【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

The pain from the tip of the knife piercing his eyeball didn't seem to have completely dissipated. When Neji regained consciousness again, he happened to have his eyes closed.

He had long been familiar with the feeling of fever, but he was surprised that his body had shrunk.

It's no wonder, after all, it was the body that was previously lost in the Pure Land - it was forcibly pulled back by the joints he left behind in this world.

The remaining half of the body should still be with Black Zetsu and Obito.

Neji endured his headache and opened his eyes, but the scene was extremely familiar.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, black forehead protector...

Who else could it be if it wasn't Naruto Uzumaki?

The draft blew through the room, lifting the gauze in front of the window, and even the wind chimes swayed and made a pleasant tinkling sound.

It's starting to snow again outside. The Iron Country is a cold country with the same name - not just in terms of climate, but also in people's hearts.

The last time Neji came here, he felt that the people here were indifferent.

It's not the meanness shown on the outside, but the choice from the race itself, centuries-old genes.

Aju's death is the best example.

He closed his eyes again and sorted out the memories of his time as the "Third Son".

Aju is a very good mother. She is not an aboriginal of the Iron Country, but a refugee around the national border.

Before she could even be named, her family gave her to the border guards in exchange for the chance for the remaining people to enter the border openly.

"Although the name Ah Ju sounds nice, few people use it!"

Uzumaki Naruto seemed to have just arrived here. He was still cold and was caught by the maid who came to change clothes.

The sound of friction of clothing came from the edge of the room. It should be soft and thin fabric, followed by Uzumaki Naruto's question.

He is not a resident of the Iron Kingdom, so naturally he does not know this legend.

The maid was good-natured. She seemed to be carrying a tray. Neji could hear the sound of wooden boards and chain mail clashing from the bed.

"There is a legend in the Kingdom of Iron. It is a story about a samurai and his wife."

The maid's voice was brisk, and she didn't sound like she was telling a ghost story at all. Through the curtain, Neji caught a glimpse of the man holding a pile of plates in his hand, no more, no less, exactly nine. They should have come from other rooms after dinner. After collecting them, they saw the dusty Uzumaki Naruto on the way back to the kitchen.

"A samurai's wife is very virtuous and gentle. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also neat and tidy in doing things. She is a well-known virtuous wife in the village where she lives."

"He is not related to..."

Naruto couldn't help but ask, but the maid stopped him with a gesture. It seemed that the next half of the sentence was a forbidden sentence that was not allowed in Mifune's mansion.

The maid's description of Aku is almost exactly the same as Mifune's description of his wife and adopted child.

"Aju was washing dishes at home one day and accidentally broke one of them, her husband's favorite."

"When the samurai returned home, he found that one plate was missing from his home, leaving only nine..."

"He was very, very angry and pulled out a knife to chop off his wife's head..."

The maid pointed to the plate in her hand and heard the sound of Naruto swallowing.

"And then?"

"Akiku was so frightened that after escaping from the samurai's house, she jumped into a well and committed suicide."

The maid's fingers pointed at the edge of the plate, and the only sound left in the air was the sound of friction with the ceramic material.

"Every night, a woman's head comes out of the well..."

"Nine plates were wrapped in her hair..."

"One, two, three,..., nine, one is missing!"

When the number reached nine, the plate in the maid's hand was also finished, and it was shaking and about to fall and break.

"It's so scary to say..."

Naruto turned pale after hearing this, why could someone start telling ghost stories so quietly!

The maid winked playfully, put the plate in place, turned around and was about to leave, but she didn't forget to turn around and ask:

"I'm sorry to scare you, but would someone really kill his wife over a plate?"

"Why did Aju choose to jump into a well when he died by a knife or jumped into a well?"

By the time Naruto came to his senses, the door had been closed, and the sound of a boy coughing could be heard from behind the curtain.

"Don't forget the important things!"

Naruto knocked his head and looked towards the curtain.

The child has black hair, white skin, and cuteness. He is indeed as extraordinary as Mifune described.

Her long hair was scattered around the bed, her pure black eyes were slightly opened, her face was still flushed abnormally due to illness, and her lips were slightly chapped.

The wet towel on his forehead has long since lost its original temperature.

This is obviously not what Mifune describes as "salvation" as it should be.

"Cough cough..."

Accompanied by the sound of coughing, those eyes opened completely, but it sent shivers down Naruto's spine.

It was as if someone had seen through him, and any thoughts in his heart had no way of hiding in front of these eyes.

"I'm an idiot!"

"It's not like you roll your eyes! You must have heard too many ghost stories just now!"

The second son was not in this room, saying that he had gone to get food for his younger brother, but at dusk, everyone in the other rooms had finished eating, but he still did not come back.

Is it "salvation"? This is more like a "disaster".

But Mifune's worries don't seem fake.

Are you just worried about the death of the "third son"? Is redemption something that just needs to be alive?

"Who are you...?"

The boy spoke slowly, and Naruto's thoughts just now had already made Naruto accumulate a lot of pity for this child.

"My name is Naruto Uzumaki, and I am a ninja from Konoha!"

He introduced himself with kindness in his voice and his hands not idle.

From the corner of his eye, Neji saw Naruto's hand pick up the wet towel on his forehead, put it back into the basin, wring it out and cover it on his forehead again.

The cool touch is a real headache reliever.

"Thanks..."

In the end, the third son is just Neji himself without memory. Even if he doesn't deliberately disguise himself, there is no possibility of being exposed in this situation.

There are too few people who know Sanzi, and even fewer people know Hyuga Neji.

"It's okay. Speaking of which, you are obviously the adopted son of Grandpa Mifune, but you don't get the treatment of an adopted son at all!"

This room is just of ordinary size, even the location is close to the kitchen and servants' quarters. It doesn't look like an adopted son, but like a distant relative brought from the countryside.

"Do you know what the story of 'Aju' is told in history?"

Neji did not answer Naruto's question directly, but asked him questions related to the ghost story just now.

Naruto's face froze, as if he was recalling the terrible memories just now, but he still shook his head tremblingly, even his eyes sparkling.

An “I’m scared but I want to know” look.

"Cough cough..."

The boy coughed twice before continuing: "Aju was sold to a samurai by his family. This samurai has no outstanding achievements, but is suspicious."

"Before that day, I heard that my wife was having an affair with another family, but it was difficult to find a reason to do anything to her."

"So Ah Ju actually..."

Naruto poured fragrant chrysanthemum tea from the kettle on the side and fed it to the boy's mouth.

"Just prove your innocence."

But what Neji didn't say was that most of the girls who were sold to samurai families would be named Aju.

Killing Aju's husband is not limited to "samurai" either.