[Hokage] Seven Reincarnations

When I saw the familiar ceiling again, saw the same scenery, and found that even the angle of the sun shining through the window was the same, an uncontrollable smile burst out from my throat, and I let out a loud voice. Laughing, laughing and laughing, tears fell silently into the white bedding, I cried.

What am I doing wrong?To repeat this ridiculous death again and again?

I just committed suicide by following my own volition.I want to decide the end of my life for myself, what's wrong with that?Why do I have to experience this cycle again and again?

If not even the pain is real, I even wonder if Uchiha Itachi read it to me for a month when he killed me, making me live forever in the three days before death.Of course, this is just an untenable explanation. I know that Tsukiyomi can't do this to this extent, or else the strongest illusion is Uchiha Itachi's.

The strongest illusion... don't be a god.That belongs to Zhishui.

The former Uchiha Nana was very envious of Shisui's Sharingan, and took the trouble to let Shisui show his eyes, and always touched the corner of Shisui's eyes, asking this question over and over again.

"When will I be able to open my eyes, brother? I also want to become a ninja like my brother. With Sharingan, I can become the pride of the Uchiha clan!"

She didn't know that opening her eyes meant losing her best friend or relative, no one would be willing to tell the truth to a little girl, even Shishui just swallowed a wry smile lightly.

"Even if Nana doesn't open her eyes, it can be done." Shisui would always squat down and look at Nana Uchiha when talking, "After all, you will always be the pride of my brother."

Shisui is the pride of the Uchiha clan, and the pride of Shisui is also the pride of the Uchiha clan.

At that time, Uchiha Nana had difficulty digesting the idea of ​​nesting dolls, and automatically brought into such an equation, so she finally smiled with satisfaction.

But such similar problems always trouble Uchiha Nana.After Itachi opened his eyes, Nana also pestered Brother Itachi to ask how to open his eyes.

"Keep your eyes open..." Brother Itachi would always think seriously about any problem, which made Nana anxiously waiting, "Sure enough, you still have to bear the pain, Nana don't need to worry now."

So she would ask about the opening of the eyes, but on this point, both Shisui and Itachi reached a consensus, and did not tell Nana about the process of opening the eyes.

I wept silently, only feeling that my throat was hoarse and hoarse, but I didn't want to move.The sound of knocking on the door came from a distance, no need to think, it must be Uchiha and them.I ignored it and covered my head with the quilt, trying to escape such a ridiculous scene.The more this happened, the more I felt that the knocking on the door was too loud. Finally, I gave up, freed myself from the quilt, and let the knocking on the door outside continue.

In the end, the door finally stopped ringing, but people broke in through the window, probably knocking on the door was just a symbolic politeness.I felt the arrival of people, the kind of sunlight that could still see the golden red when I closed my eyes was suddenly cast in the shadows, and there was a faint smell of iron in the room, which was the coldness of Kunai, shaking When the crisp impact sound.My mind goes back to yesterday evening when I was able to hit five kunai in the bull's eye at once.At the same time, the scene where Shimizu taught Uchiha Nana throwing skills once again surfaced.I sniffed and turned my head the other way, I didn't want to talk to them.

But in many cases, in many scenes, it is not something I can escape by actively escaping.For example, now, although I have shown the behavior of refusing to communicate with them, Uchiha and Kazuya will still talk to me, and they have more lines. The strong will feel pity for the weak. My condition will naturally be concerned.

"Don't sleep late, Nana. Did your brother come back last night? We have an urgent matter with him. Ah, by the way, the ninja school is not on holiday today, so get up!"

It seems that they are used to playing on weekdays, they pulled me up from the quilt, and urged me to go to school in a joking tone.They are different from me. I am afraid that I am the only one who has repeated the same death twice, so they do not know my mood, let alone my silence.I once said that some jokes are really not funny. I slapped his hand away and retracted the quilt. This reaction made the scene awkward for a while.

In the end they still found the note Shisui left on the table, so Uchiha Kazuya stopped urging me to go to school, but hurriedly took the note away and left through the window.

I lay on the bed for a long, long time, but I was so hungry that I didn’t feel it anymore, so I got up, I don’t know what to do now, when I was lying down, my brain was completely empty, I was in a daze Looking at the ceiling, it was no different from what I had seen before.Once I recovered from the fugue, I felt unreasonable panic when I thought of the death I would experience two days later.

I did commit suicide, but that doesn't mean I'm not afraid of death. Having the courage to commit suicide once in one's life is already a very remarkable thing.I still overcame my fear of death and committed suicide, because at that time I thought that there was nothing scarier than living until tomorrow, so I chose death without hesitation.When life frightened me more than death, the fear of death naturally diminished.

so why me?What have I done wrong to repeat death like this?

I dragged my hungry body and poured a glass of water in the kitchen with difficulty. I felt light all over, and even my steps were floating. After drinking the water, I finally felt much better, but the emptiness and confusion in my heart remained. Not resolved.

I sat in front of the porch, with a few mottled training targets in front of me. Unknown bird calls filled the yard all day long, mixed with the ugly hoarse calls of crows.In the past, Nana was sitting here, watching her brother who was still a child practice Kunai, and Zhishui's first praise would always come from her younger sister.So is Uchiha Nana.Afterwards, Shisui was admitted to Chunin and became Jōnin again. The small yard was no longer enough for the training of geniuses. Even Uchiha Nana was not satisfied with this world, and turned to a larger training ground. The courtyard gradually fell into disrepair.

I rubbed my stomach, not long ago, Uchiha Itachi's small sword pierced here, the pain is real, and everything I experienced was not a dream.

I can no longer lie to myself, Uchiha Itachi really hit hard, obviously on the first night of Genocide Night, I didn't feel much pain, but on the second night of Genocide Night, he delayed my death process Quite a few, I really struggled before I died.

The feeling of suffocation when the blood filled the throat, the cold breath and pain of the blade piercing into the body, and the pair of kaleidoscope sharing eyes.I am convinced that what I have experienced is real, it is ridiculous, I have already experienced one suicide and two deaths, and now I am still doubting the truth and falsehood.

I recalled the method of calling Chakra in my memory, and when I opened my eyes again, my field of vision had changed a lot.I hurried to the mirror - it was Sangouyu.Uchiha Nana wants to write Sharingan even in her dreams.

Even the sharingans who opened their eyes that night followed, and nothing can prove that what I experienced is real.

But I didn't know how to turn off this state. I closed my eyes several times and kept them open. I started to panic and didn't dare to run outside to ask for help. Finally, I couldn't support my strength and fell on the ground. on the ground.

When I woke up, I didn't fall to the ground, I lay back on my bed, the sky had already darkened a lot, I moved, I only felt that I was hungry and uncomfortable, and my stomach seemed to be hurting but not hurting.I noticed that there was a person beside me. Although I knew very well that it could not be Shisui, I still grabbed that person's arm with a little expectation.

"Nana, how do you feel now?"

The setting sun hit his face, and the two decree lines on it were more obvious. It was Uchiha Itachi.My mood was like being suddenly poured with a basin of cold water, it was extremely cool.I let go, but there was no reply, I was tired of this pretending game.Anyway, they won't remember anything when they wake up next time. If it doesn't work, I will die immediately.

"Get out!" I yelled at him, this is a kind of anger that has been suppressed for a long time, even Uchiha Nana has never lost his composure like this.But I don't care, the kind of unwillingness and anger before dying welled up in my heart, I want to do something to him, so that he can experience my past feelings.When this killing intent took over my brain, even I was surprised.It's a pity that I didn't have much strength in my body, so I could only lie on his feet and gasped for breath. I yelled at him, "Murderer!"

When I say murderer I mean he killed me, but Uchiha Itachi must have misdigested that statement.After all, at this moment, I'm not dead yet, the word murderer can only be applied to Zhi Shui.The breath of the man in front of me was confused for a moment. At that moment, I even thought that I was back on the night of the Genocide Night. I have no doubt that Uchiha Itachi at this time showed killing intent towards me.It was a cold suffocation, and even the crows outside the window stopped calling.I am very familiar with this kind of killing intent, as far as I am concerned, he just killed me yesterday.

But he resisted the urge, stood up on the tatami in front of me, and spoke to me.

"...You just opened Sharingan and need to rest."

"Don't put too much faith in other people's one-sided words."

After he finished speaking, he remained silent, probably leaving.I lay on the bed for a long time, and after making sure Uchiha Itachi was not in the room, I got up.

There was a bento box on the table, and I recognized the pattern and style on it, which was the same as the bento box brought to me by Sasuke's school.After smelling the aroma of the food inside, the hunger that had disappeared for a long time returned to my body, and it tightly controlled my body, so I didn't throw away the bento because of my dissatisfaction, but solved it cleanly it.I shouldn't have trouble with food, not to mention, it wasn't made by Uchiha Itachi, but by Aunt Mikoto.For this gentle and virtuous beauty, I really can't bear to destroy the image of Uchiha Nana in her heart. After all, I still can't let go of that ridiculous appearance. I can only vent my anger on Uchiha Itachi, who is the most direct relationship. body.

After a full meal, the initial anxiety and uneasiness eased a lot, and I finally calmed down.After cleaning the bento box, I thought about it and decided not to go to school tomorrow, so I still took the key, walked to Sasuke's house, and gently placed the bento box at the door.Along the way, I met a lot of clansmen, they seemed to know the news of Shisui, and when they saw me, they avoided the topic of Shisui very tacitly. Everyone opened and closed their mouths, but it was Shishui's name.

The difference from the first day I came here is that this time I didn't stop to say hello obediently due to those superficial efforts of face and politeness.

The door of Sasuke's house was not closed. After putting the bento at the door, I took a look inside. The inner room was dark. They must have finished their meal by this time, and I could vaguely hear the voice of Sasuke practicing.I thought Itachi Uchiha might not be at home at this time, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go back.

"Nana?" Not long after I walked out of Sasuke's house, a very familiar female voice stopped me. I just wanted to perfunctory the greeting at first, but after seeing the other person's face, I squeezed out a smile instead.

"Long time no see, Sister Quan."

Uchiha Izumi, Uchiha Itachi's lover.In Nana's memory, Shishui personally told her this news.

"Nana, when Izumi and Itachi are alone together, don't bother them!" Shisui told the ignorant sister at that time, but Uchiha Nana's curiosity was aroused. A week ago, she still brought Sasuke became a light bulb.

"It's been a long time, I just invited you to eat wagashi last week." She seemed to have not received the news from Shisui, and rubbed my hair as usual, "Are you looking for Sasuke to play? Shisui-san has another Task?"

I shook my head, and then I remembered that the last time I remembered disturbing her date with Itachi, she mentioned that she would leave Konoha to set out a mission.I'm afraid she is the only one in the clan who doesn't know about Zhishui's disappearance.

I also realized that Izumi Uchiha would die at Itachi's hands too.Even lovers can't escape such a fate. What can I expect from an existence without a name in Hokage?

But do you want to wait for death quietly like this?

"Brother is dead." I explained to her like this, and I was not surprised to see her surprised expression, and she stopped even teasing my hair. I think she must regret asking me that, and the next scene may be It's embarrassing, Izumi Uchiha has probably never encountered such a thing, so it's better for me to just leave.

I was about to wave my hand, but was suddenly pulled into an embrace.

"It's hard! Nana is very strong, it's okay to cry." Quan's voice came from above my head, and I was buried in her embrace.This is a scene I never expected, I never imagined that there would be such a person whose first reaction after hearing Zhishui's death was me.

It's not that Zhishui will be fine, nor is it lamenting the fall of a genius like Zhishui, but me.

Even Aunt Meiqin, who I thought was the most considerate and gentle, just pretended not to know about it. I thought, except for those who were silent about Zhishui's death, there were only people who whispered behind my back. .

I cried again, I don't know if Uchiha Nana is affecting me, or I am such a coward.Quan's body has a very light fragrance, which makes me feel very comfortable.The feeling of her hugging me, even I miss it very much.People always lose something in the process of growing up, and the embrace is one of them.When I was a child, my mother's comforting embrace could resolve all the sorrows and sorrows. When I grow up, the subtle concept makes everyone disdain such embraces. Only wine is the panacea.

That night, I slept with Quan.I thought Uchiha Nana was closest to him, apart from Shisui, the Sasuke family, but this was just my wishful thinking, I underestimated the power of the family.In such a family that pays attention to blood and is very proud, even neighbors can replace parents to educate children who are not good around them, not to mention that the size of the Uchiha clan is not as good as before.As my elder, Quan also lost his blood relatives. She is the person who can understand my feelings best.

"I'm afraid Nana doesn't know yet, right? The year you were born, Nine Tails attacked the village, and my parents died in that battle."

"Speaking of it, I almost forgot how I got through it. At that time, I was about the same age as you, and my family provided me with living expenses. My life was pretty decent. I just couldn't be happy, although there were still uncles and aunts taking care of me. , I always feel that childhood without parents is incomplete."

"I also met Itachi at the ninja school at that time. In fact, I knew about Itachi's existence a long time ago, and I greeted him when we met in the clan, but Itachi... I'm afraid he won't remember me. At that time I I'm just working hard with Itachi as my goal. I believe my parents won't want to see me give up on myself."

"Zhishui-san is such a gentle person, I definitely don't want Nana to be so disobedient! So after Nana cried, she had to cheer up and face Ang. At the beginning, everyone felt that they couldn't make it through, but In fact, we are far stronger than we imagined, not to mention, we are all ninjas. Hey, of course I am not as good as Itachi now, but I have successfully graduated from the ninja school anyway, and I am working hard towards becoming a Chunin! Nana Are you outstanding in school? I heard that you and Sasuke always compete for the first place in school, and you will definitely be a great ninja in the future, let's work hard together with your brother's share!"

"I want to walk on the same path as the person I like. Although my closest parents are gone, I also have the goal of continuing to live. Nana will definitely find a goal to work hard and live on in the future. "

"Believe me!"

The next day, Quan still had tasks. Before she left, she asked me to go to school on time, but I didn't follow her request. After venting, I still have to face what should be faced.The future that Izumi mouthed, when she said it with expectation, was so sincere that I also wanted to believe in that future.

Unfortunately, the reality is cruel.Another day, and I'm going to die again.

Is there anything I can do?Am I willing to wait like this to die?

Of course I'm not reconciled, but I don't expect to survive that night either.Even lovers are spared from death. I'm just the younger sister of Uchiha Itachi's best friend. How can I make Itachi give up everything and protect me like Sasuke?What's more, I have already experienced it, he is the one who will kill me without hesitation, and he has killed me twice.

I sat on Hokage Rock, facing the bustling commercial street of Konoha, the sun was rising in front of me, the sun was golden and dazzling, and my mood was still melancholy and melancholy.I thought of my former self. After I got the examination report and walked out of the doctor's office, the sun was shining outside the hospital window that day, but my heart was as cold as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

Why is it me?I was still young, and the disease came to me suddenly. I couldn't believe it. A casual discussion with a friend a few months ago turned out to be true.

"If one day a serious illness or accident occurs unexpectedly on a certain day, then I will definitely choose to give up treatment. It saves the hesitation, entanglement, sadness, and pain of family and friends... Of course, it also saves my own pain and fear."

I checked the information and found that the hope of my illness being cured was pitifully low, and the cost of treatment was terribly high. Naturally, I would not consider any serious illness insurance when I was enjoying myself, and I had to pay most of the cost of treatment myself, which meant that My family has to chip in for me, and I have to ask my friends to help me out of face or sympathy.I may not be able to cure it yet, and the pain of various examinations makes me even more timid.

I don't consider myself a brave person, because I chose to kill myself because I was afraid of what I was going to face next.Before this, I thought that suicide was the most courageous thing. There were many moments in the past when I had the idea of ​​committing suicide, but in the end I was worried that I wanted to die but I couldn’t die. In the end, I was discussed as being hypocritical and not able to bear it.Once the reality is far more frightening than death, I am afraid that I have the least courage to commit suicide, and I am relieved to make this decision.I admire all the people who struggle with the disease. Although death is the inevitable end of all people, they still struggle tenaciously. Even if there is only a faint hope or no hope, there will be miracles in their hearts. Of course, miracles are also Yes, its probability is so low, otherwise it wouldn't be a miracle.

I reexamined my life before committing suicide.I have always been keen to discuss the misfortune of others all my life, because only by comparing can I find the motivation to live, I can realize that I am luckier than them by talking about the misfortune of others, at least life is good to me, I did not meet the fate of those people.Even the death discussion with my friend was evaluated with an attitude and tone that had nothing to do with me, and I easily came to the conclusion that I would give up the treatment.Before I became the misfortune I used to say, I didn't take such a conclusion seriously. Although I thought about committing suicide countless times in my heart, I still lived in a daze, because I didn't have the courage to commit suicide at that time.

Later it really came, I grasped the conclusion at that time, and paid for it.

I killed myself twice.For the first time, out of the idea of ​​leaving something in the world I lived in, I posted a suicide note on a social networking site. The suicide note took me dozens of hours. I carefully deliberated for fear of missing something. I wrote about my life and my mental journey after I learned of my illness.After writing, I even feel that this is the highest writing peak in my life.This is not the propositional composition I wrote before, let alone that kind of material article. Every word of mine is true from the heart, the kind of hope that is shattered, the sun is no longer cloudy, all expectations, all beliefs, and all desires have disappeared. I feel that I have tried my best to show it through words, and I hope to get more people's affirmation through this.

I have to admit such a sad fact that even after death, I want to be recognized by everyone.I don't want my suicide to be simply mentioned in other people's after-dinner tea conversation with the sentence "her psychological endurance is too low" or "she is too cowardly".Everyone in this world has their own troubles, everyone has their own small world, why are so many people still bound in their own inherent thinking?Just like I did at the beginning, talking lightly about other people's misfortunes, but I didn't know what was waiting for me, and I just got a momentary satisfaction in the short-term comparison.I want to reverse such a wrong inertial thinking through my suicide note. I am ashamed of my attitude of not having anything to do with myself.

But I underestimated the era of big data. After publishing my suicide note, I took out the medicine I had secretly prepared and lay on my bed.I thought about the dosage, but before I swallowed it, the door was pried open.I was rescued mercilessly, and until now, the pain of gastric lavage still haunts my fear.

In the end, the suicide note I posted on social networking sites became a complete joke because I was still alive.Not only that, but the people I know in life discuss me as an after-dinner tea, as I used to do.Those netizens who are not in my life, few of them will think carefully about the content I wrote. Most of them only saw the news that I was about to commit suicide, and then they started to forward the appeal frantically. They are out of morality or other reasons For reasons that don't want me to die.Everyone will feel sad because of the passing of others, and try their best to stop it when they see others committing suicide. In fact, the death of others is just a period of sadness for themselves, and their own death is the least important thing.People always like to show off this or that, which is called a high-sounding process.

I was forced to undergo a lot of meaningless therapy, including psychotherapy, and for a while, I figured it out and wanted to cooperate with the therapy. I joined a patient support group and became a member of the struggling , but I didn't last long.I didn't gain much during this period of treatment, I even lost my hair, lost the joy of tasting food, lost the opportunity to see the outside world, even the most basic food was bitter in my mouth Yes, I think there is nothing more terrible than being alive.So this time, I didn't leave anything behind. When I left, I had almost no worries in my heart, and I didn't complain about others, because after actual contact, I found that there are too many people like me in this world.The unfortunate few I thought were actually a huge group, but the reality told me that I was too naive.In the past, I was a screw on a huge machine, and when I tightened it, even the creaking sound was the same. Later, I just stepped back from this machine and became another hard-working machine. They are just ordinary screws on the machine. When the motor is turned, everyone screams and struggles similarly.

The former machine, with a few screws missing, will always quickly fill in more brand new nails, while the latter machine is already full of scars, and the screws rotten on it will only become part of its mottled appearance .

There are a total of 40 floors in the hospital, which together may be about the same height as the current Hokage Rock. I ended my life at such a height. In the short few seconds when I felt the free fall in the air, I felt unprecedentedly relaxed. Struggling in the two points and one line between birth and death, life—whether it is a person or a bird, they are all living in a mess of inescapable difficulties, waiting for their end.Only life and death are equal to every life, they are indiscriminate and have no meaning.

I became that accident, I did die, but I'm still alive.In the past few days, I have thought countless times why it is me, why it is me, but I still can't think of any clue.If you want me to live on, why let me live on a little girl who is about to die?This mischievous joke about making me experience death over and over is not funny at all.

"Uchiha Nana?!" A voice full of surprise caught my attention, a touch of gold dangled under my sight, I looked down, and as expected, I saw Naruto.The boy's yellow coat was wrinkled, and a 7-year-old couldn't be expected to do laundry so seriously.Naruto stood straight in front of me, as if he was trying to hide something, but I still saw the bucket behind my feet, and its smell was not good, even if I didn't need to confirm it with my eyes, I could tell what it was.

paint.

Speaking of which, at the beginning of "Naruto", Naruto did often graffiti on Naruto Rock. This practice attracted everyone's attention, but unfortunately most people hated him even more as a result.

I jumped down and landed firmly in front of him.My skills are very good now, and my body is also in extraordinary health.The little boy in front of him began to feel ashamed. He shrank his hands into his sleeves and began to writhe.

"Uh...that. Don't you go to school today?" He scratched his head, but the paint left on his fingers accidentally got on it, and he started to panic to wipe off the paint, "Nai Nai-chan Are you in a bad mood recently? You didn’t come to class yesterday, and today is the same.”

"Yes!" I nodded, and glanced at the street behind him. I was thinking about the time when Iruka would come to catch Naruto. OK leave now.

At this moment, the paint dangled in front of me, almost splashing on my clothes, and blocked the words I wanted to say goodbye.

"...What are you doing?"

"That... that! Nana-chan?" Naruto couldn't help breaking my hand, and put the paint ring in my palm. He showed me a big smile, "Would you like to graffiti on Hokage Rock together? I When you’re unhappy, it’s much easier to do something like this! I can’t even remember what school, bastard Sasuke!”

I didn't move, and his originally confident voice gradually became softer: "Oh... don't you, a top student like you, disdain this kind of relaxation method? That's right, you, like that bastard Sasuke, are both..."

So I took it, and took the brush from his hand.In front of us is the portrait of the Fourth Hokage. I took the lead in painting the nose of the Fourth Hokage-sama red, and Naruto stood aside from being dazed at the beginning until he rolled up his sleeves and scribbled together.

"Yo Xi!" he clapped his hands and shouted, "Then I'll take care of the hair!" As he said that, he wanted to climb up.

But at this time, I thought of a better way, so I called out to Naruto.

"It's so boring to always be Hokage Rock, Naruto!" I think I must be crazy, Uchiha Nana must have never thought of such a crazy thing, let alone do it, "Let's go to the Valley of the End!"

Valley of the End, where there are two larger humanoid statues, Uchiha Madara and Senju Bashirama.It actually took a lot of time to get there. Perhaps the teachers at the school were busy with other things today. In short, no teacher came to catch us back to school along the way.We walked through the bushes and along the Nanga River, and finally arrived at the Valley of the End. They are located next to the waterfall, and the huge river water hits the clothes of the two ancestors. To the north is Senjuzhuma, and to the south is Uchiha Madara. .

I climbed up to the top of my head along Uchiha Madara's hair, I am no longer so afraid of heights, before that, I jumped from the cliff into Nangachuan.But Naruto obviously didn't have the guts to do so.

"Nanai sauce..." He stood on the bank, his legs began to tremble, and he stammered unconsciously when he spoke to the rushing river below, "If you fall from here, you will die, right? You will definitely die !"

"Ah, of course!" I flicked the paint on my ancestor's eyes indifferently, "Are you scared?"

I am naturally not afraid, even if I die, I will still wake up on July 7th.For Naruto, this height does have certain risks, but the nine tails in his body will definitely protect him with all his might, so I provoked him like this, this provocation worked, it really aroused Naruto's controversy Be competitive.

"Of course not Dangdang!" he yelled, but his legs still couldn't control his weakness, "I'll go to the opposite side! Let's compete, Nana-chan! Let's see whose graffiti is better!"

"Whatever you want! Anyway, I must be the one who wins."

"Hmph, although I can't compare to you in school, I have experience in graffiti!"

In the end, we splashed paint on the two major village builders of Konoha Village. I painted Uchiha Madara’s eyes red, which is closer to the ancestor’s Sharingan, and painted his hair green, while Naruto’s It's a clown makeup on the face of the original Hokage.

We were stopped by a ninja passing by in the end, so neither I nor Naruto could decide the winner of the graffiti, but I did feel relaxed in the process, which I didn't even think about before. I dared to think about something, and I actually did it today.

I was escorted all the way to the ninja school by passing ninjas, and was reprimanded in the eyes of everyone. Even a top student like Uchiha Nana was inevitably scolded, but compared to Naruto, I was already much better , the teacher at the school seems to have the first reaction is that Naruto led me badly.

Inertial thinking, this kind of inertial thinking again, I felt impatient, and finally sank my face, and listened to the teachers' reprimand in silence the whole time.When I walked out of the school, Sasuke was not waiting for me at the door, and I realized that it was already the second day, and the practice class in the afternoon had ended, and Sasuke was probably practicing in the training ground at this time.

"Hey! Nana-chan!" Naruto chased after me, he stopped me, and gave me a smirk, "You're being scolded, I'll take you to a very delicious restaurant! The char siew is really good, my favorite is the char siu ramen!"

"I...I treat you! How about it?" When money was mentioned, he lost his confidence and even frowned, but he still held up his face and said the words of treat.

I don't know the specific amount of Konoha's subsidy, but I can guess that this little living expenses can't afford Naruto's daily ramen, so I waved my hand: "Lead the way! I invite you."

"Hey?! Really...Really!" He jumped up excitedly after hearing this, and later realized that such behavior was inappropriate, so he restrained himself, "Then I will not be polite, Nana-chan!"

"Let's go! The destination is Yile Ramen!" He ran ahead of me, with the momentum of a younger brother opening the way for the boss.

We opened the curtain of Yile Ramen, because our arrival was a lively scene, and there was a lot of silence. Only the uncle of Yile Ramen welcomed us warmly as usual.

I think I must be very embarrassed now. When there were paint graffiti before, my clothes were stained with red, green and green stains. I am afraid there are some on my face. I looked at Naruto's appearance, he He was also in such a mess, but he still didn't care, smiling.

Why is he always so optimistic?Obviously, I have suffered such unfair treatment since I was born, and I grew up in an environment where I was feared and rejected by others, why?