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

Time was crushed into something Neji had never seen before.

Everything is full of chaos, only he still retains his human appearance.

The three words 002 were pasted on Ningji's arm, and the people and things around him were like a surging river.

Fast, violent, flowing past.

All Neji could do was hold on to the kunai and scroll in his hands.

Just don't lose it.

The last transmission is still fresh in my memory.

Neji clearly remembered that he had separated himself from his human identity.

Maybe 002 really optimized the teleportation plan. At least now, Neji feels that he can still be called a human being.

Although this is most likely just an illusion.

"Do you have a dream?"

There was a whisper in his ear, a voice that Neji was familiar with but he couldn't tell whose it was.

“Is this your dream?”

The sound continued, but Neji's perception of it could only remain at the level of "familiar".

Further ahead is an endless abyss where there is no desire at all.

He must know who the owner of the voice was, but he couldn't remember it at this moment.

Rather, Hyuga Neji had no desire to remember at all.

Not only to the owner of the voice, but also to everything at this moment.

As a human being, this perception is just an illusion.

"Tell me your dream."

The voice spoke for a third time, but still no answer came from Neji.

It seemed a little annoyed:

"Hurry up and answer me."

Neji remained silent.

He probably can't be called a human being now. He has no thoughts and no desires.

He ignored the voice simply because he had no desire to respond to it.

"You will regret this!"

"For your stupid decision today!"

The voice disappeared, but Neji felt no regret.

The scenes that passed by were all about Neji Hyuga's experiences when he was alive.

The sound just now might be one of them.

Neji wasn't interested.

He lacked "interest" at the moment.

Including doubts.

What a person cares about depends on what he wants.

Those who don't want anything won't care about anything.

After the voice complained and threatened, there was a long silence, until Neji was suddenly hit by something.

"He... killed Lin...?"

It was the young man's helpless and desperate whisper.

"No no no...Kakashi didn't kill him!"

"It was the people who put the tailed beast into Rin's body who did it."

"Something must be wrong with this world! Why would a hero cry in front of a memorial?!"

The boy's voice flowed along Neji's ears and into the depths of his soul.

The boy who was crying without making any sound. And Hyuga Neji.

Neji, deprived of his desires, now possessed emotions that did not belong to him.

He suddenly had vision and saw what had hit him.

A young man in strange black clothes was hiding in the bushes.

Following the boy's gaze, I saw another boy of similar age.

He was wearing ninja clothes and was wrapped in white gauze with bloodstains visible on it.

His white hair was wet by the drizzle, making him look very disheveled.

But the white-haired boy was silent. Neji could see him crying, but he couldn't hear him crying.

What Neji heard was the inner thoughts of the black-haired boy who was peeping from the side.

The two souls cried together at this moment, but the reasons for their crying were different.

"I lost my goggles."

“I also lost my future.”

The sound is changing, but you can still vaguely tell who the owner of the sound is.

It was the black-haired boy who was doing the improper act of peeping here.

The voice has become that of a young man.

"It's not me that's wrong, it's the world."

He expressed his dissatisfaction.

Neji's empty soul was almost completely filled with the emotions of the black-haired young man.

Regret, confusion...

Helpless, hopeless...

People cannot understand each other.

But if we were not human at this moment, would we be able to understand it a little better?

Neji stretched out his hand forward - the place where the black and white boy was was just hanging in front of Neji's eyes like a picture, not that he was actually there.

That world seemed to be covered with a film.

It feels cool to the touch, but soft.

But no matter how hard Neji tried, he couldn't touch the world, not even the air.

He couldn't really touch it, this was not his world.

Even the wind blowing by cannot do that.

But the boy's emotions became more intense, and the mumbling-like voice continued with no end in sight.

What is sour and astringent.

Neji has memories.

Standing in front of my father's grave, looking at my mother who committed suicide.

All the words were stuck in my throat and not a single sound could come out.

Seeing his former companions being bullied by ninjas from other villages, his leg bones were shattered - without the knowledge of ninjutsu, he could no longer realize his dream.

The caged bird on his forehead reminds him of his identity all the time.

The identity of "Hyuga branch" alone can easily determine his fate.

His life.

Despair has become the norm in memory.

At first, he seemed to doubt his own despair.

Why is the fate of the separated family members determined from the beginning? Why are the separated family members, who are treated like objects, called "family members"?

It is obvious that in the eyes of the clan members, the branch family members are not even human beings.

It wasn't until the day of the Chunin Exam that Neji felt relieved.

Chief Rizu handed over the scroll, saying that it contained the words his father left for him.

He was thirteen years old that year and his father had died nine years ago.

Why did it take him nine years to finally receive words from his father?

Who was the one who kept the scroll before?

He is the patriarch of the Sun tribe.

Neji remembered the openness in the eyes of the Hiashi clan leader when he looked up.

There is no doubt that Rizu has seen the contents of this scroll.

How did he do that? Neji didn't know.

What is this? It is nothing and everything.

It can be the control that the main family takes pride in over the branch family, or it can be the only choice that the branch family can make under the oppression of a caged bird.

He only knew that this was indeed the scroll left by his father.

The content is about a member of the Hyuga family who had to die, and his guidance to his son.

Despair permeates the entire scroll - a kind of despair that only those who have split up can understand.

That year, that day, that man, he had no choice.

Some are just dead ends.

He had a weak wife and a young son, but at this moment he was forced to die in place of his twin brother.

The reason is simple, his brother is from the main family, while he is from the branch family.

Hizashi's last wish was that his son would not live in the shadow all his life.

"I'm not dying for the Zong family."

"But for my only brother."

"For everyone I love in this world."

It's just the entertainment of the desperate.

A father who wants to live, who wants to accompany his children to grow up, and who wants to spend the rest of his life with his wife, has no choice but to die at this moment.

He still remembered his responsibilities. He had to educate his child well and cultivate Neji into... at least a happy person.

But the feeling of despair does not disappear because of Hiashi's thoughts. Instead, it is passed on to the next generation without hesitation in difficult situations.

The sapling of despair truly found nourishment in Neji's body.

It seems that no matter how hard you try, this world is a dead end.

Is it his fault?

The black-haired young man's voice brought Neji's emotions to a peak.

"It's not me that's wrong, it's the world."

Cold sweat ran down Neji's forehead, and the area on his hand where 002 was located felt like burning pain.

It’s not me that’s wrong, it’s the world.

It's this world that has the problem.

Neji reached out his hand again, as if he was bewitched by a demon.

But this time, time did not reject me.

The black-haired boy in strange clothes turned around with a stern face, and his black eyes happened to meet the white eyes.

Eye contact? How is that possible? It must be an illusion.

How should people in different time and space look at each other?

But in the blink of an eye, one of those eyes turned purple.

The vortex lingers in the purple eyes, bringing bottomless fear to those who look at it.

It was the same purple color as Nagato's Rinnegan.

The purple Samsara Eye that only belongs to Uchiha Madara

Blinking again, it turned back to black.

Neji was sucked into the time before him by a strange force, and suspicion towards the black-haired boy lingered throughout his body.

A sticky and moist touch arises spontaneously, like an illusion, or like a souvenir brought by an ominous sign.

Is that an illusion?

No, absolutely not.

These white eyes...may also be seeing things wrong.

The suspicion spread like wildfire, as if it was forcibly suppressed by a mysterious force.

Roll of the eyes... can it be wrong?

All doubts were suppressed to the point of abstraction, turning into a purple substance that slipped away from Neji.

Something disappeared.

Like desire, it slipped away quietly.

Now all that was left of Neji was despair and sadness—all caused by the mysterious black-haired young man.

...

"grandmother!"

"The cat turned into a human!!!"

The boy's voice was like the midday sun, shining and emitting the power to warm all things.

How can a cat turn into a human?

Neji was wondering - all the things he had lost returned to his body the moment he came into this world.

He became human again.

Living human beings.

Neji slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he felt was something moving beneath his abdomen.

It was warm and seemed to have grown hair.

He couldn't tell what state he was in when he fell, but it was obvious that he had crushed something.

The black-haired boy in front of him was different from the boy he had seen in Time Judgement.

It was a fierce and dark expression, the kind only someone who was rotting and stinking in a damp corner would have.

The person in front of me seems to be...

Uzumaki Naruto who has been basking in the sun.

The old lady's voice came from behind the black-haired boy.

"Ah la la! It really is!"

"The cat turned into a human."

A snow-white cat without a single stray hair poked its head out from under Neji, and then rushed into the dense grass beside it like a flash of white lightning. Its petite and nimble figure disappeared into the depths of the grass in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared.