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

"Host, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"If you were still alive, you wouldn't be a social animal here."

Neji didn't know what the term "corporate slave" meant, but he had a hunch that it wasn't a good thing.

Besides, just the word "if" is enough to express 001's opinion.

If, if...

If beauty and hope are combined with the word "if", they will only turn into bubbles.

001 has indeed been optimized. He was silent for a moment and selected the second half of the sentence from the huge database and algorithm.

"As long as the host completes the task well, we will be reborn in this wonderful and perfect world where we will be saved by the host."

He also felt that the word "new" was not quite appropriate - this was the disadvantage of real-time computing.

"This is the host's chance to save himself!"

What about his world?

Hyuga Neji, without a doubt, is dead.

Even if I could start over again, it would not be the same world, and he would not be the same person.

Ningji realized his own death more than once, but he was always alive.

Neji Hyuga, the "genius" and "Phoenix", is dead.

But the word "death", combined with "already", has an inexplicable lethality.

The tentacles in the darkness, with mucus dripping from their surface, imprisoned the boy's limbs.

It penetrates the skin, pushes aside the muscles, and clings to the bones, bringing a hint of coolness.

This is the monster called fear.

He bared his fangs, wanting to swallow the boy who had given up resistance whole.

This is the monster called Death.

He exists all the time, but has only one chance to succeed.

"Strictly speaking, although you, the host, died, you only died in your original world."

"The structure of this world is not much different from that of the previous world, and no matter how you think about it, this world is better!"

001 is not human, so it cannot understand humans' fear of death.

Even though Hyuga Neji is dead, he still retains the most basic characteristics of a human being.

Fear has an upper limit. As long as you get through this wave, what awaits you is the sweet fragrance of clarity.

But what is sobriety?

The moonlight expanded again, and a familiar voice came from outside the tent.

"Tobirama-sama?"

Is it Danzo?

No, that's not the case.

Neji tied the cloth strips and mask casually on his face.

Even at night, if you light a candle, you can't avoid being seen.

Is there a next mission, and where is the next mission?

All of this is questionable.

"He's out, please come back."

Neji lowered his voice and replied before the other party came closer.

The visitor is not good.

This person's voice is not as clear as that of an ordinary person. It is mixed with some impurities. He must be wearing a mask or something else.

The only ones who wear masks here are the Anbu.

But how could an Anbu visit outside the tent?

Except for the mission reporting time set by Tobirama and when special circumstances occur, they should not appear when the Hokage does not require them to.

Even during the period of the Hokage's personal guards, there would not be such lack of discipline.

"It's about the intelligence on the Hashito Village, an investigation mission assigned by Lord Tobirama earlier."

The visitor didn't seem to intend to leave.

"Tobirama isn't here right now."

Neji's meaning was already very clear.

This is a task assigned by Tobirama, what does it have to do with him?

But a chuckle came from behind the tent.

Weird and twisted, not like a real person.

"But this information is related to you!"

"Lord Neji!"

A strong wind blew in from outside the tent, blowing open the tent and blowing out the candles.

Neji saw the moonlight fall on his limbs, and saw the candle placed in the center of the tent flicker and go out.

The outdoor candles produced by Konoha have always been of very good quality, but they are rarely blown out by strong winds.

The night wind was damp, cold and chilly, and it felt bone-chilling when it touched my cheeks.

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely, and the night was not as gentle as I had imagined.

The boy had not yet completely recovered from his fear and his blood color had not yet recovered when he fell into crisis again.

"Host!!! There is a monster!!!"

001's scream not only failed to dispel the fear, but the sharp electronic sound raised the atmosphere to an inappropriate level.

The mysterious man in the black cloak was wearing a mask, a mask of the Anbu.

The owner of the mask, if Neji remembered correctly, should be Izo, who was originally a member of the Hokage's personal guard.

He is a man who takes good care of things. Even when he is on a mission, he will wipe his equipment clean and not bring the dirt on it to the battlefield.

Masks are no exception.

But now, the dark mask, which was mainly white, was dyed dark red.

Being chosen as an Anbu, Jingzo's strength must be the best in the village.

According to the ability classification standard of Genin, Chunin, and Jonin, Jingzo should be an elite Jonin who is close to the Kage.

He has no bloodline limit, all his skills are based on his fists. He is one of the best in the village in the use of ninjutsu and assassination techniques.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Neji."

The dark red blood reflected the moonlight, and round and plump blood beads dripped from one end of the mask.

His voice was strangely smooth, but with little ups and downs.

It's not the sharpness of the system, but quite the opposite, the dullness.

The neutral low voice makes it impossible to tell the gender.

The kunai in Neji's hand gradually merged into the moonlight.

I'm not looking for Tobirama, I'm looking for him.

Even though it was their first meeting, this feeling reminded Neji of someone.

On that day of judgment, Elder Uchiha sat firmly in his high position.

......

The conversation between Tobirama and Sarutobi Hiruzen did not last long.

He was worried about something, so he set out on the road back to the tent early.

But just as he got closer, he heard the sound of kunai colliding.

The sound of metal knocking is harsh and piercing.

It is the ominous sign that streaks across the moonlight, and it is the demon that disturbs people's sleep.

He saw that the tent that had been lying leisurely on the edge of the village more than ten minutes ago was completely overturned to the ground, and the person he was worried about was punching fiercely, swinging a fatal fist before the kunai collided and fell.

Chakra exploded in mid-air, and the black shadow was about to be hit.

But the masked man just looked at Tobirama fearlessly and let the mask be knocked off.

Towards the direction of Tobirama was half a face.

To be precise, it was a profile, a profile that Tobirama was very familiar with.

The student he taught personally is also the owner of the mask.

Well storage.

He brought this brat back to Konoha when he was still a young brat.

But now he picked up a kunai and pointed it at Neji.

"Ah, Tobirama-sama."

"You came back just in time."

This was the Izo that Tobirama had never seen before.

The child was always down-to-earth and capable, smiling naively, as if nothing in the world could make him unhappy.

Be it a task or a job, as long as it is given to Jing Zang, he will definitely get it done well.

Whether it is Jingzang's own life or his partners in the team, as long as Jingzang is there, everything will become harmonious and beautiful.

But Jing Zang now had a distorted smile on his face.

There was no light in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were pulled forcefully, as if his muscles were doing the simplest movements, ignoring the wishes of their owner.

Neji stood across from Tobirama, on the other side of Izo.

But it has a completely different scenery.

Pure black, with only the eyes and the mouth smiling strangely.

That's not the arrangement of human facial features - no wonder the system screamed again after the mask was knocked off:

"Host!!! There really is a monster!"

The monster's smile expands:

"Lord Neji, please consider what I said carefully."

"Well, goodbye, everyone."

I don't know who this monster learned how to speak from, but it sounds just like the complicated and disgusting pronunciation of the nobles from more than a decade ago.

Tobirama drew out his sword at a speed that could only be described as lightning.

But I don’t know whether it was because the sword was too short or the man in black left too quickly.

The only thing that was cut by the blade was a handful of moonlight.

When he put away his sword, Tobirama had already run to the young man.

He heard the boy's breathing and felt his rising body temperature.

Hot breath, accelerated heartbeat, trembling arms.

The unfortunate night should have ended here.

The night wind blew again, and the bamboo leaves fluttered.

The sound of coughing gradually rose in the village, echoing in the night.

The man in black had long since disappeared, and Tobirama held the boy's hot body in his arms, praying.

He had a vague sense of foreboding in his heart - it wasn't serious, but it would definitely be troublesome if it appeared tonight.

"Tobirama-sama!"

The owner of the voice is Danzo.

"Tobirama-sama!"

The owner of the voice is Sarutobi Hiruzen.

The two sounds coiled together like a spiral, bringing the night to a climax.

"'He' shows up!"