Naruto I am Tian Tian

All eyes are pure white, I feel in a trance that I am no longer alive, but the painful body and the smell of disinfectant water lingering on the tip of my nose bring me back to reality. Landing on the ground, my heart was pierced with pain.

Couples break up, heroes die, and it sure as hell always rains.

I can't help but think of the time when the three generations of grandpas passed away three years ago, it seemed to be the same rainy day, and... such a mood...

I used to think that after so many years in the ninja world, I could already look down on life and death. I also thought that changing the plot failed so many times, I could already

Face the known death indifferently, but it turns out I simply can't.

So sad……

After the monthly reading, there was no systematic and formal treatment, and he fought to the death with a ninja in the middle, and was transferred again after that, without a good rest... So

In the current situation, he is bedridden.

In the end...it still couldn't be stopped.

"Are you awake?" Ning Ci carefully avoided the damp and cold air outside the house on his clothes, otherwise the cold air would touch me, and he would not pass until it was warmer.

Come on, I stretched out my hand very naturally to check the temperature on my forehead, "The fever is gone."

"Ning Ci..." My voice was as low as a meowing cat, and I didn't intend to do anything, but simply wanted to...call him.

"I'm here." His voice was cold, but his snow-white pupils were shining with little bits of warmth, and he took the warm water from the cup and handed it to me.

help up.

I took small sips, slightly lost in thought.

"Would you like to go for a walk in the corridor?" With such an restless temper, this guy was locked up in such a small, dark place.

For a long time, if I am not sick, I am afraid that I will get sick.After Ning Ci made the proposal, he pushed out a wheelchair from behind without waiting for an answer.

ready.

The corners of my mouth curled up unconsciously, revealing the first sincere smile since I came back.

It was raining outside the window, so of course we couldn't go out, we could only take a walk in the corridor of the hospital, Ning Ci pushed me, I was lost in thought.

Looking at the sky, the haze is dense, as if even the sky is crying for the hero's sacrifice.

"Ningci...I...could have stopped it." I whispered with trembling lips.

Ning Ci suddenly tightened his hand as he pushed me, I couldn't see his expression, but I could feel the faint sadness on his body: "It's not yours!"

wrong. "

"Even if it's... I still have my share." He said slowly, with a hint of exhaustion and self-blame in his voice.

I shook my head: "Forget it, it's not bad, it's fate anyway." Asma is dead, and AB will definitely let him die to facilitate Shikamaru's success.

long.We are all characters created by him to achieve a purpose. From beginning to end, our existence has only one purpose, and that is to serve

AB, when the purpose is achieved, damn it, always die.

Suddenly I felt so small. I was lucky that I traveled to a known world before, and I was grateful for knowing the plot.

I am complacent, but now I am very powerless and powerless. I can't change anything, even my own destiny.

I pinched the corner of my clothes tightly, and after a while I calmed down a bit, and said hesitantly, "Teacher Asma's funeral..."

"Tomorrow." Ning Ci replied in a deep voice.

...Sure enough, I still have to face it.Once the funeral is over, you can't lie to yourself.

My eyes became hot, I hurriedly lowered my head, tears still fell down uncontrollably, let me wipe more and more.

"..." Ning Ci looked at me, sighed imperceptibly, stopped the wheelchair, patted my trembling shoulder, and said nothing more.

I leaned back and rested my head lightly on his body.He was silent, exhaled, and stood up slightly.

Just like the day before the funeral of three generations of grandpas.

I cried for a long time, cried until I could hardly cry, cried for Asma, cried for Shikamaru, cried for Ai, cried for Itachi, cried for myself, cried for Naruto

Everyone weeping for our powerlessness and sorrow.

"Tomorrow... take me there." I sobbed and grabbed Neji's sleeve.

Ning Ci bent down and raised his hand to wipe away the wet tears on my face: "Naturally."

I woke up early in the morning the next day. I really didn’t sleep well last night.

squinted.After tidying up, I leaned against the head of the bed, my vision seemed to be blurred by the rain, and I could only see a piece of gray outside the window.

The door opened, and I knew who it was without looking back.

"Here we come..." I sighed softly, I don't know whether it's emotion or greeting him.

"Yeah." Ning Ci replied in a low voice, put me on the wheelchair and walked to the funeral.Perhaps because of the light, his already white face

Against the background of the black clothes, he was even paler, and looked more like a patient than me.

"Ning Ci, I want to stand, can you help me?" After arriving at the place, I looked at the person in the middle of the field who invited us to barbecue a while ago

Man, with a throbbing pain in his heart, said this sentence almost subconsciously.

"Okay." Ning Ci helped me up, and drove me crookedly to walk in.I can't walk fast, my posture is funny, most of my body is heavy

The weight is all on Ning Ci, very embarrassing, but no one cares, including Ning Ci, including myself.

I just want to show you the lively and lively appearance in the past, although you can no longer see it.

Not many people talk.Everyone just stood there quietly.I haven't seen Shikamaru, but I think he should be other than Hong

I am the person who cares most about this matter——so someone who is afraid of trouble asks to undertake the funeral, I am afraid it is true...too much care.

Hiduan, Kakuzu, you've offended some amazing people.As I muttered, it turned out that my mood was completely different from watching anime, and I didn't feel that Xiao

Powerful and cute, I only feel a faint thrill of revenge and success.

After living here for so many years, I can no longer stay out of it.

I am Konoha's ninja, I inherit the will of fire, I will always protect the jade that Teacher Asma said, until my life

the end of.

The sense of belonging to this world has never been stronger than it is now.If I thought about traveling back before, now I am

Cut off the retreat.

I looked at the body of Teacher Asma, standing stubbornly, letting the rain pass by my face, my eyes were dry.

Don't cry anymore, live better.

After the funeral, I went back to the ward. The nurse expressed helplessness for my behavior of being exposed to the rain, but she didn’t say much, and just opened the hospital again.

A lot of medicine.

Neji went back to Hyuga for the time being. I planned to rest for a while, but just as I lay down, Senior Kakashi opened the door and came in.

"How's the injury?"

"Fortunately."

"How about the mood?"

"……fine."

"That's not very good." Senior Kakashi sat by my bed and rubbed my head with his hand, "Don't think too much, it's not your fault. I

When they came back, Asma had already been sent out, and at that time, if they called for someone, Aoba and the others, who moved the fastest, only had time..." Bao

Asma's remains.

"I know, I'm just not reconciled." I curled up under the quilt, my voice muffled.

"There are people who are more unwilling than you." Kakashi-senpai nodded my head helplessly, "You are young, what are you thinking about?

what. "

"Shikamaru needs support, Kakashi-senpai, please help me pass this to him!" I swished out a scroll with my head out.

Senior Kakashi choked speechlessly: "The detonator?"

"I was afraid that Shikamaru would use too much, so I sealed mine and lent him." I explained.I still remember clearly how Shikamaru died in the flying section, a lot

The detonating talisman is essential, and I happen to have a lot of it here, as long as it is smashed into a scroll.

Senior Kakashi raised his eyebrows: "You mean you just recovered a little chakra and used it to seal the scroll as soon as you came back?"

I obediently shut up and shrank into the quilt and pretended to be dead.

His head was flicked lightly through the quilt, and senior Kakashi's voice sounded unreal: "I will take it, but...

You can't kill yourself just because you told me everything. "

"I know I was wrong, Kakashi-senpai." After I raised my paw to admit my mistake, he left contentedly.

I cast my eyes out of the window again, the clouds are still there, but for some reason, I feel that it will clear up soon.

I wrote the letter to Temari long ago and asked Neji to send it out for me. I always feel that it is not good to keep her from knowing about Shikamaru’s situation.

Okay, but I didn't expect Sister Ju to be so swift and resolute, and she came here within a few days.

Shikamaru just came back after solving Hidankaku, talked to Teacher Asma for a while, and when he turned around, he found the blond-haired woman hugging him.

Standing with a bouquet of flowers.The afterglow of the setting sun coated her whole body with a layer of light orange red, which was as warm as the warm winter sun, piercing her body easily.

his heart.

Temari walked to the grave, reached out to brush off the weeds blown by the wind and fell on the tombstone, and placed the flowers next to the smoke Shikamaru put.

"Senior Asma, I'm here to see you." She stared at the deeply engraved name on the tombstone and said softly.

Looking at her profile, Shikamaru suddenly felt the urge to hug her into his arms.

"Mr. Asma doesn't know much about flowers, so it's more appropriate to send Mrs. Hong." He turned his eyes to see the cigarette flickering under the wind.

extinguish.

Temari said: "Then buy another bunch and send it to Teacher Hong."

... She is really sunshine.

Suddenly, I felt a lot more relaxed, maybe it was because of the revenge of the great hatred, maybe it was because I had a good relationship with myself, my companions, Asma and Hong.

Confession, perhaps because of her being by his side, he suddenly felt exhausted like a tidal wave, and both his mind and his body were about to be crushed.

Submerged.

"Tired?" Temari asked, tilting his head.

"... a bit." Shikamaru lazily looked up at the sky, after everything was over, there was a sense of unreality.

"Let's go, go back and rest." Temari stood up and smiled at him, "Crybaby, you finally look like a man."

"...I'm in trouble..." Shikamaru scratched his head, took another look at Asma's tombstone, and then left.

"By the way, what kind of flowers does Senior Hong like?"

"I don't understand either. Ask Ino. Anyway, I'm going to buy it."

"You really look like him~"

"I was taught by him..."

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadows of the two were stretched very long, so warm, so real.

At the same time, half of his head sneaked out of a certain window of Konoha Hospital, looked around, and for a moment, a steel cable

Little by little they were let go.

That person popped up again, grasping the chain with incomparable skill, and was about to rub down——

"Tian Tian, ​​what are you doing again?" A cold, suppressed angry voice sounded not far from directly below the window.

I fumbled for a while, managed to stabilize my body, and looked at the white figure below as decisively as a strong man cut his wrist.

"Don't come over! If you come over to me again, I'll jump off!"

Teju, who was about to visit the sick, was dumbfounded.