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

The sons of the two clan leaders were undoubtedly anti-war, and everything seemed to be in favor of a ceasefire - but that was only an appearance.

The truce was so short that it seemed like a dream.

But dreams always end.

"My brother said you are smart and a quick learner...it's true."

Izuna looked very happy. On the first day Neji came here, Madara made a rough prediction of the time when the war would start again.

No matter how turbulent the clan is, it is still different from going to war.

However, this ceasefire does not look like a ceasefire, but more like a tactical truce.

"Neji."

Izuna called out the boy's name with a smile - finally it was no longer Nora or Wuming.

This child has no name, so it's natural that he will be worried. Based on the basic principle of taking responsibility after taking him away, Uchiha Madara waved his hand and said: Let him go by himself.

But this person was illiterate, so Quannai was naturally assigned to teach the child to read and write.

To be honest, Izuna never thought that Neji could learn it before the war. Once the war started, the atmosphere would be completely different from now.

He would also be busy. Quan Na knew that his brother asked him to teach the children to read just to distract him from the infighting among the tribe. He just wanted to find something to do.

"Ning...ci..."

Izuna called again.

I always feel that this name is not very auspicious.

At least it's not a name that a family with only one child would give to their child.

It sounds more like a name given by the royal family to the Pont family's child.

"You don't have to follow me. You don't have...uh..."

Izunai didn't want to sound too distant, but she didn't know how to say it.

"Have you grown taller?"

He changed the subject and pulled the boy in front of him to gesture, and it seemed that he had indeed grown taller.

After just two moves, Izunai withdrew his hand again. He was a little overwhelmed.

I don't know which bastard and this kid leaked the news, letting Neji know the news of the upcoming war.

That afternoon, the child found himself and his brother who were practicing with a serious look on his face.

“I’m a fast learner.”

Izuna still clearly remembers Neji's expression at that time: no fear, just an unyielding frankness.

He always seemed to be steady and calm, and nothing could make him panic.

He always seems to be rational, and nothing can change his thinking path.

But if one is truly rational and calm, how can one say such words?

"Please let me follow you."

The boy added again:

"I won't hold you back."

Madara and Izuna would never question the boy's abilities and talent in combat.

Without a doubt, he was a genius. At least, he was a genius in physical skills.

Nora, a tool that anyone can use, casts a shadow over the growing young Uchiha.

They were not too strong, but they were not weak either. The blindfolded boy killed Uchiha clan members one after another with just physical skills and perhaps some patchwork swordsmanship.

It's like the mouse killed the cat. It's hard to believe, but it makes the cat afraid to face the mouse.

"You don't have to go."

There was a subtle mismatch between Uchiha Madara's reply and Neji's request.

“No one is going to force you to go.”

"The battlefield is a place where people are killed without blinking an eye."

He had lost too much there.

If they were not the clan leader's sons, his two younger brothers, at that age, at Neji's age, would not have had to step onto the Naihe Bridge.

But once you start, there's no coming back.

"You can't get out of there unscathed on your own."

Madara's words became more and more serious, but the boy did not seem to waver at all.

"No one there can care about the life or death of a foreign kid."

Uchiha Madara looked threatening, he narrowed his eyes dangerously, not wanting to miss any changes on Neji's face.

"That's all, it's up to you."

"Izuna, teach him how to use chakra."

Madara sighed helplessly, as if he could already foresee Neji's tragic death before his eyes.

But even so, the young man with the white eyes showed no fear at all.

It is said that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, but this sentence obviously does not work for Neji.

Although he has never been on the front line of the battlefield, the young man is living in a war for survival every day.

According to Sanmu Shu's description before his death, as long as the employer paid enough money, he would dare to break into the battlefield where desperate fighting was going on, even though a hail of arrows could take his frail life away at any time.

But the amount that the boy considered sufficient was just a few insignificant bills.

"I won't hold you back."

Neji kept repeating these words.

No matter how many times Izuna hinted at him, he would only respond like this.

"At least...at least heal your wounds first..."

Every time Neji changed the bandage, Izuna would hide aside. After all, he was a ninja who had experienced the baptism of war, but for the first time, he felt that he should praise life.

There were intricate scars, old and new, piled up together. The new wounds were still bleeding, and some of the old wounds had already festered - even the few that had healed looked like they were about to tear apart.

The most horrifying thing is the circular scar on the boy’s chest.

Izuna couldn't imagine what kind of attack could leave such a mark on a person.

Even when the bodies were being recovered, such brutality was rare - if other things were added to it, it would be unprecedented.

It's a miracle that I'm still alive.

"This level...is not a problem."

Ningji concentrated the chakra in his palm, and light green chakra that did not belong to this era appeared on his palm.

It was a magical ninjutsu that could promote wound healing and stop bleeding. Even Senju Tobirama had never seen it before - it made Izuna proud for several days.

But Neji always said that this was not created by him - but in Izuna's opinion, it was obviously not.

Every time he wanted to deny it, he would see the boy looking out the window with eyes he could not understand.

"This was invented by... the people of Senju."

A very great woman who had not yet appeared in this era created it and saved many human lives.

Izuna didn't know if this was possible. How could a technique that even Senju Tobirama had never heard of be created by Senju?

But since Neji didn't want to say it, Izuna didn't force it.

He was not an evil ghost, and it was a bit too much for him to look for trouble when the other party had no ill intentions.

Night always comes before morning.

The resumption of war is often the quiet before morning.

The moon was like a hook, hanging in the sky, surrounded by turbid clouds. The bloody smell that remained from the previous days had not yet dissipated, and it was time to replenish the surplus.

It was night, Uchiha time.

It could also be Hyuga's time.

Uchiha Madara was not a hypocritical person. Since he agreed, he arranged the people in the queue openly.

He and Izuna acted separately.

He followed his father Tajima, while Izuna provided support from behind.

And now, his younger brother Izumi and his nominal adopted son stood side by side in the left front of the second line. They had to separate temporarily until night fell again.

This is the best decision.

Uchiha Madara no longer looked back and followed his father's footsteps.

After all, a person's power is limited, and he cannot protect everyone.

The two dead brothers are the best example.

But if I become a little stronger, I can protect more people.

But now, he is not strong enough.

Unable to defeat Hashirama, he could only pin his hopes on the word "believe".

The mountains are undulating, the shadows of the trees overlap, and the sound of flowing streams can be heard in the distance.

It should have been a beautiful sight, but there was no one to appreciate it.

The ninjas were tense and had their ears perked up, hiding behind tree trunks, in caves, or behind boulders.

They are not afraid, they are just waiting quietly.

Wait for an opportunity to kill the enemy without leaving a single piece of armor.

In just a blink of an eye, the flames spread along the leaves, along the sand, along the stream, and rushed straight to the sky where the moon was hanging.

The moon seemed tired, so it packed its bags and left silently, leaving behind a bustling scene in this world.

Swords and swords flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Silence is only the prologue, and the protagonist is now poking her head out from behind the scenes. She swings her golden curly hair and dances in a charming way, but the moment she steps on stage, she opens her bloody mouth and swallows everything.

Similar creatures, fighting each other because they are wearing different clothes.

In the front were the Senju controlling the green branches and the Uchiha emitting flames.