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

"That guy's father is a genius ninja."

“Even if you don’t do anything, you still have talent.”

Every time Rin expressed her admiration for Kakashi, Obito would follow up with this sentence.

You can succeed without doing anything.

Because there is talent.

But among those who watched the white-haired boy practicing day and night, he was also one of them.

Just mentioning Hatake Kakashi, Obito didn't know how to describe him.

Rival, but also friend...?

But in short, it must be a different feeling from the one he has for Lin.

"If it's not the former, it might be the latter."

Children in their teens have not even fully developed physically, so it is too early for them to talk about love at this time.

"Absolutely... Impossible!"

"I must like Lin! It can't be anything else!"

The conversation between Rin and Kakashi was interrupted by grandma and the clan leader.

But after lunch, it started again.

Obito always looked like he wanted to explain something.

What he cares about is probably not like or dislike.

Lunch time always goes by quickly, and growing children eat even faster.

Ningji reached out and carefully put away the porcelain bowls on the table one by one.

He walked to the sink with steady steps and gently placed the porcelain bowls in the sink.

Neji turned on the rusty faucet, and clear water poured down like a waterfall, splashing crystal clear water.

It fell on the porcelain bowl, making a series of impact sounds.

The sound of the gurgling water, with a coolness that was not typical of summer, fell into the ears of the two people present.

The chirping of cicadas and the sound of wind were replaced by the sound of washing dishes, but there were also a few bird calls passing through the yard.

Neji raised his head, his eyes passed through the window and fell on the corridor of the main house. The sun shone down, illuminating the entire corridor, and everything seemed so peaceful and tranquil. He stared at the scenery outside the window quietly, his thoughts gradually drifting away...

There are some thoughts that you will no longer have after you reach a certain age.

"Ah."

Neji whispered back.

He will never have the little thoughts that Obito has now in his life.

The soil is destroyed long before the little sprouts sprout.

"In the afternoon, the sun will be smaller."

Obito was also happy to skip the previous topic - after all his persuasion, the other party admitted that he liked Rin.

As for Kakashi, this kind of thing? The sun looks really big right now! "

"After noon, the sun will only become more frightening."

Although Obito's grades were not very good, he still knew some basic common sense.

For example, the hottest time of the day is around 1 or 2 o'clock in the afternoon, when the ground absorbs sufficient heat and releases energy mercilessly.

"Who knows?"

He stared intently at the tattered bowl in his hand, and through it he saw the past.

The edge of the bowl is covered with gaps of various sizes and shapes. They are traces left by the years, silently telling stories of the past.

After long years of baptism and polishing, these originally sharp gaps have gradually been smoothed out and become rounded and smooth.

How much has it witnessed? How much has it carried in life? Perhaps on a cold and hungry night, it was once filled with hot food, bringing warmth and satisfaction to the owner; or perhaps on a lively and festive occasion, it was used to hold fine wine and delicacies, sharing joy and happiness.

The Uchiha bowl, like all the Uchiha people, was left in Konoha.

Originally, washing dishes was a job that was taken in by the old man and Obito in turn, but now Neji, who was taken in, took over the job on his own initiative.

Living under someone else's roof, of course.

"You also think this bowl is broken!"

In the past few days, grandma had been using other bowls, but today, she used this slightly old set of tableware.

"But grandma likes this one very much."

“It will be used on the last day of every week.”

Once a week is actually a very subtle number.

I feel sad when I use it too much, but I miss it inexplicably when I don’t use it.

It appeared once a week.

The tattered bowl, apart from the chips and wear, has the Uchiha fan printed on the bottom.

The iconic round fan records decades of time.

The bowl is plain in color, with nothing else except the round fan.

Neji knew this bowl. He had seen this style of bowl when he was Uchiha Madara's adopted son.

"Bowls like this are said to be no longer produced."

"Even the master who first made this bowl passed away early."

Obito poked his head up, took the bowl that Neji had washed, wiped it dry and placed it neatly in the cupboard.

When the clan leader is replaced, it is natural to eliminate the traces left by the previous generation.

This is understandable.

This is the bowl that Neji used when he ate with the consul-in-law.

At that time, even if the bowls were just missing a little bit of the rim or the color had become unclear, a new batch would be delivered the next day.

The colors are vibrant and flawless.

It can be called a work of art.

The Uchiha who made the bowl was a strong man who looked still young. He came to the main house with his beloved work.

When I go back, I will probably complain to my spouse and children about the extravagance of my family - even the bowls they use are so particular.

Then they would sell the collected old bowls to people around them at a low price out of care.

...

"Obito! Could you please buy me some ingredients for dinner?"

When the old man woke up from his nap, it was already cloudy.

Just as Neji had said, it really did get cooler in the afternoon.

“How is this done... It’s amazing!”

The boy leaned against the window in confusion, thinking to himself:

"It's really strange! When I saw it this morning, the sky was clear and blue, with no clouds in the sky! How come it turned so gloomy in the blink of an eye just after noon?"

He frowned slightly and stared at the gray clouds, trying to see through them to see the secrets hidden behind them.

There was something else Obito wanted to know more than how quickly the weather was changing.

Can those white eyes really see through all the hypocrisy in the world?

This cool feeling is a bit strange.

Could it be that those eyes...really have this magical power?

"It's just the wind direction that blows the clouds over."

"!You can read minds!"

would not.

"Oh ho ho, it's so nice to be getting along well."

Grandma stood quietly by, her wrinkled hands gently reaching into her pockets, groping for something.

In just a moment, a small purple bag appeared in her hand.

This coin purse looks a bit old. Its original bright colors have long faded, replaced by a dull tone, as if it had been covered by a gray veil of time.

Its edges were badly worn and even slightly cracked in some places, but grandma still held it in her hand as if it were a treasure.

Coins and banknotes are packed separately and make completely different sounds when taken out.

The grandmother did not say a word about what the dinner was made of, she just stuffed the coins into her grandson's hand.

He looked at Neji and said, "How about you come with us?"

"Grandma, that's too much money!"

Obito reminded from the side - is their family a very wealthy one?

Obviously not!

Grandma smiled gently, not because her eyes were blurry and she couldn't see clearly.

"Go buy some proper clothes. It's not right to keep wearing my old clothes."

"Young people should always go out for a walk."

It seems that Patriarch Fugaku had talked about a lot of old things with grandma this morning.

This time it should not only be the clan leader's concern for grandma, but also grandma's care for the younger generation.

The old woman was a little hunchbacked, and she stood there like a doll.

Kind and gentle.

It also possesses power that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Fugaku's grandmother, the servant, was a relative of the old man.

The relationship is neither too close nor too distant and can only be described as just right.

Logically speaking, there would be nothing much to say about such a relationship by the time of Fugaku's generation.

But since the clan leader likes to bring up old things, she won't be stingy.

Furthermore, the old man who has been busy all his life has now found something else he wants to do in addition to taking care of his grandson's growth.

Young people always want to go out and walk.

But he is not a young person, so grandma doesn’t know.

But it doesn’t matter, isn’t it enough as long as you look young now?

The time lost in the turmoil is now quietly returning to the old man.

The purple purse was not heavy, but it was enough.

What is contained in it is the livelihood of himself and his grandson, but it is more than that.

...

Neji was going to refuse, and he did.

He recognized the small bag, the favorite gadget of the Uchiha nobles back in the day.

Now that it has been handed over to my grandmother and has become like this, it must have its own ups and downs.

Although according to Obito's description, this family still has a high status within the Uchiha family, their actual financial status cannot be fully determined in just a few days.

Just living under someone else's roof is already a lot of trouble for grandma.

But in the end, Neji still walked on the streets of Konoha with Obito who was holding the money.

There is no other reason, one person cannot fight against two people.

The purest kindness between people is something Neji rarely sees, and it is also the most difficult to refuse.

“Lettuce, beef, and soy sauce...”

"Ah! There's an old lady!"

The weather was no longer hot, and the boy instantly felt full of energy. He was completely different from the man who was rolling around on the tatami in the morning.

"Let me help you cross the street!"

Children like Lee - but Obito would slowly help the other child across the road, while Lee would directly carry the old lady on his back.

Just follow Obito around the village and your merits will increase automatically.

It took nearly two hours just to buy food - the good deeds he did in these two hours were almost as much as what Neji had done in half his lifetime.

When a person spends most of his time practicing and traveling, the time he spends interacting with people will be drastically reduced.

This probably applies to everyone.

"Eggs, celery, and..."

"Ah! Buy one get one free on the sweet chestnut and red bean cake!"

The boy's eyes were shining, and even his soul was attracted by the red bean cake beside him.

But he stood still and only dared to look at her a few times.

No, no, no, he is the host today! Be a good kid with self-control!

How could I be attracted by a buy one get one free offer on red bean cakes? !