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

It was a very small mound of earth.

Buried inside is Izuna's non-blood-related brother.

He saved Izuna three times, and each time, it was a matter of life and death. But the final result was always like a miracle, Izuna was alive, and he was also alive.

"There's nothing to be sad about, Izuna."

Madara knelt in front of Izuna's bed, doing what Neji had done before.

"Life and death are impermanent, that is the rule of the world."

"Besides, we are not Neji, so we naturally have no way of knowing what Neji is thinking."

Izunai opened his eyes. He was sick, but not blind. Madara's eyes were still red, and it was not convincing to say this now.

"He's a liar."

Izunai still repeats this sentence: "He is a complete liar."

It had brought so many miracles, yet it hadn't even grown physically. It just died overnight.

The black Flying Thunder God symbol on the boy's body was something he would never forget. Izuna's eyes were red as she watched Neji being carried away by the Uchiha clan members. The dried blood even looked strange in color under the sun.

It was the second day after the burial, and it was drizzling, the first rain of the summer.

It was a joyful, warm sun shower. The air was filled with moisture, like an unresolved worry.

The pile of earth became wet, and the water remained on the waterproof coating on the outside of the coffin, preventing it from corroding the inside.

The boy who was supposed to be dead slowly opened his eyes.

The art of suspended animation is a type of lurking technique.

Use chakra to seal the body and enter a state of true death. People who use the art of suspended animation cannot control the time of waking up. When the body is on the verge of true death, it will automatically wake up.

He seemed to have had a very long dream, and returned to the time when the Chunin Exam was over and he had just been promoted to Jonin.

The technique of feigning death was the first hiding technique he learned after he was promoted to jonin.

It was Danzo Shimura's subordinate, an ANBU wearing a fox mask who came to teach him.

"Danzo-sama is very interested in you. Do you have the ambition to become a member of the ANBU?"

There is no shortage of geniuses everywhere, but having said that, they are always in high demand.

Neji refused, as becoming an ANBU was not what he wanted - a young jonin didn't even have a clear future.

He just lived, repeating the same old routine of practice, tasks, practice, and tasks day after day. It was such a clichéd daily routine.

What can a family member do? Doesn’t everything mean a family member is divided?

Even if resentment can be put aside temporarily, objective constraints will always exist.

Changing fate? How easy is that! Just becoming a jonin is already a blessing that the Hyuga branch family dare not even dream of.

He once thought that Uzumaki Naruto was a miracle. He was brave and optimistic and did not take disasters and misfortunes seriously. Therefore, both Lord Jiraiya and all the blessings and good things would favor him.

How could a young man with blond hair and a bright smile be worried that he had no place in the world?

Ningji was envious, but couldn't be jealous.

He and Naruto are destined to be completely different. Naruto says he is a genius, but he is just a genius.

No matter where he is, he is always the extra one.

It's dispensable and tasteless.

"Detecting that the host's emotions are fluctuating greatly, System 001 is now starting to 'encourage'."

Do you still have this function?

"Actually, this is just 001's own observation, hahahaha. Host, host, as long as you complete the mission, all sadness and regrets will disappear without a trace!"

"Let's quickly complete the task and start the host's rebirth!"

Can he, who is already dead, have a new life?

"Host, don't hesitate. Hesitation will lead to defeat! Cheer up, host!"

Nonsense Literature 001 is something that has been studied.

"I have no intention of not doing the mission."

Even if regret has already happened to him, he cannot stand idly by and watch others regret.

But he could never forget that day during the Fourth Shinobi World War, when he learned about Uzumaki Naruto's life story.

It is undeniable that Uzumaki Naruto is excellent.

The fact that he can bear the infamy of being a fox demon and still grow up to this day is enough to show his character and the goodness of his soul.

But if you add in that his father is the Fourth Hokage and his mother is a lady from the Uzumaki clan, everything becomes a little different.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a child of destiny.

A lot of things became ridiculous.

But at the same time, he also saw hope. Fate is so magical and unfair.

"Host...?"

001 asked with some disbelief - the host didn't look well.

The gentle face became twisted and crazy, and the shadows around the corners of the lips looked terrifying at this moment.

It must be caused by the poor lighting in the coffin. When placed in the sunlight, the host is still the same host.

Definitely not this... madman now.

"Are you finally going to take out the Senju and the Uchiha?"

This is a good host for 001!

The system was relieved, and even the electronic sound became cheerful: "White Hole, a bright tomorrow is waiting for us!"

It would be hard to identify with the story without Meow Meow and Guo Ran Weng.

001 is aware that the host died tragically - his father was a scapegoat, and he himself was also a scapegoat. He must be a person with a lot of resentment, and he probably dreams of going back to the past and killing all the bad guys who pose a threat to his and his family's lives!

But 001 is a machine after all, and we can only make the most narrow guesses about it using the system's inherent algorithms.

Hyuga Neji, I don’t know when he turned into a complete madman.

He is no longer a bird in a cage. Although his body is imprisoned in this world, it cannot stop the boy's desire for the future.

Not just his own future. Humans are so insignificant, if they can only see themselves, then this person will be meaningless - only to Hyuga Neji.

Hyuga Neji who is not Hyuga Neji will not be uncommon, either in the past or in the future.

He didn't want anyone like him to exist in the world.

It's too bad to be an extra tool, a victim with nowhere to go, a bird in a cage with broken wings.

So he died, with the wings of a phoenix, but without any hope of nirvana.

In the near future, there will naturally be someone who will take his place and live a better life in this world - although they will only remember Uzumaki Naruto's name.

But this is enough.

“I now have this opportunity...”

“There is no reason not to cherish it.”

He was moving forward and praying. Could it be possible that a person who was hated by fate would be favored again one day?

While we have him, I hope that my future self can also wait for the same favor.

Or yourself.

The coffin cover was a little damp and the four corners were not fixed, so you could easily leave by tearing off the waterproof layer.

The little pile of soil shook slightly, like a pudding just taken out of the refrigerator.

It was just getting dark and time for dinner together, but unfortunately no one had the leisure to think about it.

Except for the wounded, all of them had been taken to the front line by the clan leader Uchiha Madara before dusk. The only ones left here were the guards and the elderly, the weak and the disabled.

First, there was a white arm, slightly swollen and with an unhealthy bluish-white color. It was stained with some dirt, but it didn't look dirty, and it added a sense of holiness.

Next is the back, neck, head, and finally the whole body.

It was so quiet here that no one noticed that the buried person was actually a resurrected corpse.

He placed his palm over his pure white eyes and muttered, "White eyes are somewhat conspicuous."

The evening breeze blows, still damp, heralding that a new chapter is about to begin.

The mound was restored to its original appearance, a short, fat, small pile lying alone in front of the bluestone slab, with a square tombstone standing behind it - also small and thin, with only a few words engraved on it.

The young man with black hair and black eyes stared at his tombstone for a long time - he really didn't have any past worth writing about, except for the three times related to Izuna.

At least, those three times were neatly engraved on the tombstone.

The guards were chatting nearby:

"Lord Madara is so kind that he is willing to erect a monument even for spoils of war whose origins are unknown."

"You have such a long tongue! How is it different from the gossipy woman at the entrance of the village if you always gossip like this?!"

His partner's attempt to stop him was superficial. He covered his lips, as if that was the only way for the two of them to hear him: "If that kid hadn't saved Master Izuna three times, he wouldn't have received this treatment!"

After all, members of the Uchiha Outer Clan cannot be buried in this cemetery.

The wind was strong at night, but as soon as it died down a little, it would start to tug at the willow branches and shake them again.

He raised his sleeves, and the evening breeze blew again, but there was no trace of the young man, as if he had been blown away by the wind.