【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

The mission location is a little too biased.

But even walking there only takes half a day. But only half a day apart, the difference can be so huge.

Devastated.

This place has been plundered by the war, and there are only a few scattered temporary residences built from debris scattered on the land.

Before the fight, this place should have been like any other village, full of greenery, with occasional droughts and rains passing by, bringing some unexpected sadness and surprises.

Before the fight breaks out, there should be children of appropriate age stepping on the grass here, making some harsh but reassuring laughter, playing, fighting, or causing harm to the creatures playing in the world.

Neji stepped on the branches that had been burned black by the war and had been completely carbonized, and the waves in his heart could not calm down for a long time.

Some people were shocked, some were numb, and some were furious.

Some people seek change, some are armed with plainness, and some tear off the mask of humanity.

"Snapped!"

Kisame clapped his hands together, and the red and black corpse stained in the blue-gray palms was a mosquito.

It was time to rest at this time. The sun had not yet set and the afterglow was very good. It was a brief pause in the fighting.

Neji skillfully took out a small paper packet from his ninja bag, put the powder inside into his mouth, and swallowed it with water. It had no taste at first, but now it was slightly bitter.

There are no restaurants or inns here, but there is a mother and son who are surviving in the ruins.

"It must be Mr. Traveler..."

"I'm sorry...there's nothing good to see here..."

They live in a small house built from scraps, and they can only move around inside by bending down. The woman looked like she was in her forties or fifties, but when she opened her mouth, she realized she was still in her youth.

Her face was covered with dust, shrouded in the haze of hunger. Her yellow-black skin drooped on her bones, and black grease squeezed into the depressions.

Although the emphasis is always on the seriously ill daughter, there are also traces of illness on women. Yellow and thin, diseased bones are torn apart.

"It's very dangerous here. You'd better leave as soon as possible."

The weather was getting colder, and Neji couldn't help coughing twice. It was the time when his body was weak. The woman's maternal nature was aroused again, and she hesitated for only three or four seconds before speaking.

"If you don't mind...it's a small and humble place, so you can take a rest."

The woman was not afraid of the three men wearing hats and strange costumes. They even touched the top of Neji's head very gently.

There hasn't been a child of this age here for a long time. Although he looks a little thinner, he is still alive.

The three of them didn't refuse. Compared to surviving in the wilderness or seeking a place to stay further away, this place was more suitable.

and……

Kisame's peripheral vision automatically tracked Itachi's position.

Mr. Itachi seems to want to stay here too. Although I don’t know what Mr. Itachi thinks, Kisame will be consistent with Uchiha Itachi.

Their child was pricked by a splinter, and the wound became inflamed, suppurating, and had a high fever.

There are no quilts, no medicines, and even water is a scarce resource.

The milk dumpling, who looked three or four years old, was lying on the ground with only a piece of cardboard as a cushion.

"The child's father was beaten to death, our family is poor...the child is sick again..."

A woman showing an injured leg is already a bad thing. There are tender white maggots attached to the black carrion and eating them.

"I'm still like this... I really can't go to the rescue station."

The woman smiled self-deprecatingly, as if death was her final destination.

But even if she was still alive, she never thought about giving up her life. Instead, she tried her best to build an oasis here.

Neji's cool fingers brushed the girl's red cheeks, and he bent his body as if possessed by a ghost, leaning his forehead in the girl's direction. The metal forehead protector has a hint of coolness, allowing the child with a high fever to drink from the clear spring in the desert.

"You'd better get used to it quickly."

Uchiha Itachi broke out of the silence, his tone neither sad nor happy.

"Ah."

I will always remember this moment.

War... for what? Should war end suffering? War will bring some suffering and end some suffering.

Peace is born in war, and war is born in peace.

Naturally, the movement speed of civilians cannot be compared with that of ninjas.

Uchiha Itachi originally thought that Hyuga Neji would support them with medicines, water, or food to the mother and daughter.

Not really... It's incredible that Hyuga Neji didn't take the two of them to the aid station.

He just turned pale and went back to doing his own thing.

Children at this age are full of compassion and feel that they can save the world.

Uchiha Itachi wanted to ask, but felt it was inappropriate and swallowed it.

Hyuga Neji is like an ordinary traveler, taking nothing and bringing nothing.

He couldn't see through those white eyes.

"You have been taking medicine, are you sick?"

Neji put the third packet of medicine powder into his mouth today, and Uchiha Itachi found a topic.

"Um……"

"It cost a little bit."

The price is such a big deal.

They will not live long...

But Neji couldn't save, couldn't change. It's just a chance encounter. Although meeting by chance is fate, there are thousands of people in the world who meet by chance. If there is one, thousands of others will follow.

A person's power is limited...

Neji thought of Pain's divine words.

In the face of overwhelming power? Maybe...but power is never the only solution, not even a "solution".

When the sun rises again, it's time for the mission to truly begin. Target six people, quick victory.

Neji stared at the six freehand portraits drawn in his hands, leaning against the corner of the room.

Six envoys to protect the country.

"Snapped!"

It was Kisame who killed another mosquito. Even if he killed one, two, or three, there would still be thousands of mosquitoes in the world.

Even if Kisame is protected from mosquitoes, there are still Neji, Itachi, women, and girls living under the shadow of mosquitoes.

If everyone wants to save, then no one will be able to save...

Neji's heart felt like it was being pressed by a huge boulder, he couldn't breathe, and the old injury on his collarbone ached. He looked at Kisame in a daze, almost making him think that the boy had some special interest in mosquitoes.

Is there a clan in Konoha that relies on chakra-fed bugs to fight, and... regards bugs as treasures?

But mosquitoes are the public enemy of the world, right?

Kisame stared at the mosquito corpses in his hands and tentatively stretched his hand towards Neji.

"How about a grand burial?"

Looking at the boy's incredible eyes and Uchiha Itachi who silently turned his head to the other side, Kisame secretly thought that something was wrong.

"Are you...possessed by Ah Fei?"

This is what the young man said.

But...but...being possessed by Fei is too much!