Naruto's caged bird

"Heart" hurts, how to heal it?

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Hizashi woke up. Three Inches of the World .yanqingshu. I don’t know how long I slept, as if I had experienced something that I couldn’t remember clearly.

Shaking his head, he vaguely remembered eating lunch cooked by his mother with his family today as usual.

Then, I heard the footsteps of "Kata, Kata~~" coming from outside the house.

Then there was the sound of his father, Hinata Himasa, arguing with the two people in the living room, very loudly. However, judging from the situation, it seems that Dad failed to win in the end?

As a result, he was taken away! !

I seemed to still see my mother's worried and unbearable eyes when I left, and my father Hinata Himasa frowned and didn't look at me. He just frowned like my brother.

On this day, in front of his parents, he was called by the family elders to participate in some kind of ceremony. "Well, a dark ceremony."

My head hurts just thinking about it. It hurts, it hurts so much that I lose my energy.

Hizashi shook his head violently again, feeling that his brain was shaking inside.

He seemed to be seriously ill. Hizashi had never felt this way before in his two lifetimes. It felt like my soul had been forcibly pulled away, as if half of the three souls and seven souls were missing. Although I couldn't die, it was still quite uncomfortable. Suddenly he laughed bitterly and joked to himself: "I am sick for the first time in this life, I don't know how much food I have to eat to make up for it"!

I got up and wanted to wash my face and wake up!

"Danglang~~"! !

The moment he looked in the mirror, Hizashi dropped everything in his hands. Looking at it like that, touching the mark on my forehead with stiff fingers, it felt so fresh and pricking.

Perhaps, the skin on the forehead has not adapted to those foreign objects, so it always feels a bit painful when touched.

Standing quietly and looking at the image in the mirror, Hizashi seemed to gradually remember what he had experienced before waking up:

"Hyuga Hizashi?" "From the 21st century?" "Family, caged bird?" "Fate, ending?"...

I always thought that the way I was "now" was still small and young and I didn't need to care;

I also thought that my time traveling would change my fate from the “previous” one;

I also thought I might not experience “those” things that weren’t mine;

What I thought ended up being "I thought"...

Looking at the calendar next to the table, "The page on the 21st has already been torn off."

Today is already the 22nd.

It turns out that "today" is no longer what I thought, but yesterday was the day when I carved a caged bird! !

I seemed to have slept all day.

"Hoo!!" Take a deep breath, "Hoo!!" Breathe loudly, "Hoo!!" Fierce memories! !

After taking a serious look at himself in the mirror, the boy in the mirror did not smile, nor did he sigh that the reborn body looked pretty good. Looking at myself in the mirror like that, the dark caged bird on my forehead is so real, always reminding me of the fate of my situation.

Pick up the pen on the table and write "Twenty-One" on the white wall.

At the age of six, the division of the clan was completely established.

When I was six years old, in the once peaceful century, I just played around after class every day, rolled hoops, ran all over the mountain, chased and made people crazy!

Why worry about your own shitty fate?

Six years old, this is the real ninja world, full of helplessness and cruelty even if there is no blood.

I wonder how many people have their future destiny determined at this age or even younger?

Even in Konoha, the richest and most peaceful place in the ninja world, what does this determined fate mean to a child who is only six years old?

A high-sounding reason?

At this moment, Hizashi, a man of two generations, has never been so calm and thinking about his situation so seriously:

It is no longer the kind of time like in the previous life, when even though you know that if you don’t work hard, you will not be able to pass the school, you will not have a good job, you will fall behind others, etc., but you still don’t work hard.

"Cage Bird" has been engraved on the forehead, and the knife has been placed on the neck. It is only a matter of time. Destiny will proceed according to the plot. Hinata Hizashi will eventually replace Hinata Hizashi for the "brotherhood" and that "bullshit peace" And die! !

"Hmm"! !

Get your mood in order and organize everything.

The moment he turned around, Hizashi smiled! He smiled and left this room, which now only had one tatami. It now only belonged to him.

destiny!

Hizashi came to the restaurant and chewed the food covered by the table. He was hungry! !

I must have not eaten for a day, but the food on the table seemed to be cold!

It was already past dinner time, and it would be dark in another three hours.

Hinata Yuan hurried in from outside the living room carrying various fresh foods he had just bought. He saw Hizashi chewing and swallowing and walked away quickly.

He squatted down, hugged Hizashi tightly in his arms, and gently stroked the marks that were not his own during childbirth.

In the end, the only one who really cares about me is "mom".

"Mom, stop touching it, it hurts!" The curse mark on his forehead seems to have not fully grown yet, and there is always a slight stinging pain when touched.

"Well, well, it's okay, Hizashi, it's okay!!" Hinata took away the hand that touched the wound, and comforted softly after leaving the thing that was not given by him. It seems to be telling Hizashi, no matter what you have gone through, you are still my favorite son.

Hizashi, a small man, leaned on his mother's shoulder and gently smelled his mother's hair.

Very warm and smells great! !

I still vaguely remember the rest of that day:

Mother Hinata Yuan turned around and walked to the cabinet in the living room, opened the drawer and took out the "gift" that she had already prepared?

"Hizashi~, come here!"

My mother, Hyuga Gen, gently called me not far away, asking me to go to her. I only saw a beautiful and comfortable smile on my mother's face, which was very beautiful.

When I walked in, I saw that my lovely mother Genko was holding a pure white silk ribbon in her hand, with a light white Hyuga emblem embroidered on it to remember the needlework pattern.

That's my favorite color.

"White", white is pure, natural, pure and refined, like the "white pleated skirt" flying in the dream, very clean.

This seemed to be a forehead band carefully embroidered by her mother Hinata Yuan in advance, and there was only so much she could do.

Thinking about it, Hyuga Geng gently tied the forehead band on Hizashi's forehead with a "bow". The white ribbon just covered the dark marks.

Hizashi looked at his mother Hyuga Gen with a gentle smile, holding the mirror in her hand towards Hizashi, seemingly very satisfied with his gift.

The pure white forehead band looks really good when tied on the forehead, giving Hizashi the feeling of being tied on the forehead only when he was struggling in the passionate anime. Just shake your body slightly and the pendant will dance with your black hair. There is an oriental beauty, like a fairy or a spirit.

Mother's forehead band seemed to be able to cover the dark curse mark on her forehead.

I looked at the mirror in front of me and shook my head continuously. Instantly, the flowing ribbons of black hair were flying, and the combination of black and white, coupled with the somewhat sickly complexion today, really gave him an air of immortality. Sitting in front of his mother, he looks like a little Taoist boy who has gained enlightenment in front of "Sister Guanyin"! ! !

The little Taoist boy with the white ribbon hanging down in the mirror smiled. Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel very happy - in this life, my mother loves me.

There was silence for a long time and looking at it for a long time.

Finally, I made up my mind.

Hizashi smiled and faced the mirror held up by his mother Hinata Gen. He gently moved his forehead with his hand - gradually revealing the dark caged bird curse mark on his forehead.

Finally, he pulled the white and clear ribbon completely to the top of his head, and held the two lightly dancing belt pendants with both hands.

Push hard, pull tight.

The long, slender black hair that was naturally scattered was squeezed between the white ribbons like a waterfall that was cut off at the waist, as if the "dead knot" was no longer flowing.

"Then, let's tie it into a ponytail," Hizashi explained to himself in the mirror, but he naturally saw the black color from the corner of his eyes.

Mother Hinata Yuan felt so sorry for "Sister Guanyin" that her tears seemed to be falling down.

Seeing my mother's suddenly sad and stunned expression at this moment, I suddenly couldn't bear to argue: "Thank you, Mom, but - I don't like the way my forehead is blocked~~, doesn't it look better this way??".

Hizashi tilted his head cutely and forced himself to show off the cute smile he once had. His ponytail was bouncing in front of his mother. Although the white ribbon was flying, the black hair was no longer flowing.

She shook her little head cutely, and the black hair that had turned into a ponytail was swaying slightly, looking strong and flexible. The dark curse mark on his forehead looked particularly cruel on the young man's childish and cute face.

On this day, the boy he once was was no longer there, and it was at this moment that he truly understood this side of the ninja world.

since that day--

Although, he still eats the "Genko pancakes" I made for breakfast every day; he still laughs and chats with me every day to make me happy; he still asks me to give him medicine when he is injured every day.

But I know that from that day on, I never slept in late or went to bed early; I never made jokes with my family; I never shouted to myself: "It hurts".

I wish that the little Hizashi at that time could come back...

"Genko Pancake" was named after Hizashi on his birthday.

It seems that I always remember everything that happened that day. "Yuanzi Diary - Yin Yue 22nd, Yin"

On the 22nd of the Yin month of the twenty-fourth year of Konoha, it was a cloudy day.

It seems that his brother has never had any trouble with him since that day...

From that day on, that naughty son looked at him with cold eyes...

A diary is such a good thing for remembering! ! !

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