Konoha's Happy Naruto

the next day.

The gloomy sky was covered with light rain.

Naruto put on the black funeral clothes given by Hinata. After going out, he slowly walked with the crowd towards the funeral site and met Hinata on the way.

The ruins left by yesterday's intruders can still be seen on the street, and sobs are heard constantly.

"Naruto-kun, are you okay?"

Naruto didn't say a word all the way, and Hinata was worried.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Naruto patted Hinata's little hand and said with a smile.

"If you are sad, you can cry out, don't hold it in your heart..." Hinata grabbed Naruto.

Hinata, who understands Naruto's experience, knows that the third generation is one of the few people in the village who is close to Naruto.

Naruto:"……"

Do you have to cry at a funeral?

Naruto thought of the several funerals he attended before traveling through time.

The scene was neither sad nor joyful.

The sad person who was crying and shouting in front of the coffin quickly regained his composure as soon as he walked out the door. He did not have the "inexorable sadness" often described in books.

Most of the relatives and friends who came to express their condolences were chatting about the family's quarrels. Compared with previous gatherings, it might just be that their clothes were different and the atmosphere was a little lower.

The crying at the funeral seems to be just some kind of ritual.

Because sadness does not necessarily have to be expressed with tears.

Some pain cannot be cried out.

The dead are gone, so are the living.

Moreover, deceased relatives and friends will definitely hope that the living people will be happy and healthy.

In the rain, people at the funeral lined up to lay flowers.

Here, Naruto met the third generation's grandson, Konohamaru.

After Konohamaru presented the flowers, he left alone and didn't know where he went.

Because of the delay in the Chunin Exam, Naruto was naturally unable to save Konohamaru who was captured by Kankuro, so this was their first encounter.

"Hinata, please go back first." Naruto felt that he needed to enlighten Konohamaru.

"Naruto-kun yourself..."

"Don't worry, I'm really fine."

"Ok."

Hinata was very worried and looked back three times every step she took.

After Hinata's back disappeared, Naruto began to look for Konohamaru and found him on Shadow Rock.

Konohamaru looked into the distance with red eyes, and didn't realize it until Naruto sat next to him.

"who are you?"

"Me, you can think of me as, um... a guy who often gives the third generation headaches." Naruto sat down casually.

Konohamaru moved to the side and looked at Naruto with a worried expression. Didn't he see that he was so sad?

Naruto pretended not to see it: "Do you think your grandpa wants you to be so sad?"

"Grandpa, he..." Konohamaru was stunned, rubbing his red eyes, and fell into deep thought.

"The Third Hokage has been planning for the village. What he wants is the happiness of the villagers. As you are a villager and his grandson, he naturally does not want you to be sad. And at your grandfather's age, even if he dies, , this can also be regarded as a happy funeral."

Even now, the average life span of people in the ninja world is only thirty or forty, and the third generation was 69 years old when he died in battle.

If converted to the earth, the average person is 80 years old, and the age of death is [-]...

It's not an exaggeration to say it's joy or mourning.

Naruto took out a writing brush from his ninja tool bag and handed it to Konohamaru.

"What is this?" Looking at the brush, Konohamaru wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand.

"This can be regarded as...a gift that your grandfather entrusted me to give to you."

It should be considered a gift...Naruto was a little unsure.

But the best way to pull someone out of grief is to divert their attention.

The material used for this brush was the beard that Naruto pulled off the third generation's chin.

Now giving it to Konohamaru can be regarded as a... gift that spans time and space?

"Is this really what grandpa asked you to give to me?" Konohamaru's face was full of suspicion.

Konohamaru has also been giving the third generation a headache because he is often naughty and doesn't study hard.

Is this a gift for a poor student, stationery or a writing brush?

This guy can't be a liar... Konohamaru muttered in his heart.

Naruto saw through his thoughts: "Don't underestimate this brush. It's made of your grandfather's beard."

"Really...really?!" Konohamaru was shocked.

"You can ask casually. This writing brush used a total of 340 seven beards. Of course, because the beards were very long, they were all cut and used. Your grandfather's beards were obviously much shorter at that time."

Naruto was telling the truth. At that time, he had pulled out a piece of the third generation's beard.

Konohamaru believed most of it.

He didn't think what Naruto was telling was a lie, because such a simple lie could be easily exposed.

Konohamaru planned to wait for a while and then ask his grandfather's guards. They would definitely know.

Of course, Konohamaru must have received a positive answer, because this is the fact.

"Unexpectedly, grandpa still wants me to study hard..."

Konohamaru clenched the brush in his hand, took a deep breath, and shouted to the sky: "I won't let you down!"

Naruto clapped his hands: "Since the gift has been delivered, I will leave first. Remember to study hard."

"I will work hard!"

Konohamaru stretched out his thumb, showing his white teeth.

Naruto took one look and left quickly. He was afraid that Konohamaru would shout youth in the next second.

If that were the case, the third generation would probably pop out of the ground.

Not long after Naruto left, Asuma came over. He also came to comfort Konohamaru.

At Hong’s reminder.

Because it would be really difficult for a slovenly smoker to think of this, even harder than asking him to quit smoking.

"Konohamaru, actually the third generation..."

Before Asuma could finish speaking, Konohamaru raised his brush and looked at him with red eyes: "Uncle Asuma, I'm fine."

The brush in Konohamaru's hand looked familiar. It was... Asuma's eyelids were slit, and the cigarette in his mouth almost dropped.

He naturally recognized this brush, and even its origins were clear.

That guy Naruto actually gave this thing to Konohamaru... Asuma had a complicated expression.

"Uncle, is this brush really made of grandpa's beard?" Since Asuma was here, Konohamaru was not going to ask the guard.

"This... um."

Asuma nodded heavily, it was definitely true, it really couldn't be true.

"It turned out to be true!"

Konohamaru stared at the brush, feeling very emotional in his heart, because he knew that his uncle Asuma would not lie to him about such a thing.

Taking a deep breath, Konohamaru turned around and ran away, heading towards home.

"Grandpa, I will not let you down!"

Asuma scratched the whiskers on his cheeks.

Have I finished persuading you?

But I only said less than two sentences in total.

Is it so easy to persuade people?

Forget it, let’s talk to Hong.

the other side.

Naruto stood guard in front of the third generation's tombstone until all the people who laid flowers left, then he came out.

There was also an open notebook in his hand.

It reads: "Three generations in the village bullied me for being ignorant and openly threw books into my house."If you return to the west one day, I will dance from the grave. '

This was written when I was three years old. Because I was afraid of being recognized, I still used pinyin.

The handwriting is still crooked and a little difficult to read. In the words of the teacher, it is called "spider crawling".

Because at that time, my sense of the third generation was not very good, and I was neutral but disliked it.

Of course, my senses are much better now.

But as Naruto and Konohamaru said before, the death of the third generation at this age can be regarded as a happy mourning in the ninja world.

So here comes Naruto.

"Old man, let me show you something nice."