[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

There was no time to send anyone to invite anyone, and she didn't even bother to put on her shoes. Sasami stumbled downstairs with bare feet.

"Tafu——"

"What are you going to do?!"

The maids yelled in surprise but she was left behind. She tried hard to push away the chaotic crowd, but it didn't work and she used her ninja's strength. All she could see was that familiar figure.

Seeing that the high-ranking husband just now looked lost, the people below looked at each other, not knowing what happened, but they still made way for her.

The fragrance of lilies spread in the air, picked up by the wind and passed to the man wearing a bamboo hat.

Panting slightly, her steps paused.

"Izuna——"

She grabbed the man's sleeve, opened her eyes wide, and ecstasy and love flowed from her eyes to his body like honey.

"Shh-"

The man's fingers touched her lips, which were as cold as a thin layer of ice.

"Have you forgotten again? I can't see you, Riru."

Under the sloping hat, a pointed chin peeked out as pale as dusk snow. Only the slightly raised arc of her upper lip made her detect a familiar sense of nostalgia.

It was as if the body was poured into a concrete pillar and slowly sank in the waters of Tokyo Bay. She couldn't move at all, and couldn't even feel the coldness of the ground. She could only say to him with a stiff expression:

"I'm sorry, I promised to go with you..."

He touched her head helplessly, "Don't say stupid things."

Perhaps because he was tired of all kinds of looks, the slender and strong arms lifted her up effortlessly, and the dark blue back completely covered her face.

With some nostalgia, she buried her head in the man's arms and gently sniffed the smell of his clothes.

"You're so cold." Touching his cold hands, Sasami said in a daze, "You can't warm my hands now."

He climbed up the stairs, and every step he took made the old wooden steps creak. This voice may sound a bit gritty to others, but to her, it is more reassuring than any other voice.

"Riru, you forgot again." He said gently, "I have been dead for a long time."

The peony on the door split into two, and after the feet stepped into the room, the flowers merged into one again. The man holding her knelt on one knee on the ground, leaned down steadily, put her into the made-up quilt, and carefully tucked her in.

As if she expected something, she grabbed his wrist tightly: "...Do you want to leave me alone again, liar?"

In the shadows of the room, the smoke of incense rose into the air and entangled between the two bodies.

"Why don't I want to stay..."

The clear voice seemed to come from all directions, and the slight smile was as cold as melted snow. He answered casually but seemed to be serious.

That's what he seemed to say the last time I saw him alive. Even the expressions are the same.

——Until just now, she vaguely understood that this was his long farewell to her.

"...Kiss me one last time."

"Okay."

After a long reunion, it was him who agreed to her request.

A thin layer of ice was applied to her cheek. Since she couldn't see it, the lips moved around her face for a while before finally finding the right position. Under the familiar yet unfamiliar touch, her body felt warm.

Compared with his, her lips, which were always cold on weekdays, seemed to be hot. She licked the seam of his lips with her tongue until he reluctantly made a small opening, and then used this as an entrance to penetrate.

As lips and tongues intertwined, his teeth bit down gently again.

"When I was away, you and your brother must have done a lot of this and that." With the smell of blood in his mouth, he showed a sly smile, "Sure enough, I still..."

"Do you want to do it?" she interrupted him succinctly.

"...What are you thinking? I'm a ghost." He pinched the tip of her nose with a smile.

"Then wait until the next time we meet, when you are no longer a ghost..."

"Okay, I promise you."

Before his consciousness faded, his cold breath surrounded her, and the clear voice of singing Iroha songs to her also lingered in the fragrance, lingering like mist.

>>>

As she grows older, Sasami realizes more and more the benefits that strength gives her.

Many years ago, using the name of Taifu, she was indeed living a seemingly glorious life in Minato, but in fact she was controlled by Duhe.

And when she became a ninja, she didn't even need to use the Sharingan she copied from Madara. Just a super-weakened version of the fire ball would frighten the woman who was deliberately retaliated against by her for being kicked out of the position of Taifu.

She didn't even want to do anything to her, just showed a little trick...

Duohe saw this scene from behind the two of them. Perhaps she was used to the world, so she was not surprised at all. Tahe still looks like he is in his late twenties, with no signs of aging like her, so much so that Sasami wonders if the other person is her senior.

In any case, as the "Rirudao", she is indeed living a life like a queen in this ten-mile youthful Happy Street. Even the other Taifus on the street are not as comfortable as she is.

——After all, she has no performance pressure at all.

After passing through Tobirama with "The Lower Kage", she was no longer able to use the Sharingan. To compensate, she learned the Flying Thunder God without any teacher... and a lot of weird ninjutsu.

After trying out the more interesting ones one by one, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought:

Senju Tobirama is truly a man who cannot be underestimated.

Among the mess of half-finished ninjutsu, she captured a rather interesting content - the art of spiritual transformation.

A ninjutsu that can transform people into spiritual bodies and launch attacks regardless of distance...the point is not what the attack can penetrate, but the process of spiritual transformation.

Thinking of the oath between Izuna and her, she picked up the pen on a whim and wrote a letter to Tobirama for the first time.

During the period when she returned to being a Taifu, she also received letters from Hashirama one after another. Most of them told her about being squeezed out of labor by Tobirama and other unnutritious problems, and they also had news about Madara.

Where did Madara appear? Madara had been missing for two months, so what happened to Madara... The amount of attention she received simply stunned her.

Are you really just friends? !

You treat your wife... No, Hashirama is still a bachelor. She wanted to ask Hashirama, can you be so considerate to your future wife?

Thinking about it this way, even now that the two have broken off their relationship for a long time, they still seem to think of each other from time to time and are full of boasts about each other.

——I'm not Hashirama's wife, nor am I married to Madara. These two can mess around with each other as much as they like.

Reading the new letter from Hashirama, which said "Madara has been around the Land of Fire recently", Sasami could only choose to forgive.

Apart from these, Hashirama's words concealed the intention of persuading her to return to the village. He knew that she had a stubborn temper and was not willing to listen to persuasion, so naturally it was not easy for him to speak out. But she was living a happy life outside and didn't have enough fun at all. She could only hold on to a guilty mentality and silently muttered "I'm sorry" while pretending not to understand.

In contrast, Madara, who said he would not wait for anyone, did not wait for her. After discovering that she had left the village, he sent a letter from nowhere with a scrawled "I understand."

She really didn't know where to send the reply, so she simply didn't bother to reply and put Madara's matter aside.

In the early winter of this year, the snow fell very early, and the fire bowls for heating were lit early in the tea house. The accumulated snow was melted by the heat coming out of the house, and the snow water dripped along the window sill to the ground. It made a small depression in the snow.

The cold weather for several days has caused a lot less business in "Hell", and the streets are not as crowded as before.

Without the attention of the crowd, Sasami opened the window to get some air, and took a look at the view of a row of houses under the window. Nowadays, even this enchanted independent kingdom is covered in white snow and quiet, like a pure and flawless virgin.

She raised her head again and looked at the mountains in the distance. At the beginning of the twilight, under the clear sky, the light red halo fell on the white snow. It was really a gentle and almost cruel scene.

With a feeling in her heart, she took out the long-dusted shamisen from the piano case, leaned the piano in front of her, and played the tune of "Snow" with a plectrum.

No matter how careless she is, she has been trained strictly by Duohe for three years and has mastered all the skills necessary to become a Taifu. At this time, when I touched the piano again, I couldn't stop for a while.

After playing the song "Snow", we played "New Song Urashima" immediately afterwards. The sound of the piano sounded "ding-ding-dong-dong" in the room. After the two songs were played, the tune of "Capital Bird" was played again.

This piece of music is both beautiful and peaceful, like the gentle words of love spoken to an eloping lover, and like the gurgling water in the mountains. It seems that even the burning fire bowl in the corner has become much peaceful.

When the song ended, there was intermittent clapping in the room where there was no audience.

"You usually look lazy, but you still have such abilities hidden inside."

The man leaned against the window, closed the window for her thoughtfully, and said with a slight movement in his expression.

"That's because my teacher once studied under Song Mikan..." She reflexively recited the line taught by Duohe.

The man came closer, half-knelt in front of her, lifted her cheek with one hand, and put the other behind her shoulder.

He looked at her lips with interest, "The color of your lips seems to be different from before, Liru."

That's of course because I changed my lipstick!

Just as she was about to blurt out these words, a feeling of guilty conscience swept through her heart.

This rhythm now feels so familiar that something feels wrong.

Madara, are you afraid that you want to...

——I was caught by my ex(?) boyfriend who seemed to be trying to check my study progress. What should I do now? I’m waiting online!