was the first to leave. What is supporting the conflict between the Senju and Uchiha?"

There are too many mysteries that have not yet been revealed. For Ningji now, he doesn’t even know who the original "Mr." was.

001 has a different view:

"Instead of thinking about so many things that are irrelevant to the mission objective, host, why don't you think about how to kill all the Senju and Uchiha." 001's voice was unusually calm, as if he was just giving a solution.

After returning from headquarters, 001 no longer had any questions about the mission procedures.

On the contrary, like a prisoner of the same tone, he would just repeat the first sentence over and over again.

Guide the host to move forward in the direction of the mission steps. Over and over again, no matter when and where.

"Maybe I need to leave first."

Neji muttered to himself, and as expected, he got System 001 "Host! Not choosing the mission steps will be the reason for your mission failure!"

Wuyu's mother opened the door for Wuyu, and Wuyu arrived home.

What ended this one-sided conversation was a knock on Neji's door.

Three fingers to the left from the midline, you can see the shadow of the hand through the door paper.

He knocked on the door with arrogance, disdain, and a contempt that even the owner himself had not yet noticed.

He must be from the Uchiha clan.

According to the direction, the left side should be where Uchiha Madara works.

But that person is now located in Nanga Shrine, the Uchiha clan shrine.

People from the same family will not open the door by themselves - if you invite them in from the inside, you will only be despised.

Because he is a homeless person from another race, the lowest being here.

However, he is also the only adopted son of Uchiha Madara. His contradictory identity pushes him to a level that is neither high nor low.

But this is not a problem that Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Izuna need to consider - they have done well enough as human beings.

The right thing to do is simple, just put yourself in the middle.

Neji straightened the corner of his clothes and took out a shiny golden leaf from the gap in the tatami. It was a thank-you gift from Izuna.

"Hello."

He opened the door and was face to face with an Uchiha man who was more than a head taller than him standing opposite.

The boy raised his head, and their black and white eyes met.

He won't stay here long because he has more important things to do.

But Neji's mission target is still here. There is more than one suspicious point in the matter of Senju Tobirama.

The person in front of him had fierce eyebrows, thin lips, and a pale face that did not look like a living person, but only his forehead looked black.

This person is definitely not a good person.

Just the direction of the converging lines at the lower jaw is ominous enough.

The lower jaw is very similar to that of "Mr.", but they are not the same person. They must be relatives.

"Excuse me...what can I do for you?"

The Uchiha man might be dissatisfied. The moment he saw Neji, the disgust and extreme anger on his face were revealed uncontrollably.

I am a complete novice in controlling facial expressions.

There are many Uchiha bloodlines, they may be connected or separated, but they always retain their own characteristics.

This person must be a relative. Ningci guessed that this person must be a relative of "Mr.", at least within three generations.

"Isn't this Hayato? Are you looking for Neji for something?"

Izuna, wearing a blue-gray Uchiha clan robe, walked from the right, facing Neji and Uchiha Hayato.

His name was Hayato. It was a common name, but it didn't seem like a name that an Uchiha would give.

He doesn't look like a ninja, but more like the youngest son of a local dignitary.

"Master Quanna."

Uchiha Hayato's expression changed all of a sudden. He called "Sir" respectfully, his eyes rolling around. Although he looked dry and pale, the grease in his eyes had already flowed everywhere.

Even the air became stagnant.

The golden leaves were hidden by Neji behind, where Izuna couldn't see them.

It is indeed very simple to deal with such people. As a "farewell" gift, it is the best.

"Madara-sama asked me to take Master Neji to his room."

"It seems that you have something to say to Master Neji alone."

The word "young master" sounds so normal, but a novice is still a novice no matter what.

Instead, the word "Ningji" was spoken with a taste of gnashing teeth.

Izuna nodded. Most of the Uchiha family, especially those from Madara's faction, were nice to Neji. Hayato was the nephew of the Chinese uncle. Although he was somewhat careless in his words, he probably had no ill intentions.

It doesn't pose any threat, so there's no need to lose face over such a small matter.

The Chinese uncle has followed his brother all the way, and Quannai knows who he is very well.

Feeling a swelling and pain in her eyes, Izunai pinched the corners of her eyes tiredly, waved her hand, and left.

But as soon as he left, Hayato was too lazy to pretend anymore and he turned his back, signaling that the other party had better follow him.

Ningji had other plans in mind, so it was impossible for him to be so obedient.

He clenched the gold leaf in his hand. The flash of the precious metal was faint but very penetrating, and it immediately rushed into Hayato's eyes.

Hayato was a fool. He tilted his head and pretended not to see: This kid has such a good thing? !

My uncle just said to take him away, but he never said that we couldn't do anything to him.

Neji naturally knew that it was not Madara who asked him to leave - he was the only one who took the initiative to find him. Uchiha Madara was a very busy man, so how could he care about himself at a time like this?

"Madara-sama...are you really looking for me?"

Neji didn't follow, which added fuel to Hayato's fire.

As expected, Hayato showed his vicious side, grabbed the boy's upper arm, and tried to pull him away.

"Of course! Stop talking nonsense and go!"

This Hayato must be born to the same mother as 001, otherwise why would they be both mentally retarded in the same way.

He still maintained the explanation given by the so-called "Chinese uncle" to Izunai - just a casual chat between brothers could make the flames of suspicion burn on him.

And now he doesn't know how to restrain himself and is too lazy to even control his voice.

If it wasn't a pawn, then it could only be a trap set by Madara. Hayato was someone close to Madara, so there were many things he could do.

Neji staggered into a strange room as Hayato stuffed him into it. Just by turning left and right, he felt like he had forgotten the way back - or as if he had never been to Madara's room.

Just turning off the lights would have no real effect on the Byakugan, especially for a ninja like Neji who had extraordinary eye power.

But what was Yeliang like? He was a homeless kid who had little experience in the world and only had some martial arts skills. For Yeliang, this was more than enough.

"what are you up to?"

The young man's voice trembled as he looked at the Uchiha man in front of him with a greedy smile, but the gold leaf in his hand was shining with a charming light just right.