Naruto entry

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He didn't want to stop, but when his gaze inadvertently swept across the half-open window, his body suddenly froze.

Through that crack in the window, he clearly saw... Kushina.

She was wearing a maid outfit and had her head down.

Her long, smooth hair cascaded over her shoulders, the white strands reflecting the light.

And in front of her was Kiyoshi.

The silence was eerily profound.

There were no hugs, no kisses.

But the intimacy between the two spoke louder than any words.

Minato Namikaze's fingers unconsciously clenched.

Even the air seemed to be pressed down heavily.

Naruto was still beside him, excitedly saying something.

"Uncle Minato, look, the lights are on over there, it's so pretty!"

"……Um."

Minato Namikaze responded with a soft, almost inaudible voice.

His throat tightened.

My heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand.

It turned out to be the case.

It turns out those vague guesses were all true.

Kushina... really with Kiyoshi...

Naruto... perhaps, really is their child.

I was just a failed pursuer.

The places I've always dreamed of exploring have already been occupied by others.

He looked up at the window.

The moonlight fell on his face, illuminating the almost melting bitterness deep in his eyes.

At that moment, he suddenly understood everything.

Naruto's black hair is his color.

Those exaggerated qualifications...

Minato Namikaze slowly closed his eyes.

He wasn't angry.

No anger.

But my heart was as cold and piercing as the moonlight on a winter night.

That kind of pain isn't like being cut with a knife.

Instead, it's like someone gently cuts open your chest, takes your heart, and still makes you smile.

Looking up, the round moon hangs high in the night sky.

He recalled that night many years ago.

The moonlight was just as bright and round.

He sensed that Kushina was in danger, so he secretly went to follow the Cloud Village ninja.

Finally, through hard work, they defeated those Cloud Village ninjas.

That night was also the most spirited time of his life, filled with the lofty ambitions of a young man.

He thought that the red strand of hair that Kushina left behind under the moonlight would be the red thread that would bind their marriage.

In retrospect, it was all just wishful thinking on his part.

Even the children belong to other people.

To put it bluntly, he wouldn't even have a chance to take over the business.

They wouldn't even be worthy of having the child's surname.

Naruto's whirlpool is a very common surname.

He was just an ordinary person with an insignificant surname like Namikaze.

The wind blew, and the cloak fluttered in the wind.

Minato Namikaze raised his head, the moonlight illuminating his calm face.

Something inside me is slowly crumbling.

He suddenly began to recall.

Those moments that were once unintentional flashed through my mind one by one.

The barely suppressed smile on Kiyoshi's face when she first fought alongside Kushina;

Kushina flinched for a moment when he mentioned Kiyoshi's name.

The warm yellow light still shone through the window.

The light flickered, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Minato Namikaze knew, however, that lamp was not lit for him.

"Uncle Shuimen?"

Naruto, who has a carefree personality but is actually very perceptive, noticed this subtle change immediately.

He noticed that Uncle Watergate seemed to be in a bad mood.

"It's nothing, Naruto, you should go back now, I won't stay with you."

Minato Namikaze said, trying to sound casual.

"Ok."

Naruto nodded.

Occasionally, Minato Namikaze would escort him home, usually only leaving after dropping him off at his doorstep.

I left without even going upstairs today.

Watching Naruto's departing figure, Minato Namikaze also left.

He returned to the roots.

It was a place with almost no light, and the air was filled with the smell of cold iron and damp earth.

The walls were leaking, and the corridor was long and narrow.

This place, which used to feel depressing and dimly lit, now gave Minato Namikaze a strange sense of security.

Without light, no one could see the expression on his face.

Danzo Shimura stood in the shadows.

He noticed that the young man's steps were heavier than usual when he came in.

Those blue eyes, which should have been bright as the sun, now seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.

He was always perceptive and could sense the shadows in people's hearts.

The most important thing for any ninja who wants to join Root is to have darkness in their heart; otherwise, they will not be able to unleash their talents in Root.

Why does this man, who's known as "Little Sun," look so dejected today?

"Didn't you finish your official business? Why are you back again?"

Danzo Shimura asked.

Although he was no longer the leader of Root, he would still shamelessly offer advice to Minato Namikaze based on his experience.

"How can official business ever be finished?"

Minato Namikaze shook his head.

At that moment, Danzo Shimura narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't ask any further questions, but simply nodded.

Although Danzo Shimura didn't know what had happened, he instinctively felt that Minato Namikaze was of some use now.

He just can't think of anything he can do right now.

After all, Uchiha Kiyoshi's strength was too great; even Namikaze Minato was no match for him. They needed to think things through carefully.

…………

Hokage Building.

"Lord Hokage, here is what you requested."

An ANBU ninja presented a scroll.

Kiyoshi took it; the scroll was already somewhat yellowed, and the writing was a little blurry.

It is clear that it has been eroded by the long years to become like this.

Even from the blurred handwriting, Kiyoshi could still make out the name of the scroll.

The History of Seals in the Warring States Period

"Go down."

Kiyoshi waved his hand.

It is worth mentioning that "The History of the Sealing of the Warring States Period" has always been sealed in a certain archive in the Hokage Building.

Kiyoshi, acting on the Hokage's orders, was tasked with finding this book. After a period of searching, the Anbu (Anbu) found what Kiyoshi wanted.

"The History of Seals in the Warring States Period" is too obscure, as it only records some history from the Warring States period.

This book compiles information on the reasons for and locations of the sealing of some dangerous goods.

It is estimated that this was to prevent future generations from accidentally breaking the seal.

Just like how the demons were unsealed in the underworld of the land of demons.

In the vast ninja world, besides the Uzumaki clan who can seal all sorts of things or people, other ninjas who master sealing techniques can also do so.

The best way to deal with something that's difficult to handle is to seal it away.

Let's use the power of time to solve this problem.

Either we die or become obsolete over a long period of time, or we must trust in the wisdom of future generations.

Therefore, this scroll has always been hidden in the archive.

Bringing up past wars is useless; the Warring States period is too distant. It's important to understand that the Warring States period is just a general term.

The Warring States period five hundred years ago is called the Warring States period, and the Warring States period one hundred years ago is also called the Warring States period.

This is most likely the document he's looking for—the document that records the Uchiha clan's nameless weapon.

"Let's first check Uchiha Hikaru's location."

Kiyoshi quickly scanned the catalog.

He looked past the various ancient sealing techniques.

Below the sealed item, it will also be written what sealing technique was used to seal it.

These things are of little value to him now.

After all, with the exception of a very few techniques, most techniques become outdated over time.

The new era is constantly progressing, but only bloodline limits can be passed down forever.

This is what is meant by the older the culture, the stronger it becomes.

If Kiyoshi had obtained this scroll when he was weak, he would have eagerly absorbed the knowledge within.