【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

When the chief finished talking about the matter, he turned around and happened to see these three strangers wearing red clouds and black robes. He was shocked, it was them! They were the "gods of death" who came specifically to take away his head according to the intelligence!

He smiled coquettishly and rubbed his palms together like a fly. He was really no different from the uncle on the street. He couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. The god of death was coming, but he hadn't taken action yet, which meant that his life should not be aborted.

The chief smiled flatteringly, trying his best to suppress his greed for life and fear of death. The smell on him was so pungent, like a pile of rotting garbage. He thought to himself that he couldn't let these gods of death discover his true identity, otherwise he would really be doomed.

Even though this is the chief's office, he still has a "chief" sign on his chest.

"My lords... show mercy, I am just a commoner..." the chief said cautiously. His voice was trembling, and he was obviously very frightened.

However, these gods of death seemed to have no intention of taking action. The chief's heart was filled with ecstasy. It seemed that he really didn't deserve to die! So he continued: "Look, sir, I have some treasures here, maybe you will be interested..."

Before he finished speaking, a god of death suddenly came forward and stretched out his hand as if to touch his head. The chief felt panic in his heart, what is going on? Do these gods of death really want to harvest their own lives?

However, the god of death just touched his head gently and said, "It's not him."

Neji watched as Kisame went up to scare the chief. The middle-aged man was so frightened that he couldn't stand still and was trembling.

"Yes, yes! It's not me! It's not me!"

"But...why can't it be him."

The shark's head turned around, its fangs flashing coldly.

"You kid..."

One person is bound to die, but two are not impossible.

Kisame braved murderous intent and was ready for war at any time.

If Hyuga Neji kills the "chief" now, then looking for the chief is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and the best clues cannot be missed.

Kisame Akisaki hates falsehood and lies. He was not born to deal with such twists and turns.

He only needs to complete the task with quality and quantity, that's all.

"The mission target is the chief, that is, him."

"The person is like a portrait, and there is no trace of cross-dressing, so why can't it be him?"

"Cut his neck and the commission ends. Taking his neck can be exchanged for bounty money."

After hearing this, Uchiha Itachi couldn't help but chuckle. He seemed a little surprised by Neji's words, but he still maintained an attitude of approval. After hearing this, Kisame looked at Neji and then at Itachi, shook his head gently, and then said with a taste that was almost self-doubt: "Ah, interesting idea. However, false things can be exchanged for reality. Is this really what humans are after?”

Neji did not answer Kisame's question directly, but continued coldly: "This is the lowest-cost option." His tone revealed a firmness and decisiveness that flashed with a sword, and he was ready to take action immediately. preparation.

A sharp bone spur suddenly appeared in Neji's hand. It shone with a cold light, making people shudder. The appearance of this bone spur undoubtedly showed Neji's choice. He stared at the chief's rough black and yellow neck, his eyes were covered by shadows, and he was thinking about how to penetrate that vulnerable spot accurately.

And the murderous aura of Iniki Kakisame rose and fell, hitting everyone present like ocean waves, scaring the chief so much that he couldn't stop shaking.

Neji's goal is to be the chief, while Kisame's goal is truth.

Samehada is already eager to try, ready to leave the white bandage at any time, panting in the air, and fight.

At this tense moment, Uchiha Itachi did not stop Kisame. He was silent for a moment, and then said calmly: "We are members of the Akatsuki, not warriors. It is not in our style to find out who is behind the chief." There was a trace of helplessness and fatigue in Itachi's words, as if he was worried about Tired of this pointless fighting.

After hearing Itachi's words, Kisame's eyes looked complicated, but they became clear after a moment. However, he knew Itachi had a point. As members of the Akatsuki, their mission at this stage is to find targets and eliminate them to earn bounties, rather than getting involved in this complicated power struggle. Itachi clearly had no intention of wasting their time and energy on an unknown chief.

After hesitating again and again, Kisame slowly retracted the Samehada in his hand. Although he was still a little unwilling, he understood that Itachi's words were correct. Rather than finding the person behind the chief, it would be a more appropriate choice to directly deal with the "chief" on the spot.

Not as the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, but as Akatsuki's dried persimmon Kisame.

He watched silently as the bone spurs severed the middle-aged man's neck. He was already numb to the blood. At this point, the mission was probably over.

At this moment, he felt the falseness and irony of the world more than ever. As long as you put on a mask, everything can develop in the direction of fabrication. Those who hide behind others only need to move their fingers to get everything without giving anything.

The three of them broke the window and left, their hats making a "shuzzy" sound as they rubbed against the air.

After confirming that the "God of Death" had completely disappeared, the bookshelf slowly rotated and a slender figure squeezed out.

Fortunately, she had the secret skills passed down from her family to help her hide. Otherwise, she would have become a dead soul by the sword if she was not a ninja.

"Cuckoo!"

The white dove stepped on the glass shards and transformed into a boy in white the next second he looked at the woman.

It was Hinata Neji.

"Are you from the Land of Fire? You know how to use breathing techniques."

The great name of the Fire Country, Yoshida Nagayasu, has a secret technique passed down from his family's ancestors, the Breathing Technique.

This is a breathing method that can only be used by ordinary people who have no power to bind a chicken, hiding their breath and escaping death.

Among the five major countries, only the Yoshida family still has the inheritance of the breathing method. There may have been more in the past, but they should have been dispersed by the Yoshida Daimyo as a bounty mission.

The woman was startled but remained calm.

"No...this technique is passed on to men but not to women. The massacre did not affect me."

Then her father and brother should have passed away long ago.

The woman looked at Neji's pure white eyes and felt frightened, as if she had been seen through.

But she had been suppressed and hidden for so many years, and for the first time she was seen through, and the accumulated desire to talk came out like a tide.

She's the chief, but she's not.

Once upon a time, she could only be Nakama Asahi, a daughter, or an older sister, or a younger sister.

Even if you are extremely talented and interested in magic, you are not worthy of learning it.

Now, she can only be a wife, or a mother.

As long as she was a woman, she could never do what she could do now. Her husband was a playboy with no ambitions and nothing to do, so she used local materials to trick him into becoming the chief.

Those children have always regarded her as their sister-in-law, and only her husband respects and loves her.

But, so what? This is her motherland, the place where she was born and raised, and of course she should do her best to protect it and love it.

By the end of the story, the woman was crying. She stared out the window at the sea of ​​flames, silently accepting the outcome.

She tugged on the hem of Neji's clothes and said words that had nothing to do with just now.

"I once had a child. She was very beautiful and cute. If she were still alive, she should be about the same age as you."