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

"I brought you here... shouldn't you thank me?"

What is there to thank you for? You said yourself that you came to lead the way according to Madara-sama's instructions.

Neji kept complaining in his heart, trying hard to keep a fearful look on his face.

What on earth did Madara do to make such a person a highly anticipated new star under his hands, and even his idiot uncle could be deceived.

He sensed a breath similar to that of "Mr." - it must be Mr. who was walking towards this room.

Then, Hayato is definitely not a discarded pawn.

His master did not need to take such a risk; the price to pay was too high.

Uchiha Madara is so terrifying. If you do things without telling Madara, it might be harder for you to live longer than Izuna.

"What do you want to... do?"

Neji repeated in a lower voice, his face pale and looking terrified.

"Hmm? Don't play dumb in front of me, kid!?"

Hayato's eyes were glued directly to the gold leaves. He became extreme and manic, even his cheeks were flushed, like a mentally ill patient.

His fingers were thick and thick, which was not proportional to his thin body. It was these fingers that pinched Neji's neck, bruises were hidden under the fingers, and Neji was pressed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"Uh..."

Hayato watched the boy struggling to make sounds under his palm. The weak vibration of the vocal cords was transmitted to the fingers through the skin and transformed into a signal of pleasure that was transmitted to the brain.

This is the expression Nora should have.

He was just a wandering child from another race, just a tool found by the Chinese uncle, but now he has transformed himself into the adopted son of Uchiha Madara, the new leader of the Uchiha clan.

He has made great contributions one after another and now even lives in the same yard with their own family!

“No…no…!”

Hayato stretched out his other hand directly towards the golden leaf, but saw the boy struggling with all his strength.

Really, he hates people who don't know their own identity the most.

A mere bastard dares to say "no" to him?

He suddenly tightened his fingers and watched as Neji's face became covered in bruises.

"Have you thought it through now?"

Regardless of whether Ningji had thought it through or not, he didn't have the strength to grab the golden leaf again.

The flash fell from his hand and slid naturally into Hayato's sleeve.

The master is coming soon. Neji covered his neck and knelt on the ground, coughing. He heard no sound of footsteps or friction in the air.

Hayato is a fool. If something goes wrong here, it will take more time for Madara to deal with it.

This is very troublesome, not only for Madara, but also for his mission.

The door was opened and Neji had already gotten up from the ground. While Hayato was bragging and flattering him, he pulled his collar up again.

"Thanks a lot."

The Chinese uncle's voice sounds completely different from "Mr."

"Sir"'s voice was naturally deeper because of the mask, but the voice of the Chinese man in front of him was even deeper than that coming through the mask.

It is not ruled out that one of them used the voice changing technique - Hyuga Neji had seen the voice changing technique before. Hatake Kakashi just cleared his throat and fooled the three students around, and even called them to help.

"No, no, no, this is what I should do! It's my honor to do something for you... Madara-sama!"

The Chinese man squinted his eyes and nodded slightly, indicating that the other party could leave.

Hayato waved his hand, then bowed and left, hastily closing the door. He smiled, his mouth almost reaching the sides of his cheeks, and he didn't forget to glare at Neji.

"Wait a minute." The Uchiha Hua suddenly spoke, startling Hayato: "Did you do anything?"

Hayato quickly shook his head and floated away through the crack of the door as if he had escaped a disaster.

The lights were turned on, and the warm yellow light shone on the Uchiha Chinese's face, on the wooden floor, and on the boy's pale face.

This is not a bare room. Cabinets are arranged around the walls, decorated with seasonal flowers, but without any scent.

It's a specimen, right? It seems like something the Uchiha Chinese would like.

He has a strong desire for control and acts like a superior. Naturally, he also has ambitions that should not be underestimated, a double-edged sword.

"hello."

The Chinese smiled and pulled out two cushions from the cabinet, "Master Madara is busy right now and will come over later."

He laid the cushions out neatly—even the gaps at the edges were aligned.

How could such a person have such a stupid nephew?

"Isn't that Hayato kid giving you any trouble?"

Neji shook his head, looking at the other party's hypocritical smile, he already had a guess in his mind.

The Chinese man sat down first, as if he was looking for Neci to chat: "That kid has been spoiled by his mother since he was young. He has a straightforward personality and speaks without thinking."

"But thanks to Madara-sama, he was able to grow."

"This is not a reception room, it's just my room. Please excuse my poor hospitality."

The Chinese smiled and pointed at the cushions - already inviting Neji to take a seat.

But the boy still stood there.

Just like Yeliang who just got the purse, distracted and dazed.

Far from getting angry, the Chinese sent out a third invitation, which was the most open and direct one.

"Please take a seat."

Ningci then sat down, but still kept silent.

He was timid, like a country kid who came to a big city alone. He didn't know what to do, and he was full of respect and fear for the adults in front of him.

The Chinese is the gentleman. At this moment, Neci is absolutely sure.

It's not just the similarity in breath - a person's temperament cannot be faked. And how much a person can see largely determines how far he can go.

The Uchiha Chinese who possess the Sharingan can only achieve the level of the Sharingan.

Things that are imperceptible in the eyes of the gentleman will appear completely different when he sees them in the white light.

The Uchiha Chinese were superior, their chins always slightly raised, and the skin and muscles there were not deceiving.

He looked younger than his actual age, with white hair floating on his head like a decoration.

Just sit in front of her and the kimono will be pressed neatly under her knees without even a wrinkle showing.

It was just a gesture of extending a hand, but Neji could easily associate it with the action of throwing out a purse.

Muscles and skin are the least deceptive.

Whether it's on the face or the limbs.

Even a glance can be broken down into the movement of a muscle in the eyes of the white eyes.

Appearing here would be the biggest mistake the Chinese could make in facing Neji.

"Ningji-kun, you don't have to be nervous."

The Chinese people's words have hidden meanings and introduce the topic.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

It’s a pity that the mantis never realizes that it is also a prey.

"I know you accepted a mission from a certain Senju master to enter the Uchiha to kill Miki."

"But now I have captured that Thousand Hands..."

The Chinese took out the mask and placed it in front of Neji.

It was the gentleman's mask, but it was stained with blood, as if it was the trace of a fight.

But I don’t know whether the scientific level of this era is still backward or the Chinese are stingy.

That's chicken blood.

If it were the blood of other animals, it would not be so obvious.

In Neji's era, distinguishing between chicken blood and human blood was already a compulsory course that every Chunin could master - the difference between the presence or absence of a cell nucleus would always manifest itself in some unexpected places.

Once you get used to the color and smell the scent, you will naturally learn to distinguish between the two.

"This is...that adult's mask!"

Neji pretended to be surprised, covered his mouth and was unable to speak for a long time.

"Ningji-kun, this is nothing to be surprised about. The Senju killed my clan, so it is only natural that my clan should return the property."

"As a once unknown killer, Nora, you should know this very well."

Just as Neji was wondering if the Chinese had other purposes, 001 spoke first.

"Host, what is this guy going to do? But he looks so weak, host, kill him quickly!"

I really want to throw him away.

"Uchiha is the benefactor who gave me a new life. If that's the case, it couldn't be better."

"I am just worried that I have committed many sins in the past and I don't have the energy to bear them."

The Uchiha Killer has killed quite a few Uchiha people under his command.

The boy spoke earnestly, his cheeks slightly red with shame.

"Host!!! Even if we don't fight for anything else, we must fight for our dignity!"

Well, it’s not shame, it’s the system that’s annoying.

"You don't have to worry. The Uchiha are not a vengeful clan."

Ningci cursed inwardly: You were clearly threatening me before. You have captured the employer, and the tools are even simpler.

It's you who uses the Uchiha image of revenge.

"You were also a victim of that disaster that night."

The purpose is to obtain the mysterious power codenamed "Evil" from Uchiha Madara.

Five Uchiha were killed, and their internal organs were destroyed.

"You are now also a member of the Uchiha clan, and we will love and care for you like one of our own children."

"The evil spirit on that day must not be let off easily."

...

Boring. But it could be a good going away gift.

Uchiha Madara really wants to find him.

Neji came out of the Chinese's room and came face to face with Uchiha Madara.

The Chinese stood behind Neji, his hands folded, his voice gentle.

"Thank you for your hard work, Madara-sama."

The so-called adults couldn't sound more ironic.