bookbashuk Chapter 293: Revisiting the Past 1
Chapter 293: Revisiting the Past 1
Hyuga Neji, died at the age of eighteen.
A perfectly good person died in such a hasty manner. Who wouldn't say it was hasty when seeing this death? Who wouldn't shake their head when seeing this?
Oh, the eldest lady usually doesn’t shake her head.
All she could think about was how warm Naruto-kun's hands were, and she completely forgot that her cousin had just taken his last breath for her.
People always think that the most pitiful thing is death. Hyuga Neji had the same idea before, but in order to achieve his goal, what's wrong with being a little more pitiful?
If his death could bring about a tiny change in this world or this family, the life and death of one person might even be considered worth it.
But it was not until Hyuga Neji died that I realized there are even more pitiful people.
The most cruel thing is to pull exhausted office workers out of bed and send them to work - not only is the work going to work, but even the promised good salary is a lie.
The five social insurances and one housing fund that were agreed upon ended up being paid by myself.
We agreed to have two days off a week, but in the end we only had one day off every two years.
The agreed base salary was 6000, but it turned out to be the boss's base salary of 6000.
He was exhausted from work, but he had to go. He was already dead, but he was pulled out alive by the collar - if this could be called living.
The people around him were so familiar and alive. But Hyuga Neji could never believe that this was reality. He was a dead person, who had died a long time ago. Before he met this group of people, he was already dead.
This is not your story.
Some places are so beautiful that they are almost unbelievable. The more beautiful they are, the more unreal they are, but there are villains who use their own power to turn this dream into reality.
The snake coiled its tail, planning what it wanted, but never interfered with its real body.
He dropped anchor, but never really belonged here.
Hyuga Neji often wondered if this was just another dream made up by the snake, or was it the only way for the dead to reach the pure land?
But whether it is an illusion or a dream, protection seems to have become the boy's instinct.
Someone is kind to him, so he has to protect him. It has nothing to do with the mission or the snake.
He feels sad when he sees people suffering misery, and is tolerant when he meets children doing bad things... It seems that all these can barely constitute the meaning of life for the individual named Hyuga Neji.
But he died very hastily, and in the end the snake didn’t succeed.
"A bird in a cage, huh, nothing more than that." The snake said these words against his will, but still took away Hyuga Neji's soul.
Eighteen years passed, and the boy named Hyuga Neji still didn't live past the age of 18. He didn't die in front of Hyuga Hinata, but in front of everyone's astonishment, he slashed his neck and severed the blood vessels hidden under the skin and flesh - he was so strong that he stabbed his own neck through.
Not to mention Tsunade, even if God came, he wouldn't be able to save her.
When the boy died, his neck was still wrapped in thick gauze, and his blood soaked the old wound, soaking the white together and stabbing everyone present that day.
The technique of cuttings has clearly been taken back.
Uchiha Madara was confused for a moment, and the next moment he turned his head to look at Obito beside him. Before the kid had time to be happy about the long-awaited reunion, his eyes were red.
This kid has always been a crybaby, so he should cry this time.
If he used the Samsara Technique in a fit of rage....even though the plan would fail, Uchiha Madara actually thought it was not a bad idea. But before that, he wanted to find out the truth that forced Hyuga Neji to this point.
"Neji!!!"
Uchiha Obito roared and jumped off from the Ten-Tails' head immediately. The branches of the sacred tree stuck behind him were forcibly stretched, and the domineering aura he had when they first met was gone.
Before I could even shed tears, I saw someone taking the initiative and helping the person who had fallen to the ground up before me.
Hatake Kakashi didn't care about the pain in his body. His chakra was almost exhausted, but he still managed to squeeze out some light green light and condensed it on the wound that was bleeding.
I have never met Neji in Konoha! But when we meet today, we are separated by life and death!
"Medical class? Where is the medical class?!"
Kakashi was at a loss, the corners of his mouth twitched under his mask, and the whites of his eyes were completely swallowed by red. He was almost begging, kneeling on the ground, holding the boy's gradually cold body.
"Will be fine."
He said.
"You don't want to die."
"Don't die..."
Hyuga Neji died, kind of casually.
Nohara Rin, still wearing the Akatsuki robe, walked out from the darkness and patted Kakashi's shoulder soothingly. Only then was the man finally willing to let go of the body of the young man in white.
Too thin... so thin that it felt weightless when held in the hand. So light and fluttering, with those white eyes that I was so familiar with. But now I could no longer catch any light in them.
why?
Kakashi was not the only one who was confused. Everyone present, including the Second Daeme Tobirama who had just gotten up from the ground, was equally confused.
The ninjas who didn't know Hyuga Neji looked at each other in bewilderment: Should the Fourth Ninja World War be fought or not? The main forces of the Allied Ninja Army all knelt on the ground - except for Uzumaki Naruto who was as confused as them.
Looking at the two Ten-Tails Jinchuriki, they look no different from Pokémon that have lost their ability to fight.
"what happens?"
The ninja next to the brown-haired jonin Lala.
"Who knows? Word from the front is that a man suddenly showed up and stabbed himself in front of everyone."
"What? Is slitting one's neck so spectacular? My brother died in battle this morning, and the Fourth Ninja World War has not stopped at all?"
"Shh!"
The brown-haired jonin was covered in the mouth, but his companion lowered his voice but continued: "How is that the same?"
"We only have a few opponents, each one is more like a monster than the other. Isn't it easy to do something to the ninja alliance?"
The brown-haired ninja subconsciously looked at the huge group of people behind him. What he said was true. When he first met Uchiha Madara, that man beat them as if it was a game.
One kick after another, one punch after another. Those with bad luck would die instantly, while those with good luck would have to lie on the ground for a long time without being able to get up. Even if they did get up, what would it matter? He walked in front of Uchiha Madara and was beaten away again.
They don't even have the ability to protect themselves, let alone mourn their dead.
The brown-haired jonin was relieved and decided to gossip in peace, "I don't know what the background of that person who committed suicide was. Not only did our captain stop, but Uchiha Madara and the masked man also stopped."
"If we had known there was such a god, why would we need the ninja alliance?"
As he spoke, he sat down cross-legged and said, "I think this war will probably not be fought."
"Even if it is reopened, it will take ten days or half a month, right?"
Seven days, at least seven days of suspension.
The brown-haired ninja was so confident that the group of lunatics would not continue in the short term. She smiled and looked at the motionless Ten-tailed Beast in the distance. Her brother died under the claws of that monster and turned into meat paste before he could even scream.
The body could not be retrieved, and after death it could only be engraved on Konoha's memorial tablet and worshipped together with other dead people.
This is also beneficial. Even if I had an accident that day and couldn't go to see my brother, there would be others who would go there to pay tribute, which would surely make my brother's life better.
Let's end it soon.
This is a strange war where everyone stops at the same time as soon as the monster stops.
“That’s what we fear.”
But his companions thought differently: "We stopped because we were afraid of him."
"I'm afraid that thing will take advantage of our carelessness and turn everyone present into meat patties in one go."
"You don't want to go to your brother so early, do you?"
The brown-haired ninja agreed with this. She shook her head, but her life was not in her own hands from the beginning: "So what?"
"I can't be a deserter. I don't have that much courage."
The brown-haired ninja smiled and said, "Since there is none, isn't it all about luck whether you are alive or dead?"
"We are either jonin or chunin, or to be more cruel, we are genin."
"Isn't it the same for that monster and for Uchiha Madara?"
"To live is to live, to die is to die."
"I really don't understand why that person chose to kill himself even though he had a chance to live."
But the brown-haired ninja still smiled: "He is a brave man."
"Perhaps...what we see as monsters is everyday life to him."
"And what monster is he facing?"