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

"Host! Everything is ready, let's go!"

It was obviously good news, but Neji's eyelids couldn't help twitching.

Neji looked at the blade swinging towards him, the sharp tip of the blade gradually blurred, and he himself was torn apart by the chaotic space and time.

001 is a system that claims to answer all questions and meet all requests.

But he would never take the initiative to say a word - problems that ordinary people would never think of would always become the so-called "functions" of the system as a normal practice.

We are making choices every moment. To ask or not to ask, to ask and what to ask. For those who can restart, the concept of time is no longer so clear.

Infinity and infinity spread towards the other side that Neji could not see.

Instant success. How can a person without a horse achieve success?

There is no such thing as accident in this world, only inevitability. All success and failure have been determined long before they happen - whether it is objective conditions or subjective conditions.

He is a puppet being toyed with on the stage of fate.

Even now, standing here, changing the fate of others.

The questions and clues were hidden in Neji's belly, and he made a choice.

What he needs to know, he will know naturally. As for the rest - even if he tries his best to get it, it will just pass by.

Is this fate? Is this trajectory? This is not accidental, this is inevitable.

Hyuga Neji's choice was decided long before it was made.

It is not others but himself who decides his fate.

There are many things that 001 has not said - if the host does not ask, 001 will not say it.

Time and space were torn apart, and in just a blink of an eye, he turned from a point on the timeline into a surface in space.

There was a feeling of breaking in his limbs, but it seemed unreal, as if it was just something the boy imagined.

It can't be called a second, not even a blink of an eye.

Ningji understood this clearly at this moment. When he wanted to move his fingers, he could only feel a tearing pain.

"001?"

Neji called out in his mind, but received no response.

The system has not made any sound since 001 claimed that it was ready.

001 is not here. Neji quickly came to this conclusion.

He now had no vision, and in front of him were all kinds of colors mixed together, like an overturned seasoning plate - and the owner of the seasoning plate had no artistic talent at all.

But this is far from being a vision.

The pain penetrated his limbs and bones... He was compressed from a living three-dimensional person to a point or a surface. Hyuga Neji didn't know how to describe this feeling.

Fortunately, our ancestors had similar experiences. They summarized all the pain that could not be described specifically into the following general and accurate terms:

"Life is worse than death."

Not a lot of time had passed, and here, there was not even the concept of the flow of time.

Neji turned his head and looked around; he thought he was turning his head.

It is really just a transition from one state to another. There are no steps, no gaps, no muscle movements.

Whether it is "turning the head" or "movement", these are the characteristics possessed by three-dimensional talents.

Over there, it’s the same color palette.

In the boy's world, only his brain continues to function.

There were white clouds in the blue sky, but it started to drizzle at noon.

It seemed like it happened not long ago, when they had just graduated from the Ninja Academy and encountered the first sun shower of the year.

Translucent raindrops divide the light into countless parts, but the only parts that can be recognized by the human eye are only a few hundred, or even less.

Ningji stood under the eaves to avoid the rain, and Tenten next to him looked very excited.

Roses bloomed on her cheeks, the corners of her lips curved up, her eyes sparkled, and even her hands were placed on her chest.

Natural, relaxing, enjoyable.

That day, Neji's Byakugan told his master: Tiantian is happy because of the sun shower.

But the green frog next to him had a sad face. He seemed to be going to practice, but was forcibly pulled down by Teacher Kai to avoid the rain.

It is obvious that these raindrops cannot stop his youth or extinguish his blood.

"Lee!"

Might Guy sighed and placed his hand on Rock Lee's shoulder thoughtfully.

"This is also part of the practice!"

"When you're spending time with your loved one, time flies. But when your legs are on fire, every second feels like a year."

“Only by overcoming your most primitive emotions can you reach a higher level.”

After Might Guy finished speaking, he showed his white teeth and gave Rock Lee an exaggerated thumbs-up.

Neji remembered that he scoffed at Might Guy's words at the time: what kind of training is this? It's just chicken soup for life that gives special care to Rock Lee.

Everyone has their own preferences. If you don't want to follow the teacher's preferences, you can only rely on yourself.

Now it seems that Might Guy is a rare good guy.

At least, what Might Guy said helped Neji find his direction again.

"Host...!"

001's voice came into my ears, intermittently, flashed for a moment and then disappeared again.

Time seemed to have returned to Neji again, and what just happened was just a blink of an eye or a nightmare.

The blood in his body still had a pungent smell, but his body did not feel as "relaxed" as when he was in the stalemate with Tobirama.

He seemed to be torn apart and reassembled - all of this was telling Neji that everything that had just happened was real. Only by escaping from time could he leave that world.

The chakra was completely drained out - even cleaner than before leaving the last time and space. It was like twisting a sponge that could not drip water again and again until it was dry and fluffy, as if it had been exposed to the sun for a week.

Neji lay prone on the spot, his sense of touch, vision, hearing and smell slowly recovering.

The first ray of light that breaks into the palette belongs to the metal blade.

The smell of grass became stronger and stronger, and a familiar pain came from my stomach.

The person who came stepped on the grass, making a rustling sound, as if the god of death was approaching step by step with a scythe.

The mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and the esophagus was stretched up and down by liquid.

At this moment, Ningci finally saw the appearance of the person who came.

He raised his eyes, and his white eyes tried their best to focus - in his field of vision was a man with white hair and red eyes.

Between Thousand Hands.

In Neji's time, the man who wanted to kill him less than a second ago.

"001!"

Neji called out again, but still no response.

The system is not there.

The boy's pale lips were bitten and a little blood was seen. In front of him was Tobirama Senju, and below him was the grass... Judging from the sound, there should be a stream behind him.

Clouds are floating in the sky and birds are flying in the forest.

But Neji couldn't see it.

In his pure white eyes, there were only the red eyes of Senju Tobirama, which were filled with emotions that he could not understand.

Is there something wrong with the Byakugan? Or is there not enough chakra?

No, Neji realized clearly. His brain felt like it was being stirred by an iron rod, and a dull pain came from the back of his head to his forehead, accompanied by dizziness and stomach bleeding, as if it was swallowing the boy whole.

It's fear.

The fear that my life is over.

Is he afraid of Tobirama?

Or are you afraid of death?

Neji didn't know that thinking about this matter itself had stopped at this moment. The big and small sorrows and joys mixed together and eventually turned into the colors of the palette.

He looked at the door for a while, then lowered his eyes again.

Thoughts did not return to the boy, nor did the headache go away.

Forget it... He thought so and turned his head to the side.

His body is thinking for his brain and he is a person controlled by hormones.

Also those who were placebo controlled.

"vomit..."

Blood flowed out of the boy's stomach through his mouth. The sticky blood mixed with various fluids in the stomach, squeezed into the esophagus, and rushed to the outside world.

With the sorrow and fear of a teenager...

It took away the boy's headache and consciousness.

It also brings about men's helplessness.

"Hey you!"

Before Tobirama could say anything, the boy fell straight down, motionless.

The wind blew the grass, but it came at a really bad time. The wind made Tobirama feel that Neji would not live long - most of the enemy comrades who were sent away on the battlefield were also blown away by the wind and gone with the grass.

Tobirama's blue armor was dyed with the color of despair by the red blood, and in his arms there was a limp boy - the creator of the red dye.

Ningci was carefully held in his arms. The man was very tall, and his face showed some signs of aging. However, the boy still looked like he had not grown up, just like he had twelve years ago.

The Senju's Nora, the Uchiha's spoils of war, the evil spirit, the wandering merchant...

Ningji has many names. But twelve years is a long time, long enough for Senju Tobirama to study them all.