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

Tobirama left, but Tsunade was left behind.

The excuse is: let Tsunade take you around the village.

In fact, it's just taking care of children.

Tsunade's legend first appeared when she was still a child - the legend of Princess Tsunade grew up with Neji's generation.

When Neji was just born, his opponent was none other than the famous Three Ninjas of Konoha.

Neji thinks that the so-called celebrity effect is actually a very scary thing.

Jiraiya's casual remark instantly became a masterpiece among the people. Orochimaru's laboratory, which was a dark Frankenstein yesterday, suddenly became the dawn of humanity - although it was only for a few short months.

But the most terrifying one among them is Princess Tsunade.

As the last bloodline of the Ninja God Senju Hashirama in the world and the well-deserved "Princess", Tsunade's legend has topped the list since birth.

Things like being able to lift a tripod at the age of three, and pulling up weeping willows and running around the village three times at the age of five - all of these are out of date with the trend of the times.

Neji can still remember the sleep stories his mother told him when he was a child.

Legend has it that on the day Princess Tsunade was born, the sky collapsed and the earth split, and colorful auspicious clouds gathered there - these are standard legends, and little Neji is no longer surprised.

But the second half of the story may be somewhat contrary to the original meaning of the legend.

Princess Tsunade lost her parents accidentally and lived with her grandfather, the second generation Hokage Tobirama. But she didn't expect that the child was born smart and had a pair of discerning eyes.

Those eyes can see through all the falsehood in the world - there is clearly no roll of the eyes.

People with evil intentions will only receive Tsunade's unique flying kick, while people with good intentions can get close to her.

The eyes of a boy are the clearest. Princess Tsunade can be said to be the reincarnation of the goddess in heaven!

This story sounds a bit too weird.

All of Tsunade's dark history from childhood was dug up and made into legends - and appeared at the bedside tables of children before they went to bed.

Now everyone in Konoha knows that when Tsunade was a child, she would beat up people she didn't like. Of course, this does not include those who believe in the legend, but that is another price.

Tsunade is definitely not an easy child to take care of, at least this is clear to Neji.

No matter what Tobirama's purpose was, leaving Tsunade with him could not avoid the label of "helping to take care of the child."

"A-choo!" Tobirama was sitting in the Hokage's office. He had just sat down when he sneezed towards the window.

There is no pollen or catkins out there.

"How strange..."

He talked to himself, there was only the wind blowing and the empty streets.

All the able-bodied men had gone to the war, either on the front lines or recovering from injuries at home. The rest were either the old, the weak, the sick or the Konoha advisors. They were all busy with their own things and had no time to walk out onto the street and sigh at the wind and rain.

It seems that this place was bustling some time ago.

People coming and going are cheering and laughing, holding hands with their children and bringing their elderly parents with them.

They held stickers, shouted Hashirama's name, and decorated every corner of Konoha beautifully.

The village is still here, still the Konoha Village that carries Hashirama's dream.

But it seemed as if the village was driven away along with the war.

The documents were piled in front of Tobirama, with yellowed white paper visible at the bottom.

It was rainy and humid those days, so the paper turned yellow faster.

The man raised his wrist, creating a triangular gap for the white paper.

The parts that have never been exposed to the air are still as white as new.

The title is written in large letters, without any rigid rules. Just by looking at the handwriting, you can see the joy of the writer.

"Dear Lord Hashirama:"

But Hashirama had long since left this world. Tobirama found it a little funny that the letter he wrote to Hashirama could never be delivered to him.

My eldest brother is not good at reading documents, so everything is arranged by Tobirama according to categories and checked one by one according to the urgency of the time.

Letters of congratulation naturally come at the bottom of the priority list - if one is not a famous person or someone from a prominent family, even the social etiquette may be left out.

Although Hashirama expressed dissatisfaction at that time, he finally agreed to Tobirama's approach.

The village chief is much more tired than the clan leader.

No matter how hard I try, the work is never done, and no matter how hard I try, it's never done well.

It always makes people feel that if they can do it again, they can do it better. But the next time comes, it is all in a hurry - there are jobs after that, and after that waiting for him.

After a while, some things will never see the light of day again.

This blank sheet of paper is unfortunate, but also fortunate.

Tobirama looked very quickly and reached the signature position in just a few glances.

"Sato, Tadahide..."

It is a surname that can be seen everywhere on the streets and a name that is everywhere in samurai families.

But Tobirama had an impression of him.

The reason was simple, it was just that he had just seen him on the battlefield a few days ago.

That day, Tobirama held a knife and was stabbed by arrows in the left abdomen. When he was covering his companions' retreat, he accidentally stepped on a protrusion.

The protrusions were hidden under the fallen leaves - the green leaves were in their prime, but people were ruthless, and the wind was also ruthless. Early in the morning, they were scattered all over the ground.

This is the leaf of tactics, the leaf on the road to victory.

The tip of the protrusion shone with silver light and was soft to step on. Tobirama swept away the fallen leaves around it, revealing the soil underneath.

The sturdy young man was lying face down, motionless. The Konoha forehead protector was on the back of his head - it must have been kicked unconsciously by the person who stepped on it.

The gray-red coat smelled of blood and felt dry and hard against the skin.

Wearing a Konoha forehead protector, he must be a Konoha ninja.

Tobirama thought so and lifted up the other person's collar. Inside was embroidered crookedly "No. 17, Konoha Village, Sato Tadahide."

Number 17 was an elderly couple and their grandson - it was Hashirama who brought him to visit.

It’s just that the surname Sato is too common, making it difficult to connect the two together.

He bent down, hid behind a huge rock, and gestured to the distance, signaling his companions to retreat.

As the Hokage, when he saw the bodies of his comrades on the battlefield, there was no reason not to bring them back.

This is also one of the customary responsibilities of the Hokage.

If it was Big Brother, this war might not have happened...

The Second Hokage stared at the ground, unable to help thinking. It only took a few seconds for him to pull himself out of his self-pity and continue with his previous work.

Tobirama's fingers pressed on the young man's skin, which was still soft, but the feeling of water rolling under the skin gave him a vague feeling of bad premonition.

The young man was turned over and a foul odor hit him in the face.

Continuous rain not only brings humid air, but also exceptionally active little lives.

White maggots clung to the young man's face, neck, and clothes.

The fat body was wriggling on the young man's face, half of it sunk into the broken eyeball, and the other half was sticking out and shaking.

The cheekbones were the first to appear, and on the yellowish white bones lay a newborn life. It seemed that it could not find where to go, and could only twist its body helplessly.

Countless lives squirmed freely, enjoying the delicious food falling from the sky. Some of their heads or tails emerged from the young man's face and became part of the waves.

This is also death, nothing strange about it.

Tobirama smelled the smell of rust in his mouth, which was different from the one on the battlefield and also different from the young man's body.

The corpse should still be fresh and not have too strong of a smell.

It's just that bad luck has caused the young man to fall into this state.

If it weren't for the name still left on the collar, he would have been labeled "Anonymous".

...

"Tobirama-sama."

There was a knock on the office door, the sound was sharp and mixed with some muffled sounds.

It must be that child.

Tobirama folded the white paper and carefully put it in his chest pocket - there was only a destiny in the dark, and countless coincidences made up Sato Tadahide. All he could do was respect it all.

"come in."

The door was pushed open, and the boy's chin with a cross scar on it was the first thing that came into view.

It turned out to be Danzo Shimura.

This child looks calm and reserved, but in fact he is impatient. He is also the one that worries Tobirama the most among the six children.

Death can be near or far away.

He didn't know when or how he would die.

As long as death exists, there is no such thing as no regrets - at least that's the case for him now.

Tsunade's life has just begun. As the descendant of Hashirama and the child of Konoha, she will definitely pass on Hashirama's will.

I don't know when, realizing Hashirama's ideal became his only ideal.

But this alone doesn't seem to be the case.

He suddenly remembered the image of the young man like a white crane flying through the woods.

Apart from the forest, the young man also travels through time and wanders around the world.

If it's Tsunade, if it's Tsunade...

Tobirama turned his gaze away from Danzo and towards the window.

The young man in blue clothes, carrying a medicine basket and holding the girl's hand, became the last living being on the street.

Tsunade will definitely do something similar to what she did to herself the next time she meets Neji.

Even if it's just an identity, a relationship, a place to live...

But if the batons are put together, they may become a "home".

"Master Tobirama...?"

“Ah…ah.”