[Hokage] On the Feasibility of Brother Control

Lively cries are everywhere, and various food or entertainment stalls occupy both sides of the road.

This was the first summer festival after the war, and it was already very lively before nightfall.

Wearing a mask, Shinobu with white hair squatted on the wall with an orange book spread out in his hand. He scratched his head and watched the line of meatball shop that had been lined up far outside the shop. At the end of the line.

Two thin figures in untimely black robes and hoods covering half of their faces walked towards this side talking in low voices. Although their attires were strange, after seeing the small red and white pattern on the back of the black robes, Everyone will understand.

The resurgence of that family no longer belongs to this village, just because some personal friendships have a good relationship with the village.

"It's really lively." The slightly shorter man whispered, the tone of his voice was probably that of a teenager under his twenties, but his tone was so flat that it was a bit creepy.

The taller man smiled helplessly, "Don't think about it, let's go to line up too, he... also liked coming here at that time."

"...Hey, bring him a box of mochi home, he likes it."

The blond-haired boy ran over from the other end laughing, chasing after the furious cherry-haired girl, the moment he passed by, the boy suddenly turned his head and grinned dazzlingly at the two in black robes.

SASUKE.

Silently calling this name, the blond boy rushed into the ramen shop next to him, and a vigorous voice came out, "Uncle! I want a bowl of seafood ramen with an egg!" But he was immediately smashed into pieces by the girl who chased him in. There was a scream.

Following the boy and girl, the black-haired boy who was hanging at the back with a picture book in his arms walked over unhurriedly. He first said hello to the white-haired Kamichi who was in the front row, and then walked slowly towards the ramen shop, crossing his shoulders. Shi suddenly stopped, bowed deeply to the two solemnly, then straightened up as if no one else was there and continued to the ramen shop.

The shorter black-robed boy silently clenched his fists and dragged the person beside him out of the team without warning.

The white-haired Jonin turned his head and glanced in the direction they were leaving indifferently, and continued to line up while returning his attention to the book with the prohibition symbol in his hand.

"Everyone knows nothing about enjoying the future bought by his sacrifice, just like I used to be." The shorter boy was a little depressed, "I just feel sad, but for him, everything is safe Good enough."

"...You have regained the glory of the family as he wished, and this kind of living and working in peace and contentment is what he wants to see." The slightly tall young man said softly: "Even his reputation can be given up, how can he give up?" Care about these false names?"

"does it worth?"

The young man smiled and held the young man's hand, and slowly said: "Why is it not worth it? His sacrifice is more for the people he cherishes, and those he loves, how can they be willing to forget him..."

In the ramen shop, the blond boy who said he wanted to treat someone pushed the noodles that everyone ordered in front of everyone, and the extra bowl of chopsticks was placed neatly.

The cherry-haired girl placed the cup of honey water next to the bowl of ramen.

On the open drawing book, there is a back figure with long black hair in the picture just drawn.

The elder brother who never showed his sadness on the surface softly comforted the boy who had been a child for two lifetimes, but why didn't he feel sad?It's just that I have long been used to hiding my emotions deeply and restrained.

Suddenly, the two brothers looked up at the tree at the same time, and the white-haired Jonin squatted there with a small yellow book and a smile.

"Hey, long time no see, Itachi, Sasuke."

The young man nodded reservedly, and the young man returned the salute with a smile. The white-haired Jonin shook the book in his hand, and raised his other hand with a smile, holding the beautifully packaged box in his hand, which made the young man stunned.

"A little gift, give it to him instead of me!"

Jonin handed the box to the young man, his crescent-shaped eyes concealed sadness.

They never show their wounds.

Whether it is pain or sorrow, what will be shown to the world will only be a flawless self.

That is a belief that cannot be weakened.

Gently clenched his younger brother's cold hand, the young man smiled softly.

"Those he loves, how can he be willing to forget..."

The figures of the two slowly disappeared into the crowd, and the Anbu members who were accompanying secretly looked at the direction in which the two left, and looked at each other but did not keep up.

The territory that once belonged to that clan is still a restricted area of ​​the village. The young man in black robe walked quietly on the dead street. The bustle and bustle of the outside world only made this place feel like a ghost land.Turning his head to look at the people around him, there was no wave in the boy's black eyes, "Why do you come here to make your heart unhappy."

"...This is my sin, isn't it?" The young man smiled softly, but he couldn't tell whether it was sorrow or sigh.

What happened here is not known to outsiders. If the current family is no longer trapped in this village, the glory that that person wanted to see again was finally lit up again.

Just all of this, have you seen it?

The fireworks rising into the sky bloomed into dazzling flowers, and I heard screams and cheers in my ears, but seeing such a fleeting beauty, the young man pursed his lips and his face did not look good. The young man whispered in his ear What, the boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Let's go back."

The young man spoke almost silently, his black eyes filled with longing starlight.

The excitement here will never belong to us.

The two brothers walked slowly through the crowded street, one after another fireworks were still rushing into the sky, and their backs were gradually receding.

under the prosperity.

What you can't see is our future.

So, are you satisfied?

The author has something to say:

This story ends here for the time being, thank you for watching along the way, if you have any needs, you can leave a message, and everything you want to express has been lost~

Although the older brother left, but before he left, he was satisfied with the company of his favorite younger brother.

Those left behind still have to live on, because this already belongs to their future.

Sasuke regained his glory as his brother wished, and those who followed him back then will be his greatest help.

Itachi stayed with his younger brother, watching the world with another person's eyes.

Kakashi continued to wander around holding the little porn book as usual, and the room at home was still kept.

Naruto, who has lost it before enjoying it, is still pursuing Hokage's dream carelessly, but he already knows the so-called "sacrifice".

There are many, many more people, and many, many futures.

This is the end.

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