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

Neji turned his neck, facing Tobirama, and thought about all the happy things in his life.

But the soreness in my eye sockets did not subside.

Once you get out of the "my life is over" state, the emotions and bad feelings that were previously ignored and put aside will surge up like gastric juice, catching the person off guard.

Both the current situation and the future seem bleak and bleak.

001 disappeared without a reason-previously it was just stated that you could get the "opportunity" by completing the task.

The technology from an unknown world pushed things to a climax.

From the very beginning, Hyuga Neji was in a completely passive position.

No one wants things to be completely out of their control, not even a madman.

Tobirama didn't know when Neji woke up, but when he came back, he saw the boy opened his eyes.

The pure white eyes were in the eye sockets, wet, not like the eyes of Neji in Tobirama's memory.

He always felt that Neji didn't look like a real person. He lacked the fear of death that living people have, and the fear of the future that humans have. They were incompatible, like the people on one side of the paper door and the people on the other side of the paper door.

A cup of fragrant wine is of little pleasure to those who are wandering in this world.

But before this, Tobirama had never seen even such basic performance in Neji.

"Is this also...a purpose you can't tell me?"

Tobirama hesitated, planning to use the same trick again.

He is not a gentle person, and he cannot warm everyone around him like Hashirama does.

But Tobirama has survived to this day, so naturally he has his own set of methods.

Danzo and Monkey have a conflict, so he diverts it before it escalates further.

The Neji in front of him was hiding sadness - this was the first time that Tobirama had truly seen him in an emotional state so close to that of a "human" or "living person".

It started to rain outside the door.

The round water droplets deformed under the action of gravity, and the round and full side hit the stone road, the wooden corridor, and the upturned eaves.

All of this comes together to form the sound of "rain".

Tobirama's vocal cords vibrate, and air flows through them, coordinated with the lips and teeth muscles, reaching every corner of the room.

"It's raining."

All of this converges into the sound of the door.

"Please go back and rest first. You have worked hard today."

He turned to the left and back to Urashima, leaving his back to the closed front door. The armor collided, making a dull sound, mixed with the sound of rain, which was quite different.

The fabric rubbed against the ground and the tatami turned a little yellow - even though only a dozen years had passed.

For this world, a dozen years pass in the blink of an eye.

But for tatami and human beings, it can be called long. This can be the lifespan of tatami, or the time it takes for a person to cross a stage.

The heavy breathing of the elderly, the faint shaking of the medicine, and the friction of the clothes are insignificant yet hard to ignore.

All of this came together to form Urashima's voice.

Neji was listening, his eyes were open but he wasn't looking.

Everyone has their own voice, noisy, steady, cheerful, or low.

Pure white eyes looked at the world, but did not accept any of it.

"Is this also...a purpose you can't tell me?"

Tobirama's voice echoed in Neji's ears.

A sudden rain hits the new lotus leaves, and there should be thick green leaves and shade all over the pond.

What would his voice be like?

"Perhaps, it cannot be considered as such."

Neji propped himself up and sat up, and Tobirama naturally stuffed a pillow behind his waist.

He really doesn't look like the cold-blooded Tobirama-sama - rather, he looks like the Senju brother who follows Hashirama around, cursing at him.

"Then the one before that is it."

The heavier the rain, the more distinct the sound. A semi-transparent curtain of rain poured outside the house, and through the windows one could see the gray haze.

The water droplets that bounced off fell again, splitting into countless smaller water droplets. This process repeated itself over and over again, regardless of whether Neji could see it or not.

"It's just raining."

Neji was not curious about how far Tobirama had guessed. The sound of rain beat on the eaves, and also beat on Neji's heart.

It doesn’t matter if 001 loses contact or if the mission has no end.

He is just a drop of water at a certain stage in this rainy sky.

Running and scattering until the destined moment of rest.

After that, the old swallows started chatting with their young ones, and the cicadas in the tall willows started singing in unison.

"As long as it rains, it will always stop."

......

Contrary to expectations, the rain continued to fall.

Ningji got up from the bed, had breakfast, and drank some medicine. Even though the sun was half-obscured, the rain showed no sign of stopping.

Tobirama did care about him - the Second Hokage was busy with official duties, but he did not forget to ask Urashima to come and check on him.

He also asked him to pass on a message, saying that he would come to see him again after finishing his work in the afternoon.

In fact, this does not have to be the case.

Neji gathered his clothes and sat down at the edge of the corridor.

He closed his eyes and only listened to the sound of rain.

It's not a bad thing to be protected by the Second Hokage in the Second Hokage's era - but Neji seems confused as to why the "enemy" who had pointed a knife at him before became a different person in the blink of an eye.

Guessed the target of his mission? But this target has little to do with Tobirama.

Let’s just treat it as some beautiful misunderstanding on Tobirama’s part. At least there’s no falseness in Tobirama’s attitude.

Just because someone can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. But since it can't be seen, it can only prove that the other party is above him and controls the direction of the wheel of fate.

Instead of being suspicious of all good intentions, it is better to take one step at a time.

The consul passed away earlier. According to Tobirama, Hashirama passed away before he even fell ill.

"Tea, please."

It was cold and damp, and barley tea was served.

It was filled with white smoke and had the scent of burning rice, just right for the rainy season.

"Thank you." Neji took the tea. The attendant who served the tea should be the consul's daughter. Their eyebrows and eyes were surprisingly similar, which made Neji feel as if he was in another world.

It was as if he had returned to the Uchiha Mansion, back in the days when he was still the "trophy".

For Neji, it was indeed something that happened not long ago.

The barley tea, with its sweetness and slight bitterness, lingers on the tip of your tongue, supporting the rain in front of you.

Neji's thoughts gradually became heavy, following the aroma of barley on the tip of his tongue, and he sorted out the previous "strange" experience.

The so-called system itself was suspicious enough - but Neji never doubted the system's capabilities and promises after 001 appeared.

It seemed as if everything was logical, because there was a system here, so he had to complete the task.

As long as you complete the task, you will get a "reward".

"Save your regrets! Solve all your regrets!"

001 said so.

Neji admitted that such conditions were extremely tempting to anyone - but what else?

Regarding the number of tasks, what are the specific methods to solve the regret and difficulty in saving?

He had never asked, and the system, which was supposed to answer every question, naturally would not explain it proactively.

This sounded ridiculous. Neji lowered his head and looked at the empty bottom of the cup, his fingers about to touch the edge that could not be seen with the naked eye.

He is abnormal and is definitely related to the system.

These were not what he was thinking when he first saw Tobirama.

Who is the mission target? Where did the system go? Is this the next mission?

...

Everything unconsciously revolves around the "mission" - it seems so natural, so... logical.

A system that can make a dead person's heart beat again, perform so-called "fine-tuning", and take him through time with ease.

It is not difficult to modify your own consciousness and behavioral habits - but if it is so easy, why do we have to go to so much trouble to give out rewards and emphasize the "task steps"?

It seems that Ningji is only one step away from the truth.

"Host!!!"

001's scream rang out at this moment.

The door on the other side closed in response.

Is this also fate?

"Yeah, it was not easy...but the bug has been fixed."

"Now, what the Ten Outstanding Systems 001 brings to the host is! Mission objectives!"

The system's voice interrupted Neji's thoughts - everything that just happened seemed like a daydream.

In a trance, it happened, but it seemed like nothing happened.

If you ask: Did you dream? The answer is: Yes, I did.

If you ask: What did you dream about? I thought about it with all my heart, but all I could think of was a blank white space.

But the empty cup of barley tea in his hand recorded everything that had just happened.

“Ah…ah.”

He put down the teacup in his hand. The cold touch of the ceramic reminded the boy of the passage of time.

The system's voice turned into meaningless characters and poured into Neji's mind, but after a few seconds of daze, they were arranged into words and took on meaning.

It's a mission objective that's easy to guess.

The taste of boiled water, the color of boiled water.