The Pain of Summer's Depression

He didn't stop until he reached Konoha Cat-sensei. When Naruto got off from Kitty-sensei, he still felt terrified. That man was really too dangerous.

Moreover, that eye, at the last moment Naruto clearly saw the blood-colored pupil, was Sharingan.Who is it?Shouldn't there be only Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke in the Uchiha family's Sharingan?Why would that man have it too?

More importantly, he is still looking for Nine Tails, what on earth... is he going to do?

Although I want to tell Itachi, it has always been Itachi who contacted Naruto first, but Naruto didn't know how to find Itachi. It seems that itachi will have to wait until the next time Itachi contacts him.

The key is what's in front of you...

Naruto looked at the reflection in Mr. Cat's bright pupils, the familiar yet unfamiliar blond blue eyes, touched his cheeks unconsciously, and muttered to himself, "What should I do?" Do you still want to use the teacher's demon power?"

The huge demon head shook left and right, "No, I don't know why your body is rejecting my power now, it is impossible to help you change your appearance."

"Then what should we do? Everyone in Konoha now thinks Naruto Uzumaki is dead. I can't go back in this state."

"Then don't go back." The deep voice was a little impatient, Madara didn't like Konoha's place in the first place.Naruto likes an ordinary life, Madara knows it, why not take this opportunity to leave Konoha and wait for a while before driving Kyuubi out of Naruto's body.At that time Naruto can really live a normal life.

"But... I have promised Ziraiya..." Naruto's voice was low, and he didn't even look at Mr. Cat.

"What's the promise to Zilai? I think it's because you want to go back."

"..." The overly long bangs covered Naruto's expression, and he didn't speak.

One person and one beast were in a stalemate like this, and the moon was also hidden in the thick clouds, unable to reveal a ray of light.

It wasn't until the appearance of a female voice that the embarrassing atmosphere was broken, "Ah la...why? Did you become stiff so quickly? Madara."

Naruto remained motionless.

Madara snorted softly, "C, come here." After that, he took the lead to turn into the bushes, and the huge figure inevitably brought another gust of wind.Messed up Naruto's drooping hair.

Bing let out a puff of smoke, walked to Naruto's side and stroked Naruto's hair, "Madara is caring about you."

After Bing's figure disappeared into the darkness, Naruto finally raised his head and looked in that direction, "I know." I knew it all along, but... no matter what, I couldn't let it go, no matter how unbearable it was, I grew up by myself The place where my parents, Jiraiya, and Itachi desperately protect it!

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the next morning

A suspicious figure appeared at the door of Konoha. A boy of eleven or twelve years old with blond hair and blue eyes approached Konoha sneakily. The cat on the side decisively ended the boy's behavior with a cat punch. If this continues, he will definitely be caught by the gatekeeper ninja Get up.I don't want to embarrass myself by being with you right after waking up!

"Don't be so embarrassing, Naruto."

"But, is it really okay? Just go in like this." Naruto's tone was not confident at all.

"Of course." A sharp glance flew over, "Are you doubting my ability?"

"...No." (By the way, what happened to the pause before you?)

Naruto walked into Konoha's gate seemingly calmly but nervously holding the cat in his arms, trying to reduce his sense of existence and quietly observing the reaction of the ninja guarding the gate.

There was really no surprised expression, just showing that long-lost disgusted and cold eyes.

Deliberately walking through the street that was relatively prosperous in Konoha to observe the reactions of the people, Naruto felt like the ninja he saw when he first came in, and felt as if he had returned to the time when he hadn't left here three years ago.

Sure enough, everyone's memory has not been tampered with?

Naruto quietly asked the cat in his arms, "Then do I still have to go to school now?"

"of course."

It seems to be back to three years ago, the difference is that Naruto didn't go to school but went back home directly.Lying on the bed staring at the faded ceiling with vacant eyes.

It wasn't until a crow appeared in sight that Naruto sat up from the bed and looked towards the corner, "Itachi, are you here?"

A puff of smoke transformed the man in front of him into a handsome man. His long black hair was tied behind his back casually. The young man's slender figure was covered by a red robe with a black background. The Suzaku ring on his right hand was faintly shining.A deeply scratched Konoha forehead is printed on the forehead to show the identity of the owner - Konoha Renren, Uchiha Itachi.

Itachi's eyes were slightly surprised, "Why did you change back to this state?"

"Isn't it good? I'm going... to be Uzumaki Naruto again." Naruto moved into the bed, naturally giving way to Itachi.

"Very good." Itachi took the wooden comb on the table and smoothed Naruto's messy hair. "Is it because of that cat?" Vigilant like Itachi, when he entered this room, he found that the cat that had been missing for three years appeared in Naruto again. around people.

"En." Although Itachi's behavior was not the first time, Naruto still blushed a little.

"What about the people in the village? Let them know that the dead Uzumaki Naruto has returned?" He skillfully tied Naruto's shoulder-length blond hair with a silk thread.He said something very serious, but there was no worry in his tone.

No problem, now that he has enough ability to protect Naruto, even if it is against the whole world, Itachi has the confidence to protect Naruto well.

"The teacher changed their memories. In their memories, Naruto Uzumaki has been living in this village."

The author has something to say:

There are really too many things today, so I didn't write much, anyway, I posted it first.

Because of the itchy hands, another hole has been opened. Conan's tutor, if you like it, don't be careless.

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