[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

Judging from ninja standards, Uchiha Itachi, who is only ten years old, is undoubtedly very competent.

He is completely different from an ordinary boy, and cannot be compared with any adjectives such as childish and innocent. His expression is also very serious, and he often shows a look of thinking.

However, the more calm he looked, the more Sasami became playful.

——Children are cuter if they are more lively.

——For example, Uchiha Obito sleeping on her bed.

After finishing the day's shooting, the crew returned to the hotel to rest. Because the filming location is relatively remote, there are not many hotels to choose from. Even though this hotel is really dilapidated and shabby, everyone can only stay in it reluctantly.

Walking down the dilapidated stairwell of the hotel, for some reason, she felt vaguely familiar.

Although there are signs of repairs, the layout does not seem to have changed much. As she walked around the corner of the stairs, her memories began to come back to her.

It wasn't until she discovered that the bathing pool here was for mixed bathing that men and women only vaguely recalled the old events from decades ago.

...Wait a minute, isn't this the hotel where Madara stayed one night when he ran away with her after his death?

At that time, the old lover Uchiha Madara, even if he was not blown to ashes, was already dead. The sweetness and malice of the past probably disappeared along with the dust kicked up by the explosion.

Putting away the old dreams that came to her mind, she shook her head and gently knocked on the door.

"Uchiha-kun, are you still awake?"

The dim light poured on the old yellow paper door, reflecting a shadowy figure.

The thick ink-like black shadow gradually grew larger on the paper door, and then, the paper door was opened from the inside.

Uchiha Itachi stood quietly at the door with his black hair disheveled.

"...What's the matter?" There was a look of confusion on his face.

"I have something to ask you." She clasped her hands together, showing a pleading dark look, "I originally wanted to wait until there are fewer people before going to the soup pool. But, it's already so late, can you come with me... …”

She couldn't help but twitch her lips when she thought of the looks of men looking at her from all directions when she stood at the entrance of the soup pool during the day.

"I understand." Itachi said briefly.

Since the other person was only a ten-year-old child, she didn't worry too much. She immediately took his hand and started walking in the dimly lit corridor.

Itachi's body stiffened for a moment, and after restraining his reflexive attack, his eyes flashed under his black hair, but he finally did not break away.

——The other party's hand was so cold that it made him feel unbearable.

"Is your name Chunqin?"

It was extremely rare that he took the initiative to ask.

She turned around, smiled and said: "No, that's just the stage name I use when working. As for my real name..."

She put her index finger to her lips and blinked with a narrow smile.

"It's a secret."

Itachi's expression moved slightly, then returned to his original expression of Furui Muha.

Neither of them spoke again for the rest of the journey.

When she reached the door of the soup pool and was about to open the curtain and walk in, Itachi stopped, nodded to her calmly and said, "I'll wait for you here."

He was not angry at all about being pulled out by her to keep him company at night, but was just carrying out his orders clearly like a real tool.

"Uchiha-kun..."

The light from behind hit the side of his face, and his thin eyelashes cast a layer of mottled shadows on the skin under his eyes.

In the drunken dim light, a hand covered the top of his head.

"Oh, are you angry?" Her smile was gentle, but she seemed to have a mischievous evil intention. "If a child is always so serious, he will become a middle-aged bald man with nasolabial folds in the future."

"I'm not angry." He put her hand away and replied seriously.

——If it was Obito, he must have made those "meaningless" remarks again at this time.

she thought absently.

Thinking of Madara's heir, she temporarily stopped teasing the child.

"Children will not stay children forever." She lifted a corner of the curtain and glanced lightly.

Uchiha Itachi, who was wearing a yukata and with long hair hanging loose, held a tachi in his hand and stood motionless with his back to her.

"I'll wait for you here." He repeated.

It's not that he didn't hear her question, he just heard the narrow teasing in her words. As a mature and cold minor, he chose to shut up.

Before putting down the curtain, the girl's clear and melodious voice faintly reached his ears.

"When you become a real adult, I will tell you my real name."

>>>

Spring has passed and autumn has come, and in the blink of an eye, Sasami has been debuting for more than two years.

Just as the company expected, the second spring of her career was very smooth. The band's new album has been released and has achieved good results on the charts, so it is a logical step to start the tour.

The first stop of the tour was set in the famous tourist destination-Tang no Kuni.

And at a moment that she didn't know, in the rainy Yuyin Village, a colorful photo was quietly placed on the desk of "Uchiha Madara".

"Jue, I've said it many times, don't always take these useless things..." He was mid-sentence, but stopped abruptly when he saw the youthful face of the girl in the photo clearly.

"...Chunqin?"

He rolled up the photo in his hand and let out a sneer that seemed to be mocking, but also somewhat nostalgic.

>>>

"So, the final track is-"

Accompanied by the distorted howl of the electric guitar, the familiar melody resounded through the crowded stadium, and a thin layer of mist seemed to be steaming over the crowd.

"Love, absolutely, not possible——"

The fans in the audience waved their light sticks and shouted the name of the song loudly.

……

After the performance, she returned to the dressing room alone, sat in front of the dressing table and carefully removed her makeup.

She had already changed out of her sequined costume and threw it casually on a hanger nearby. At this time, she was only wearing a camisole and leggings, and was carefully peeling off false eyelashes.

Just then, a man appeared behind her.

"Love, absolutely, not possible?"

A cold mask was placed on top of her head. The man was very tall, and the tremors produced when he spoke buzzed into her ears.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "You are just like Madara..."

"...Of course I am his cute little granddaughter."

Secretly sighing, she couldn't help sighing again, Obito was indeed becoming more and more unlovable.

She slowly turned her head, revealing a pair of Sharingan eyes that were as scarlet as his in the mask.

"It's been a long time, Xiao Tao." She raised her lips and said with a smile: "I should still call you...'Uchiha Obito'."