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

"Meow!"

The kitten ran away, leaving behind a trail of cat hair.

The child was so frightened that he turned translucent - all the hair on his body stood up.

“It really appeared suddenly!”

Above the kitten are branches, and lush leaves surround the entire space.

The old lady's eyesight didn't seem to be very good, and she had to use some effort to see Neji clearly.

He was a child not much older than his grandson.

He looks only about sixteen or seventeen years old.

This is where Obito often comes to play. It is a remote place and few people visit except little Obito.

He wasn't wearing a ninja forehead protector - but his eyes were a strange color.

It seems to be...a child from the Hyuga family in the village.

But this person's appearance is really familiar.

The old lady inevitably thinks of someone.

He is still an Uchiha, but when he was an Uchiha, he appeared in the Uchiha clan territory.

It was the child brought back by Lord Madara - at that time Lord Madara was not yet the patriarch of the clan, but only the future heir.

White eyes, with a unique magic.

Just putting it there can make people feel a different atmosphere.

It's an aura different from that of Uchiha. This is not an Uchiha child.

He is natural, generous and calm.

Like a piece of white marble, it can cut the enemy's throat in the next second.

Those eyes were beautiful and dangerous. Once you saw them, you would never forget them.

It's that person's eyes.

"Neji..."

The old lady called softly, the voice was so subtle that no one else would be able to hear it.

They look the same, are the same age, and even the details of their eyes are exactly the same.

But she is no longer her mother's daughter. Now she is an old grandmother with faded looks and difficulty walking.

I can't see clearly and I can't hear clearly.

But it was this pair of useless eyes that caught the slight tremor in the boy's white eyes.

It is the reaction a person has when his or her name is called.

It is the physical experience accumulated over half a lifetime.

Is it just a coincidence that they have the same name?

Memories poured out like running water, filling up most of the old man's body.

At that time, she had just given birth to a child and was taken to the countryside to recuperate and avoid the war.

Although his family was not a core member of the Uchiha clan, thanks to his mother being the consul of the main family, he received special care from the clan leader.

That day, she knelt outside the room and listened to her mother inside making a request to the clan leader, Tajima:

"Please! I only have this one daughter!"

Tajima didn't care. It wasn't a request to him at all.

"Let's take them to the countryside! There are affiliated Uchiha families there who can help take care of them."

"You have worked hard over the years, so there is no need to be so reserved."

It was just a matter of words for Uchiha Tajima, but for them, it was a huge gift.

The old woman remembered that she was crying outside the door, tears falling uncontrollably - not only herself, but also the baby in her belly had a chance to survive.

The child's father died on the battlefield after their last meeting.

The person she loved so much, it was just an ordinary separation, but it became a farewell forever.

She is both unfortunate and lucky.

This is the last time we meet, leaving behind the child in your belly.

It’s also the last thought.

A woman whose husband has died and who is not a ninja has almost no way to survive in this era.

But he survived thanks to his mother.

She was crying, and vaguely saw an Uchiha member wearing red armor, carrying something white and walking towards the room where Tajima was.

She quickly wiped away her tears, and then she saw clearly that the person coming was Tajima's eldest son, Uchiha Madara.

"Hello, Master Madara."

Bowing and greeting is the only thing people like them can do.

"Well, is father here?"

This was a question asked despite knowing the answer, but it also saved her face.

What Tajima was dealing with was nothing else but her.

"Mother is inside asking Master Tajima for help...regarding the matter of this child."

"Ah."

Madara responded as he passed the woman in two or three steps. The armor swayed as its owner walked, making sounds that belonged to war.

The blood on it should have been wiped off, leaving only a faint smell of blood.

Master Madara was standing at the door of Tajima's room, carrying a young man in white clothes.

He was waiting for the consul to come out.

This was not the treatment a servant deserved, nor was it the respect a servant deserved - even among the Uchiha, it was only slightly better than outsiders.

But when it comes to respecting people, the patriarch's family has always done a good job.

The position of patriarch deserves to fall to the Tajima family, the woman couldn't help but think.

At least as a servant, she felt that Tajima and his children were the best choice - no doubt about it.

As she was thinking, she came face to face with the person Madara was carrying.

The person in coma is a boy.

Fair complexion, long hair, dark eyelashes...

Like the porcelain dolls my mother keeps at home, they have a classic feel.

It would be great if her children could grow up to be as beautiful as this.

The woman was shocked by her own thoughts - no, no, no, although the child's father is not very good-looking, the most important thing is that the child looks like his father.

Strange thoughts popped up one after another, and she didn't even notice when her mother came out and when the boy went in.

We met again a few days later.

She was packing her bags and preparing to set off when she heard that Master Ban had a new son.

She wanted to see who was spreading rumors here! How could Master Ban be such an indecent person?

The three-month pregnant woman picked up the washboard beside her and was about to walk back.

"You don't want to go to the country?"

The accompanying midwife covered her mouth and whispered a reminder.

"We'll talk about it later!"

"Today I want to see who is spreading rumors about Master Ban!"

"no..."

Before the midwife could finish her words, the woman had disappeared.

"Let's see if you can still walk as fast as this when you're six months old!"

The midwife cursed under her breath and chose to follow.

The woman strode forward with her head held high, as if she was determined to find the mastermind behind the incident.

But it was not the so-called mastermind behind the scenes that made the woman stop.

But he is Master Ban’s adopted son.

The young man I saw that day was not wearing white clothes today, but an Uchiha clan robe.

Dressed like a servant - no, not even a servant.

The Uchiha clan's servants all have clan emblems on their clothes.

But he is Master Ban’s adopted son.

The pure white eyes revealed this person's identity.

A child's appearance always follows that of his parents.

But the child in front of him looked completely different from Uchiha Madara.

"It is said that he is the adopted son brought back by Master Madara."

The midwife finally caught up with the woman.

"I gave it a name, Neji."

"It's the kid who was lingering over there at the Senju place before, that Nora."

"Some people even call him the Uchiha Killer! Tsk tsk, such a young kid!"

The woman stood there in a daze, staring blankly at those eyes.

She probably could not forget those pure white eyes, which opened up a whole new space in her world.

"Neji..."

What kind of parents would name their child like that?

The woman was thinking about it when the midwife grabbed her hand.

"Okay! Now that you've seen it, let's go!"

"It will be dark if we don't leave now!"

...

"grandmother!"

"grandmother!"

The old man's memories were interrupted by his grandson.

It is impossible for a person to fall from the sky, at least, not an ordinary person.

But Neji is probably not an "ordinary person".

When Konoha was born, she was taken back to the village.

Everything here is new, including the small grave mound.

Neji is dead.

But for some reason, she always felt that Neji was still alive.

Unlike her husband, this child doesn't look like someone who would die easily.

The answer was in his eyes.

Just like the person in front of me.

"Alright, alright, Obito."

The old man touched his grandson's cheek lovingly.

"It must be someone who is lost."

“It appeared suddenly!”

Little Obito persisted.

"Maybe you just saw it wrong?"

He! A young boy! Although he hasn't opened his Sharingan yet! But! How could Uchiha Obito make mistakes about such a big man! ?

But Obito still gave in.

"Okay, maybe I saw it wrong..."

The teenager has reached the age where he can judge what is possible and what is impossible.

Anyway, it's ridiculous that people can just appear out of thin air.

What if someone is lost?

"My name is Obito, and this is my grandma!"

Obito chose to introduce himself.

But the lost person did not respond.

He rubbed his hand over his arm - where there was a tattoo.

"002...?"

Could it be an experimental subject that escaped from the laboratory of some evil doctor? !

Uchiha Obito grew up listening to the legend of Orochimaru.

If you don't obey, you will be captured by the evil Orochimaru and taken to the laboratory to be made into a monster!

But even though the person in front of me doesn't have the same eye color as me, he's a child of the Hyuga family! There's nothing wrong with having whiter eyes!

"Is that your name?"

Obito's hand gently stroked the top of Neji's head.

"No need to be afraid anymore..."

When Obito saw the lost person, his tattooed arms were almost rubbed raw.

"Come home with us, no one can take you away!"

"Not even the evil Dr. Orochimaru!"

Obito has always been a child with a strong sense of justice.

His grandmother also always taught him to be a kind person.

The boy made his decision, but looked at his grandmother tentatively.

"Do what you think is right, Obito."

The old man smiled gently, his eyes full of approval.

It’s a pity that this kind old man is not thinking about kindness, helpfulness or anything else right now.

Now they are the only ones who can protect him.

There was no way the Hyuuga would let a clan member this big be left wandering around without a caged bird.

That caged bird should never have landed on this child.

Or it could be a child that an old woman falls in love with before she actually becomes a mother, and the maternal love that has been buried for many years bursts out in a subtle manner.

She wanted the child to live freely.

Opportunity, only this time.

There is no other her in the world.