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

If regret does not happen now, it will happen in the near future.

He comes and goes without a trace, changing rapidly and hard to detect. He will also take advantage of the opportunity to attack people when they are least aware.

Ningji almost watched the Akatsuki organization build up step by step.

Watching the child who had grown up in the "002 Narrative", starving and living a wild life with himself, become a qualified leader of the organization.

In Neji's era, Akatsuki was synonymous with war.

But the Akatsuki organization led by Yahiko exudes a desire for peace.

To achieve peace without resorting to force.

It's like the unrealistic fantasy of a young child.

But it is often these unrealistic things that can arouse most people's original intentions.

He went from being a listener to a spectator.

Standing in a corner of the Rain Village, hiding in the shadows.

"002."

Awakening as usual.

"Host, I am here."

"If Yahiko hadn't died now, would there be no mercenary organization Akatsuki in the future?"

The answer is of course no.

The driving force of the times and history can never be determined by one person.

There was a man in this world who placed his eyes on Nagato and easily changed the boy's life.

So is this the choice of history and the times?

Is this Nagato's fate?

Do not joke.

Neji didn't wait for 002's answer. He formed a seal with his hands again and disappeared from where he was before.

It was easier than expected to mark Nagato and Yahiko with the Flying Thunder God Mark.

That day, Konan took Jiraiya up the mountain, which was the best opportunity.

It could be done easily by just using a kunai to gently scratch the skin of two unconscious people.

Jiraiya might be familiar with Tobirama's mark - or he might not be aware of it yet.

As a result, four years later, the Flying Thunder God Mark is still well and truly on Yahiko and Nagato.

As for Xiaonan, it’s even simpler.

Just thinking of Konan, Neji would feel inexplicably guilty.

As Noratoki, he made a bamboo hat for Konan, and she still keeps it.

Any number of Ningji can make a similar hat, but for Konan, it was the last one.

There will never be a chance to get anything from my non-blood brother.

And the encounter was not entirely beautiful.

Neji was dressed in the clothes of a vendor, crouching behind the stall.

Konan, who is already a veteran member of the Akatsuki organization, is no longer the girl who only stays on the top of the mountain and cries in despair.

She always holds her head high and walks leisurely and naturally on the street, either detecting crises or looking for opportunities.

This is the child that Neji has watched grow up - he has become the same age as himself.

The age of sixteen is the most prone to premature death.

A newbie, with some strength, but not much

Anyone with extraordinary talent and genius will inevitably be targeted.

It is lucky for the three of them to be able to reach this point.

It seems that the mark of the Flying Thunder God can be marked with only chakra.

This was something Neji only discovered this year - originally he had always followed Tobirama's method, creating physical marks first and then doing the chakra marking.

However, the chakra of the gentle fist can still mark something even if it is not carried by ninja tools or ninjutsu. You just need to be careful when throwing it out.

If you are not careful, the mark you just made will be destroyed by chakra.

Konan walked by Neji's stall in her robe.

Rows of bamboo hats are neatly arranged; they are essential daily necessities in the Rain Village.

Although most villagers know how to weave, their own weaving is often not as good as that done outside.

Xiaonan couldn't help but look back, and the exquisitely woven hat attracted her attention.

Once upon a time, there was someone who could also weave such a beautiful bamboo hat.

Those hands clearly don't look like they were used to make a hat.

The more I look at this hat, the more it looks like it was woven by that person...even the details at the end that ordinary people wouldn't notice have been handled meticulously.

She couldn't help but spy on the stall owner's appearance

If Nora were still alive, he would probably be a young man now.

The girl prayed like this, hoping that the person hiding behind the stall was a young man.

He should have white eyes and black hair, sitting there like a porcelain doll...

The result always disappoints Xiaonan.

The person sitting behind the stall was not Yeliang.

It was a dark-skinned boy with brown hair.

He looks only about fourteen or fifteen years old.

He was wearing a white shirt, with only the edges of his sleeves having black wave-like patterns.

This dress must have been worn for some time.

The white parts had turned yellow from washing - but all the wear and tear had been meticulously repaired.

"Boss, do you need to buy a hat?"

"200 yuan each."

The boy's voice was crisp and full of youthful vigor.

Not like that guy at all.

They are just residents of Rain Village that can be seen everywhere.

"No thanks."

Xiaonan withdrew his gaze with a little disappointment and continued walking forward.

She always felt that Nora was watching them somewhere in the village.

As long as you walk around the village more often, you will see him again one day.

Xiaonan had a question in her heart. This question was like a heavy stone pressing on her heart, making her restless day and night. She wanted to speak it out countless times, but every time the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back. Because the person who could give her the answer never showed up.

She had searched hard in the vast sea of ​​people, hoping to meet that person by chance; she had also prayed silently in the dead of night, hoping that God would bless her and let her find that person who could solve her doubts as soon as possible. However, fate always seemed to like to play tricks on people, and no matter how hard Xiaonan tried, she never got what she wanted.

They're not abandoned children, are they?

Every night when it was quiet, such questions would repeatedly appear in Xiaonan's mind.

"Whether we are together or not, we are companions."

But what is a companion?

Nora's response was ambiguous, and only Konan caught a glimpse of it.

He won't come back.

At least, not now.

"We are not abandoned children, Xiaonan."

Yahiko just raised his head and saw the distraught girl in front of him, and he knew what she was going to do today.

"Never."

"No one can abandon us, not even ourselves."

Yahiko said this as he pulled out a scroll from his pocket.

"Nagato, Konan, come and see!"

Nagato walked out of the kitchen at the side of the house, carrying lunch for the three of them.

The hot mist spread over Nagato's face, stopping at the purple Rinnegan that was exposed on one side.

"What is this? It has the logo of Hanzo of the Salamander!"

Nagato carefully placed three bowls of noodle soup on the table, pushed one bowl to Yahiko, one bowl to Konan, and left the other bowl in front of himself.

"Woo...woof!"

Under the slightly old wooden table, a large dog was curled up, its eyes fixed on its owner, and it whimpered from time to time, as if expressing its unbearable hunger.

The voice revealed eagerness and desire, urging the owner to prepare food for it quickly.

"I'll get you your meal now, little one."

The name "Xiaobudian" seems to be somewhat out of date.

This dog has nothing to do with its name.

A long table for four people can barely cover such a big dog.

The remaining noodles in the iron pot became the little kid's meal.

The food Nagato eats is not enough to feed the little one now.

With a slight sound, the mysterious scroll slowly unfolded. It was as if time had frozen at this moment, and everything around became exceptionally quiet.

Yahiko stared intently at the scroll in front of him. He gently stretched out his fingers and carefully touched the edge of the scroll.

At this moment, an alluring aroma wafted into his nose. It turned out to be a bowl of steaming hot noodles placed in front of Yahiko. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. This familiar taste made him feel extremely satisfied.

Yahiko put down the scroll in his hand, picked up the chopsticks, and skillfully picked up a mouthful of noodles. The thin noodles drew a graceful arc in the air, and then fell steadily into his mouth. While chewing, the chewiness of the noodles and the deliciousness of the soup blended perfectly, making him intoxicated.

The warmth of the food flowed down from the mouth into the stomach. This was the happiness of the Rain Kingdom.

"It was just delivered by Ninja Hawk."

Yahiko was chewing rice and his words were unclear.

Konan and Nagato also leaned over to take a look.

The content was very simple, just an ordinary declaration of war.

Oh no, this is for Salamander Hanzo.

For ordinary people, it should just be an invitation to meet.

"Hanzo...?"

"He's planning something."

I'm afraid the Akatsuki organization is being targeted.

"It's definitely not a good thing..."

Although the matter was urgent, Nagato still thought that the noodles were delicious today.

"Even if it's a bad thing, we can't escape it."

Yahiko also felt that today's noodles were delicious, and his mouth was always filled with food.

"Yahiko is right. This is not something that can be solved by running away."

Not only did Konan think Yahiko was right, she also thought that the noodles Nagato made today were particularly delicious.

No matter what happens, eat well.

This is what Nora taught them through his own actions.

No money, no life threatened...

They saw with their own eyes that Yeliang picked wild vegetables on the roadside and caught birds and animals flying in the sky.

Using the unskilled fire escape technique, he set up a stove - in the back, the ninjas were fighting, and in the front, they were eating.

“Whether it’s good or bad, you won’t know until you go there.”

"Nagato, another bowl please!"

Yahiko's bowl was empty, and Nagato's pot was also empty.

"have nothing left."

"Um?!"

Even the tiny bowl was empty.

Obviously, the amount of rice today is the same as yesterday.

Nagato finished the remaining noodles in the bowl with confusion.

I really want another bowl.

...

"Nagato will become what he is now."

"It's because I summoned the Outer Path Golem."

Konan was telling the story seriously, but was interrupted by Yahiko.

"I never thought that would be the last day I would eat Nagato's cooking..."

“The noodles that day were really delicious…”

What kind of noodles is more important than what Nagato has become now!?

Uzumaki Naruto also wanted to have a bite.