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

Madara's gaze rested on Neji and he spoke:

"Uncle Hua, you don't have to be so polite."

The willow branches swayed, bringing with them the breeze of early summer. From the room next door, the sound of a man coughing could be heard.

Neji took the medicine and flexed his fingers, tapping them on the door frame.

"Brother Izuna, I'm coming in."

The reason why Madara came to see me that day was simply to settle accounts with me.

Faults must be punished—and yet there is nothing to punish.

And Gong is even simpler.

The first time, Ningji moved from the outer courtyard to the main courtyard. The second time, of course, he wanted to go a step further.

He refused, and Madara didn't force it, but just said to come to him if he needed anything.

Madara and Izuna lived a little further inward - in the area where the clan leader's confidants lived.

For such a family, the place of residence alone is enough to represent one's status in the family.

Such a reward is too heavy, and it is not what Neji needs.

He walked into Madara's room empty-handed and walked out empty-handed - this was already lucky.

When spring was still there, with only a small tail left, Izumi fell ill.

At first it was just eye pain, and the tribe doctor prescribed some medicine, but the pain did not improve after three or four days of application.

Izuna was a person who never gave up. Even though her eyes were so painful that she was crying, she did not put the knife back into the sheath.

It was Neji who carried the unconscious Izuna back.

The young man, who was a head shorter than his benefactor, carried his benefactor from that mountain to this mountain step by step.

No one could go up to help, and Madara was terribly far away.

But fortunately, no Thousand Hands came forward to stop us.

One against one, or one against two, it's a match made in heaven.

When Madara received the message, the boy had already returned to where he should have gone - to the foot of the mountain, risking his life, picking up a sharp blade, and fighting to the death.

The only one left in the clan's territory was Izuna with her eyes closed.

Madara has seen Uchiha who died of illness, and even his own father, Uchiha Tajima, died of bloodline disease.

There is no cure, and apart from an eye transplant, the only option is to wait for death.

The next afternoon, the first wave of retreating troops returned to the Uchiha clan territory.

The boy who carried Izuna back was carried back.

The young clan leader saw that there was a five-centimeter cut on the man’s abdomen.

The child had not yet fully grown, but he was suffering from injuries that were horrible even for an adult.

Of course, he couldn't be sent back to the battlefield to die. Madara left Neji behind with the other seriously injured.

While other wounded were still howling from the pain of their wounds, Neji knocked on his door.

The reward that was rejected that day was offered again.

He had a thousand thoughts of refusing, but the boy cleverly avoided them all - as if he could predict the future.

Ningji moved next to Izuna. His abdominal wound was still bleeding, but he had already boiled the medicine for the other party and put it in a bowl.

"You don't have to do that."

Uchiha Madara once said this to Neji.

"In fact, you don't owe Uchiha anything, and you don't owe Izuna anything for a long time."

He seemed to have said this before, and Izuna should have said something similar.

"You are free, you can actually make your own choices."

The boy said nothing, but showed his choice with a firm look in his eyes.

This silent confrontation ended with Uchiha Madara's sigh.

"Host, what exactly are you going to do? Uchiha Izuna looks like he's about to die."

It looks like that, and it's pretty much the same.

But the situation is not too bad.

The vitality of the Uchiha family should not be underestimated. They are clearly in a state of terminal illness...

Ningji pushed open the door and saw the person inside lying in the middle of the room, covered with a gray-black coat, coughing hard.

He had once looked through his Byakugan and discovered that the state of his meridians and chakras was completely different from what they looked like now.

Chakra is like Uchiha's second life bar, blocking the final blow when the master is facing death.

"It would be wrong to act rashly before everything is ready."

The restart time is limited to the same day. If the problem occurs on the previous day, no matter how you try, it will only be an endless loop.

"Okay, okay. I really don't want to listen to the host's sophistry." 001 shut up with disdain.

Sophistry... Today is not the day to try to shut up the system.

Today is the day to strangle the system.

Just replace Izuna's eyes before she dies completely.

The eyes are already in place, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at when I say this.

Hyuga Neji's medical ninjutsu is really just the tip of the iceberg. Eye replacement is not a difficult operation, but it should be performed by a professional medical ninja. Even Nohara Rin, who has received systematic training, is gambling on that slim hope when facing her first eye replacement.

Not to mention him.

There were no professional medical ninjas in this era, so even if they wanted to kidnap him, they would have no idea where to start. After another half month of investigation, they could only point to one possibility.

Do it yourself.

Neji had no experience and didn't dare to attack the Uchiha on the battlefield.

Theoretically, as long as he died faster than Izuna, it would not be difficult to get a successful result if he did it enough times.

Fate plays tricks on people, always pointing the future in the direction that Ningji least expected, and turning all the boy's previous efforts into a joke.

"I need to die."

Neji put two pillows behind Izuna to make her more comfortable. The smell of medicine filled the room, reminding Neji of how his mother fed him medicine when he had a fever as a child.

It was raining at that time. My father had just finished his mission and was standing outside the door like a drowned rat, listening to the sound of dripping water and waiting for news from inside.

He was afraid that opening the door would let in cold air, so he stood there until the rain stopped and his fever subsided. Only then did he finally change his clothes and hold his son in his arms.

His mother was laughing, his father was laughing, and he seemed to be laughing too.

All these memories are a bit distant, and even my parents’ faces are clearest only in their portraits.

He lost his parents' smiles.

But Ban probably won't.

The medicine slid down Izuna's mouth and into her throat. Her whole face wrinkled, looking really funny.

It looks worse than it did yesterday.

Izunai's face was frighteningly pale, his breath was weak, and his eyes were always drooping, as if he could never wake up no matter how hard he tried.

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

The wound on Neji's abdomen would no longer open, and he could go back to that place again.

"Cough cough..."

Izuna wanted to raise his hand and grab Neji. He didn't want the boy to go to the battlefield again.

Why not stay here?

There was a pleading look in Izuna's eyes, and Neji knew that she regarded him as her dead brother.

There's nothing to talk to a delirious patient about, Neji thought.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."

Neji said.

He saw that Izumi's hands gradually relaxed and rested on the quilt, but her eyes were unwilling to close.

"See you tomorrow."

The boy gently tucked Izuna's arm under the quilt.

"Brother...my eyes..."

Not knowing what Izuna saw, Neji took a deep breath but still felt depressed.

He closed the door and turned his back, but felt his face getting wet.

What's there to be sad about?

Such a life is in his hands - at least now, he lives for Izuna, and he survives because of Izuna.

He is no longer a teenager, but he has the appearance of a teenager and his fragility.

Perhaps the previous fragility was not gone, but was hidden as the body shape changed.

If, before his father died, there was someone like him who tried his best to save him, would the sadness disappear?

Envy, hope, and sadness are like performances at the annual meeting. They are gone with lavish spending, and nothing is left.

Perhaps it will come back on a quiet night when its owner is alone.

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

Izuna remembered, he knew it was Neji who said that.

But the other party didn't seem to think so.

I didn't think so, but the person really left.

A cold corpse, glaring wounds, it was a blessing that the body was intact with all limbs intact.

"fraud."

Izuna said this as she watched the man being buried through the window.

A funeral with few people at the funeral only makes it more sad.

The willows are still swaying, and the sun is still shining as usual.

There are no dark clouds, no cool rain. It is just like countless identical days, but no matter today or tomorrow, he is no longer there.

There was only Uchiha Madara in front of the tomb. He just stood there, standing on the bluestone steps, not knowing what he was thinking.

"you liar."

Izuna always felt that Neji had died many times in front of her.

But this was the first time I saw a grave.