Naruto Dream Master

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Opening his eyes, the cold weather and the cold wind blew through Bai's body and mind. Bai woke up on a bed made of thatch, in a corner where no one would come.

"Chakra...has become less." Looking at his hands, Bai was a little confused, "Is the world after death like this?"

This place...is so familiar.

Deep in his memory, at a certain point in time, his mother was killed by his father, and he also broke out into a blood-stained boundary, killing people in a village.

Then he started wandering in the huge foggy shadow village. In the cold winter, he nested alone in the corner of the city, building a hut out of picked thatch and paper.

At that moment, he felt that he should die.

Until, I met him.

Standing up, his weak body made him stagger a little. Because the ice escaped from the blood stain boundary, he didn't feel much cold, at least he could resist it.

However, it was still very cold.

Walking out of the hut, the corners gradually disappeared into darkness, and light appeared in Bai Yan's eyes.

This place, this time, and the people around me.

Bai Zhen was stunned on the spot, "Mist... Shadow... Village..."

"Have you returned to Wuying Village?"

The people around him cast familiar looks of disgust, and his body returned to that time, with only a little bit of chakra.

At that time, I relied on this little bit of chakra to hold on.

Being able to rummage through garbage dumps for food, keep company with wild dogs, and live together.

alive...

To Bai at that time, this was such a harsh word.

The next second, as if he thought of something, his white eyes gradually filled with light. He raised his feet and walked forward, gradually turning into a trot, and finally started running desperately.

That garbage dump!

There was only one sentence left in his mind.

If we go back to that time, if we do it again, if it is exactly the same as before, that garbage dump is there, right there.

The person who finds himself, the person who has the same eyes as himself, the person for whom he can do anything!

There he is!

While running, the cold winter could not extinguish Bai Neixie's hope. That hope turned into a flame and burned in Bai's heart.

His body became warm, and the flame warmed him.

The target is not far away.

In less than three minutes, Bai stood in front of the garbage pile.

The snow submerged the garbage pile, making it difficult to see what was inside. Bai looked around, but did not find the figure that would appear here.

By the way, I didn't meet him at this time.

Bai panted violently. He was a little tired, but it didn't matter. He could wait. In his memory, it seemed that not long had passed before that person came.

He can wait.

Bai walked to the garbage dump, hugged his legs, and sat down against the wall.

There was ice on the wall and it was very cold, but it didn't matter. Bai didn't mind because the fire burning in his heart prevented him from feeling the cold.

Recall, recall some happy things, think about every day you spent with him, think about every task you and he experienced.

Just remember it, time will pass quickly, very quickly.

soon.

……

Standing in front of the familiar village, Zabuza was stunned, his hand reaching behind his back, but the beheading sword was not there.

Wearing a Jonin vest and a forehead protector on his head, Zabuza looked at himself in disbelief, "This is... Kirikage Village."

Then, he smiled and said, "It is indeed hell, and there is no difference between Fog Shadow Village and hell."

Looking at the people around him and the familiar scenes, they couldn't be more familiar. Zabuza raised his feet and walked forward, "Let me see what hell is like."

Walking on a familiar road, the people around him are unfamiliar. As a ninja, he has no family, no relatives, and even no friends.

Somewhat tragic.

In such a place, in such a blood mist, it is no wonder that Zabuza wants to overthrow him.

At a certain moment, Zabuza stopped and stood in the heavy snow, "This place..."

"Very familiar." Zabuza grinned and walked forward, very slowly, as if he was afraid that he would walk too fast and his memories would not be able to keep up.

His eyes fell on the street. There was a small dark gap between the buildings. It was the place where homeless people in Wuying Village most often stayed.

"You must have lived there before Shiro." It had been so long ago that Zabuza couldn't remember clearly.

It seems that Bai is smiling every moment in his memories, making people subconsciously forget his past.

In such a cold place, the smile is like the warm sun, warm and fascinating.

"Tch, why didn't I find that guy's smile so annoying before?" Zabuza thought of something.

He is a ghost, and he should be a murderous guy, but he is followed by a person with a different style from him. As long as the mission has not started, that guy is always smiling.

It's like being happy with yourself.

It was obvious that he was just a rebellious nin who was on the run, killing people like crazy, incapable of emotion, and still poor.

But that guy could always laugh, for all kinds of inexplicable reasons, and he laughed so happily that he didn't even want to interrupt.

However, Zabuza's smile disappeared.

"You should be here at this time." Zabuza sighed, as if he was regretting something, "My hell is not without you."

Lift your feet and walk forward again, the front without end.

"Then I should be happy. You guy, you really shouldn't be in the same place as me." Zabuza's face gradually turned cold, just like him before, the one without emotions.

The place Bai went to should be a happy place, with his parents and friends, a place that would not discriminate against blood-stained ninjas.

That place does not belong to Zabuza.

The cold wind hit Zabuza's body, taking away the temperature of his body. The pedestrians around him exuded warmth, but there was only blood and killing on Zabuza's body.

He is a ghost, a ghost who belongs to hell. He has never had the luxury of climbing out of hell. His only hope is probably that there will be no white ghosts in hell.

"Hahahahaha!" Zabuza suddenly laughed, raising his head and laughing loudly.

Pedestrians looked at him in surprise, then lowered their heads silently and continued on their way.

The wind and snow covered Zabuza's body amid laughter, and the Jounin vest was stained with snow, pure white and beautiful.

Ahead is the street. In the street is the largest garbage dump in this place. Next to the garbage dump, there is always a child sitting.

When the child heard the laughter, he raised his head and turned his eyes to the direction from which the sound came.

He was stunned, then stood up, stepped on the ground with bare feet, step by step, the speed became faster and faster, getting closer to that direction.

In the crowd, the lonely laughter, in the flow of people, the retrograde figure.

Two people who were supposed to meet here once again stood in front of each other.

The wind blew away the laughter, leaving only a tearful figure.

When Zabuza came back to his senses, he couldn't laugh. He just subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the child in front of him, but he didn't dare to use force for fear that the colorful foam would burst in the sun.

Shiro stretched out his hand and just stared at Zabuza blankly. The coldness could not freeze his tears, but only made him slump in the cold wind.

The world lights up.

A brat like you, who is not needed by anyone, will end up dead on the street.

Zabuza looked at Shiro, and the memories unfolded in front of the two of them like a scroll, "A brat like you... is not needed by anyone... and will only end up dead on the street..."

My brother and I have the same eyes.

The scroll unfolded, and on a snowy street, on that bridge, in Shiro's memory, he smiled, "Zabuza-sama and I have the same eyes."

"Just a brat..." Zabuza clenched his fist and held his hand with Shiro's.

He didn't use any force, he was afraid that he would be too strong and crush the phantom.

Two pairs of eyes with the same look looked at each other, with only themselves in each other's eyes.

Kid, do you hope someone needs you? Can you give everything for me?

Zabuza raised his steps, "Do you hope that someone will need you again? Can you... give everything for me?"

Shiro stepped forward and threw himself into Zabuza's arms.

At that time, Bai hesitated, but now, he didn't want to hesitate anymore, he just nodded.

There is not much difference between the memory and the present. The only thing that is there is the tears in the corners of my eyes, I don’t know why, they flow so fast.

From today on, your ability belongs to me.

Zabuza closed his eyes, put one hand on Haku's head and the other on Haku's back, "From today on, you...belong to me."

The picture scroll will be treasured by others, because the picture scroll can always depict scenes that do not exist in reality. That beautiful picture may be even more bizarre and beautiful than it is now.

However, reality is sometimes more beautiful than pictures.

No matter how heavy the snow falls, it can't extinguish the warmth in my heart. Even if the wind blows coldly, it can't freeze the two hearts that are close to each other.

There are always people who feel that reality is cruel, but they have never thought that illusion comes from reality.

Zabuza took off his vest and put the outer lining on Shiro.

Shiro's current height is only half of Zabuza's, and an outer lining is completely insufficient.

"Let's go home." Zabuza picked up Shiro and walked towards his home like he was holding a precious gift.

Haku's head was buried in Zabuza's arms, "Sir Zabuza, are we going to rebel again?"

"No." Zabuza shook his head, "It's not necessary. Terumi Mei will be in charge soon. It just takes a little time to get through it."

"I will help Zabuza-sama." Shiro raised his head and looked at Zabuza with a smile.

In the past, when he said this, Zabuza would smile and praise him.

But this time, Zabuza did not smile, but kept a serious expression, "You are not allowed to use your jutsu, not until Mei Terumi comes on stage."

Bai almost forgot that the current Mist Shadow Village was still in the blood mist, where ninjas slaughtered blood-stained boundaries.

Bai nodded, "I understand."

After saying that, he looked at Zabuza with some confusion, "In this case, I just use Wind Release and Water Release."

"I said, no." Zabuza's voice was cold, but in Bai's ears, it was extremely warm.

Looking at Shiro, Zabuza said in a deep voice, "Are you looking down on me, Shiro? Do you think Zabuza, the Kirikage Kiren, needs the help of a guy who can reach the level of a jounin?"

"I'm sorry, Zabuza-sama." Bai Zhanyan smiled, turning into a warm sun in the cold winter, "I will wait for Zabuza-sama at home."

"Until I don't behead my lord and go home."

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