Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

When Kosuke wandered home, the light in the living room was still on.

He hesitated for a while and was about to go straight back to his room from the corridor outside the living room. Now he smelled of alcohol and was decadent, and he didn't want to be seen by anyone at home.

However, just as he was about to walk through the living room, his father Danzo's cold and deep voice came from the inside of the paper door.

"Kousuke?"

The footsteps stopped suddenly, and Yusuke stood outside numbly.

After a moment of silence, Kosuke could only reply: "Ah, it's me."

"Come in."

"..."

This is the way their father and son have always talked, so stiff and unfamiliar that they feel like they are talking to strangers.

No, he would still be polite and courteous when talking to strangers. His father never had this with him.

Kosuke opened the paper door anyway, and the indoor light was very bright. As soon as the paper door was opened, the bright and soft light instantly poured into the corridor, illuminating half of Kosuke's body.

He raised his head and saw Danzo sitting at the low table. There was a scroll spread out on the table, and he was looking at it intently.

"If father has something to do, then I will first..."

"Have you been drinking?" Danzo frowned and turned to look at Kosuke. Kosuke's long hair was tied back, and his whole gentle face was exposed. His fair skin was stained with a trace of alcohol. red.

Seeing that he remained silent, Danzo's voice suddenly rose a decibel and asked again: "Have you been drinking?"

"Yes," this time, Kosuke didn't hesitate, he nodded.

The scroll in his hand was thrown heavily on the table, Danzo stood up and came to Kosuke.

He squinted at the son in front of him, and then raised his right hand.

There was a loud slap on the face without any warning, and Danzo's head was slapped on Kosuke's head slightly to the side. This slap seemed unexpected, but also reasonable.

Alcohol paralyzed Kosuke's reflexes, but he also knew that even if he knew his father was going to hit him, he would not avoid it.

In the Shimura family, no one can disobey his father.

If he wants to hit you, you must obediently stick your face out and let him hit you. This is the rule.

There are rules again. From a very young age, there are countless rules.

As long as he fails to meet his father's requirements, he will be punished. Everyone tells him that this is a rule, a rule to make him a strong person.

But no one ever cared about whether he wanted to become a strong man or not.

"I told you not to drink, Kosuke, have you forgotten?"

Kosuke slowly turned his head to look at Danzo. When Danzo saw Kosuke's cold eyes, he couldn't help but frown.

Such a look had never appeared in his son's eyes before. In the past, when the father and son were talking, Kosuke never even looked directly at him. This was the first time he knew that such an emotion would still appear in his son's eyes.

Obviously, Danzo didn't like this look.

"What kind of look are you looking at?" he shouted with a frown.

"Why can't I drink? I'm 20 years old, aren't I? How old was my father when he started drinking? He was also 20 years old. Why can my father do it but I can't?"

"..."

Faced with a series of questions from Kosuke, Danzo didn't know how to answer him for a while.

"I have no mission tomorrow, and I have no mission for the next few days. Why can't I drink? Father, please tell me."

After pondering for a moment, Danzo narrowed his eyes, and there was also a cold light in his eyes.

"As a ninja, do you have to stay away from alcohol? Then why can father drink it?"

"..."

"Haha," Kosuke stood up straight holding on to the doorframe of the paper door. The light in the living room shone on his face, and he could see five pink fingerprints gradually appearing on his fair face.

He chuckled and stared into Danzo's eyes fearlessly.

It was like a trapped animal that had had enough of the cage that imprisoned it.

Kosuke's voice was very cold and a little sad. He looked at Danzo and said, "Father, you actually just like to be the master, control the destiny of others. This is why you want to be Hokage, and this is why you want to control me." , you just don’t like others disobeying you, right?”

His chin was pinched, and Danzo looked at his son who was contradicting him, with embarrassment and anger in his eyes that he had been poked in a painful spot.

"Asshole, look at what you look like. You can't do anything you should do well. How can you have the face to tell me that you are disobedient and domineering? Are you worthy of it now?"

Danzo pinched his chin and cheeks with his hands. Kosuke was speechless, but he didn't give in. He just stared at his father coldly.

At the end, he smiled.

Danzo let go in disgust, and Kosuke was thrown to the paper door on one side. With a crash, his body penetrated the paper door and fell heavily on the tatami.

"Since I don't have any tasks for the next few days, I'll just sit in my room and reflect. I've never seen parents who would persecute their children."

Lifting his head from the tatami, Kosuke looked at his sanctimonious father and asked again.

"Why did you tell me to take down Kushina? Because I like it?"

Danzo didn't expect that Kosuke would suddenly ask this. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then he seemed to know the reason why Kosuke got drunk.

The expression on his face was a little ugly, but there was also a hint of emotion. He opened his mouth. He originally wanted to say something useless, but when the words came to his mouth, he changed them to something else.

"Ah, as a father, of course I hope you can be with the girl you like."

"Haha, is that so, father?"

Kosuke climbed up unsteadily from the broken paper door. He ignored Danzo behind him and limped away.

After a long time, the sound of the door closing was particularly loud in this silent night.

Danzo withdrew his gaze from Kosuke's door and looked at the tattered paper door. One of the door bones was broken and there was bright red blood on it.

Danzo pursed his lips tightly, and the expression on his face was dark and unclear, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

In the room, Kosuke sat in front of the bed. He took out a brocade box from the bottom drawer of the table placed against the wall. When he opened it, he saw several long red hairs.

This red hair had been with him for many years. It was Kushina's hair that was pulled off by someone on the cherry blossom path.

He raised the hair to his eyes in front of the light. The long hair was like red silk thread, very beautiful, very beautiful.

He got this red line, but it was not the red line between him and Kushina.

A few years have passed, and Kosuke has probably understood his father's intention of telling him to capture Kushina.

Pulling Kushina to his side is equivalent to gaining the support of the Uzumaki clan in disguise. There are not many people left in the Uzumaki clan now. For Mito, the wife of the first Hokage, Kushina is the only one who can see her. A tangible tribesman, this kind of absolute preference is what my father needs.

At the same time, he also wanted the sealing technique that Kushina learned from Master Mito. Besides power, his favorite was ninjutsu.

At this moment, he clenched his hands and took the long red hair into his palm.

My head was a little dizzy, and there was a burning pain from the place where the broken door bone punctured my right abdomen, but these were nothing compared to my heartache.

Kosuke leaned back on the bed, his eyes wet with despair.

He sadly found that he had been like a puppet under his father Danzo for the past 20 years. His father liked progressive children, so he had to go to the clan dojo to train even if he was sick. He had to abandon the excellent children his father liked. I tried my best to become what he wanted.

My father is proud to be from a wealthy family. Even if he is willing to be ordinary in his heart, he cannot do as he pleases.

He envied the way Naoki got along with his father, and he also envied the way Joruri got along with the Nidaime Hokage. Walking on the street, he could see many children getting along with their father, and all of them were like him getting along with their father. The way is different.

He wanted to see his father's smiling face. His mother said that as long as he did things his father's way, his father would be happy. When his father was happy, he would treat him better and smile.

He did it and worked ten times a hundred times.

However, his father would never smile to himself.

He always said, Kosuke, this can be done better.

Better, better, keep working hard without any end.

Father, he doesn't want to admit that his son is actually just an ordinary person.

There are very few geniuses in this world, and most people are ordinary people, but he is unwilling to admit that his son is just one of the majority.

Over the years, Kosuke has worked hard to gain his father's approval and see his smiling face.

Now, he found that he didn't even get as much love as the puppets in the hands of Sunagakure's puppet master.

A few years ago, he thought that his father finally recognized him, even if it was his vision of liking girls.

Only later did he discover that even people's emotions could be used as a tool for him to exploit.

The fire attribute chakra condensed on the fingertips, and then he saw a cluster of small flames. Yusuke looked at the cluster of flames hesitantly. After a long time, he sighed and used the flames to burn the few red hairs. .

His first love, his unrequited first love came to an end this night.

If he is destined to be a puppet, only he is enough. People like him do not deserve a girl as good as Kushina.

"Shimura Yusuke..."

The room was silent.

"You can give up completely."