Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

The sun has completely disappeared on the horizon. In early winter, without the sunshine, the chill immediately sets in.

Joruri rubbed her arms and looked at Sakumo. She thought for a while and called him, "Brother, go back, otherwise, you will get sick."

Sakumo turned around and looked at Joruri. The girl was wearing a moon-white dress without a thick coat. From noon to now, she had been shivering with him in the cold wind.

The words he wanted to stay any longer were on his lips, but looking at her look, Sakumo couldn't say it.

Lowering his eyes, Sakumo stood up from the ground with difficulty.

He nodded and said calmly: "Okay, go home."

Home, can we still call it home without our family?

In the kitchen, the lights were dim and Jing Liuli was busy busy.

In the bedroom, Sakumo sat alone on the tatami against the wall in a daze.

This feeling was so strange, as if he had suddenly gone from the bustling city to the silent mountains. He was the only one left in the vast world, so lonely that he felt panicked.

He was still suffering from not knowing how to talk to his mother about his father, but now it's great that he no longer has this trouble, but he would rather have this trouble than end up like this.

The bedroom door opened from the outside, and Jing Liuli walked in carefully carrying a bowl of clear porridge.

Heat slowly rose from the porridge bowl, covering the girl's slightly embarrassed face.

"I originally planned to make some side dishes, but...but I don't know how to cook. The vegetables were all burnt, and only the porridge was barely drinkable..."

A bowl of porridge with clear soup and little water but distinct rice grains was placed on the low table in front of Sakumo.

In the past, my mother always liked to cook porridge. She said that people with weak stomachs should drink more porridge as it has the effect of warming the stomach.

The porridge cooked by my mother is also very thin, but at a glance, you can feel the viscosity of the porridge, which is very different from the porridge made by Jingli.

Sakumo looked at the bowl of porridge with a smile, but his mouth finally became flat as he smiled.

A string of tears rolled down from his eyes without warning, dripping down his chin into the black ninja tights.

Because of this bowl of porridge, he, who had been suspended in illusion, found a sense of reality. It was only then that he really accepted the fact that his mother had left him forever.

The person you want to see will never be seen again, never... again.

Holding his face in his hands, this man who had not cried since he was five or six years old shed tears again.

He bit his lip with his teeth to swallow all the sobs back into his stomach, and covered his entire face with a pair of slender hands so that no one could see the tears that were pouring down his face.

The slender arms hesitantly pulled Sakumo into his arms, carrying the girly orange scent.

Joruri didn't say anything, just like when he was at the cemetery, she just stayed with him quietly.

She heard Sakumo, who had finally regained some sense, say: "I haven't seen her for the last time, why don't you wait for me and let me see her again? I just want to see her again..."

The girl's hand gently patted Sakumo's back again and again. She didn't know what to say, so she could only listen to what he said.

"Father, father died to save me. He had already escaped because my leg was stuck by a stone. He came back to save me..."

"..."

"He pushed me out, and then I was buried by the collapsing mountain."

"..."

"I couldn't even find his body...just the backpack that was in the tent at the camp."

"..."

"I have no family anymore..."

"Brother," Jing Liuli didn't know how to comfort him, but when he was uncomfortable, she felt that she was even more uncomfortable than him.

"Joruri, do you think they will meet in the Pure Land?"

After hesitating for two seconds, Jing Liuli nodded, "Probably so. I've heard a saying that after a loved one leaves, they go to another world to build a new home and wait for their living relatives in that home. Brother, They are like this, right? In the Pure Land, they will continue to be together and look at you together."

"Will it?" Sakumo asked blankly.

"Well," Jing Liuli nodded heavily, "So, don't be sad for too long, you still have a long way to go in life."

The road of life, will his life be very long?

With his chin resting on Joruri's thin shoulders, Sakumo was thinking about his life.

It's wartime now, so maybe he will be a short-lived ghost. Maybe if you don't pay attention, he will go over to reunite with his parents.

As if sensing his thoughts, Jing Liuli suddenly became very nervous. She straightened her body and looked at him eagerly. She shook her head to tell him not to think too much.

"If, I mean if, if brother feels that life suddenly has no sustenance, just...just think of me, even if it is for me who likes you so much, please be full of hope in life, no matter what time , don’t give up on yourself.”

Sakumo listened to her words with a blank look in his eyes again.

"I... know that your heart is not with me. From now on, I will not pester you anymore. Just like whoever you want to like. As long as you are good, I... I can..." Give up The words are really hard to say, but as long as Sakumo can get out of the haze and live the rest of his life well, it seems worth letting go.

Sakumo shook his head. He felt that his head was about to split in pain. He twisted his eyebrows with one hand and interrupted what she was going to say next.

"It has nothing to do with this, there is no need to use this method."

"..."

Sakumo took his hand away from his eyebrows. He frowned and stared at the slightly panicked girl in front of him with his deep eyes. The girl's face was so beautiful, with skin like snow and as bright as a ruby. Eyes, at this moment, there is urgency and pleading in these eyes.

Joruri seems to be really afraid that she will die.

If there is one person in this world who likes him unconditionally like his deceased parents, I am afraid that there is only one Joruri in this world.

This child has liked herself since she was a little girl, and after so many years, she has never changed.

Sakumo raised the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly. His eyes were red, and even the ends of his eyes were dyed red.

He asked: "Jing Liuli, do you like me so much?"

This was the first time Joruri saw such a smile on Sakumo's face. It was different from any other time. He was clearly smiling, but there was also suppressed despair.

There was mist in his deep eyes, which turned into an ocean that could drown a person. At this moment, these eyes were staring at him motionlessly, with nothing but himself in their eyes.

One corner of his lips curled up, making people unconsciously think of the bad handsome men in comics.

Jing Liuli heard his heart thud, as if he had been hit by something.

Swallowing dryly, Joruri avoided Sakumo's gaze. Such an aggressive gaze made her a little flustered.

"Huh?" He asked her, "Do you like me that much?"

"...Yes, yes."

"Ha~" The hands holding Joruri's arms suddenly let go, and Sakumo's body leaned back against the wall again.

That evil smile disappeared from his face. This time, he didn't shed any more tears, but looked at the girl in front of him sadly.

He finally saw his heart clearly. After his parents passed away one after another, he discovered that there was another person in the world that he didn't want to lose the most.

He doesn't want to lose Joruri, just like what Joruri said to him at the Nanga River, he has the same idea now.

He also wanted to... take her as his own.

Now, Joruri was right in front of him, just within reach of his hand.

As long as he wanted to, as long as he pulled her into his arms, she would never leave him.

However, the remaining trace of reason told him that if he did this, she would probably be the one who would be sad one day.

He would probably die on the battlefield like his father, and he didn't want Joruri to go through the pain he had experienced.

He thought sadly, could he survive until the war was over?

If he could, he must hold her hand. This time, he would never let go.