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

The Uchiha Chinese died in a very tragic way.

The man's eyes were wide open, blood was coming out of all his seven orifices, and he stared longingly at the old man sitting in the second seat on the right.

The old man looked kind, an Uchiha elder that Neji had never seen before.

It is natural for lips to become darker as one grows older, but Ningci always feels that this elder does not seem like a living person.

With such a face, he doesn't look like a wicked person who would sell out his clan for profit.

"Master Patriarch, I don't think this evil beast has any intention of repenting."

The follower next to the old man spoke, but the elder just shook his head gently and stroked the follower's back comfortingly.

Then he gathered up his clothes and stood up from the mat. The old man held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and walked in front of the Chinese in two or three steps.

This is a pair of wrinkled hands, holding up the middle-aged man on the ground and wiping away his blood and tears.

“May the Buddha bless you, lost child.”

The Buddhist beads moved, but the man closed his eyes peacefully. When he opened them again, the excitement he had before was gone.

If it were compassion, it would have appeared long ago.

Ningci just felt that this old man was insincere - the fact that the Uchiha Chinese could live freely today must have something to do with this elder Uchiha.

A cunning old man.

It's really disgusting.

One cannot overthink things. Just seeing the old man's hypocritical attitude, Neji felt his stomach churning and was really nauseous.

The saliva sliding down the esophagus into the stomach is just better than nothing.

I hope it can end soon.

Neji used the transformation technique, so others couldn't see the changes inside, which was a good thing.

Now is a critical moment. If I take a wrong step, I will be at a disadvantage in front of Madara and will have to keep my head down from then on.

"You have a heart."

Madara waved his hand, ready to end this boring farce.

"Then, Chief of the Thousand Hands Clan, could you please send this sinner on the path to rebirth?"

Hashirama stood up upon hearing the voice. This was the procedure that had been discussed earlier.

The Senju and Uchiha witnessed together the moment when this hatred ended.

Regardless of whether the disaster came from the Uchiha Chinese, all resentment and unwillingness were wiped out at this moment.

It sounds cruel and unpleasant, but it is the most effective solution at the moment.

This war has gone on for too long and has worn out everyone involved.

Neither the Uchiha nor the Senju want to become the second Hagoromo.

"Well, now I will do it."

Hashirama first turned to the Uchiha, and the black-haired, black-eyed enemy patiently nodded to him in agreement.

Half a minute later, it was the Thousand Hands' turn.

The Wood Release rose from the ground and wrapped the Uchiha Chinese's neck tightly, but it was just a pretense.

Half an hour had passed, and the Uchiha Chinese's cheeks turned red, and he actually smiled.

"Uh... uh ha... ha..."

There was blood foam all over his mouth, teeth, lips and tongue, and it was impossible to hear what sound came out of it.

It could be a curse or a last word, but now, it doesn't matter.

The white of the eye replaces the black of the pupil and becomes dominant, and the person who deserves to die dies with hatred.

He did not plead not guilty - but he was not exactly going to die in peace.

Everything happened naturally, but because I didn't do well enough, I was caught by others.

At least from the words and deeds of Uchiha Huaren, there is no regret on his part - if he had done better, this wouldn't have happened. It's just that he is not capable enough.

If he were more powerful, yes, he would be like an elder.

The stomach acid seemed to burn through the esophagus, and the bloody smell was sent along the mouth into the upper nasal passages, stimulating the olfactory nerves to tremble continuously.

For hundreds of years, whenever the family is mentioned, the gossips about it only make people feel sick.

"Host, come on! Persistence leads to victory! According to 001's estimation, it will be over in about ten minutes."

? Why are there still ten minutes?

It was clearly just an inaccurate estimate by the system, but it suddenly gave Neji a direction.

Next time whoever asks 001 to return to headquarters, he will be the first to get anxious.

The execution meeting ended with a handshake between Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama - many of the seemingly formalistic actions were actually a magic weapon to calm people's hearts.

Anxious people can become calmer by repeating familiar actions.

When the tribesmen who had never thought of shaking hands and making peace repeated the same actions as in the previous tribe meetings, their worries about the future would be alleviated.

It's no big deal and will be like any other meeting, leading us to a better future.

Even when they left, both the Senju and Uchiha had relieved smiles on their faces.

"You miscalculated."

Ningci gathered his sleeves and followed behind Uchiha Madara - he was Madara's guest, so naturally he had to leave with the clan leader at the end. This useless and complicated etiquette would continue in the future.

The gray-haired old woman would take out records from decades ago, study them word by word, and then teach her students mercilessly: "This is tradition! This is elegance!"

It seems that if they don't learn these things and distinguish themselves from ordinary people, they will be worthless.

"Host, you are really nitpicking... The error is only about eight minutes."

Yes, after the Uchiha Hua died, Madara stood up and shook hands with Hashirama.

There is no lengthy summary, no sighing about the new chapter, no carving up of all that is to come.

Just like old friends meeting again, they stood up and put their palms together.

"Host, let me be frank. 001 feels that the mission can actually be completed."

001's voice gradually became quieter: "No host has ever been able to reach this point before. According to 001's prediction, the mission can be considered a success at this point in time."

? Ningci felt as if he had just heard some incredible information.

"How many hosts do you have?"

He walked along the wooden corridor - Uchiha Madara found another room for him in the inner courtyard, which was just a waste of time.

"Hmm... Let 001 think about it. If not hundreds, there should be dozens, right?"

So isn't the failure rate of your mission a bit too high?

The door of the room was opened, and opposite was Izuna's room, which met Madara's request: "Please take care of Izuna for a while."

Uchiha Izuna had his eye transplanted a little late, and his physique is not as strong as Madara's. The latter had just undergone an eye transplant and was full of energy the next second. The former is still in the recovery period with a weak breath and lazy appearance.

"Uchiha Izuna's mission requirement is to live a hundred years."

"Right?"

Neji could just see Izuna's room through the slightly opened gap in the door.

"In theory, this is correct, but our system is not a bad guy. It will make estimates and judgments based on the probability."

"After a certain time point, we will enter a relatively safe period, and headquarters will give instructions to complete the mission!"

In other words, even if the exchange of words is completed and the Senju Uchiha officially reaches a reconciliation, will Izuna's crisis still not be resolved?

"After Konoha was built, Uchiha Madara called on the entire clan to leave Konoha."

"He knows clearly what awaits his people in the future."

"But in the end, he was the only one who left."

Could it be that in a dozen years, Izuna, who has lived too long, will be killed by Uchiha Itachi on the night of the clan genocide?

"Knock down."

There was a knock on Neji's door, the door facing the corridor.

"Please come in."

The door was opened, and it was the consul's mother-in-law.

Neji was long dead, and now the only people in the house were the ubiquitous herbal merchants.

"Sorry to bother you with your rest."

My mother-in-law leaned forward, knelt on her knees, dragged something in her hands, and moved in step by step.

It was just like what she had taught before, a textbook demonstration.

Inside the tray was a bowl filled with a golden, viscous liquid, with a wooden spoon beside it.

Millet pumpkin porridge.

"This is what the patriarch ordered."

Ningji nodded, and the consul-in-law let it go as if she had been pardoned, and moved out of the room again.

"excuse me."

It seems that Uchiha Madara said something like: "Make sure he accepts it."

"According to the data from 001, millet and pumpkin porridge has the effect of nourishing the stomach and is widely circulated among the people."

"It turns out he had noticed it a long time ago."

"Hmmmm? Host, what are you talking about?"

Hyuga Neji doesn't like many things, nor does he hate many things either.

But the first thing to come to mind is the golden pumpkin.

It's hard to describe what the feeling is. After all, Uchiha Madara knows nothing about Neji. It is a consensus between the two of them, and it is also Hyuga Neji's protective color.

But Ningji knew a lot about Madara.

This relationship is destined to be unequal.

When the consul came again, the bowl was empty.

There are many regrets in the world, but naturally there are also unexpected blessings.

He has no interest in being a coward.