Naruto's caged bird

The sky is bright and the earth is cold

Ninja, return from the north...

His eyes looked at the familiar land in front of him, and he shook his white hair behind his head and shouted boldly:

"Finally back" exudes endless freedom and ease...

"quack"

The toad's coordinated cry instantly turned the emotion that had accumulated in his heart into an endless and boring noise. He looked down at the slippery little thing that had been with him all night, as if the embarrassment of being lyrical to a toad made him laugh while concealing it:

"Hahahaha, you think so too," he turned his embarrassment into fun, and then touched the wet little head with his right hand.

"Pfft!" The little thing suddenly kicked his legs in disgust and jumped into the dense forest without giving any face. Every time the fart drum dances, it pops in front of it, pouting again and again until it completely disappears...

In an instant, the black lines growing all over his head could no longer cover the untrimmed white hair. The right hand holding the pen clenched its chin habitually as she thought about it, and complained boringly in her heart: "It seems that I need to communicate more with the toad."

Stand up and pick up the pen in your left hand and the notebook in your right hand.

The next step is to return to the starting point and step on the red flames and brown soil of the Land of Fire.

Taking a step forward, the pen in the right hand wrote another word on the notebook full of words in the left hand...

The second volume of the book "Perseverance and Endurance" is almost finished. Just as he originally wrote it, everything will return to its original place, and all the plots will return to their original appearance. But the reality is very different from the plot in his book. The place that was supposed to be the most powerful and peaceful place in the ninja world suddenly seemed to have many things that shouldn't be there at this moment.

"" Under his eyes, the young and not yet thick nose sniffed fiercely.

The smell of blood, dilapidation

He took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, his focused frog eyes instantly looking at the target point...

Tombstones, crows...

White paper, black embers...

The mood of returning suddenly became...becoming

"Huh!" He stepped out suddenly and looked at the small village he passed by when he left. It was a remote village that only lonely travelers could pass through. There were only a dozen wooden huts, but they were now dilapidated and incomplete...

"What happened here?" The question arises from the bottom of my heart, and I ask it as a compatriot...

"fool"

What answered him was a vicious dog that suddenly jumped out of the haystack. Upon closer inspection, it was probably a jackal that had recently degenerated to the point of going crazy. He suddenly raised his foot, and the wooden clogs under his feet were instantly kicked out. "Ouch~", the wolf that was charging forward with great force then fled away with howling...

"Why did the enemy appear here?"

This question, no voice answered him at this time. The small village of Yijing that I passed by when I left seemed to have fallen into complete silence.

In an instant, he squeezed the pen in his left hand and the book in his right hand. The plot in his mind actually began to deny itself. The war did not turn into peace as he thought and wrote, and indeed seemed to... burn to the place he least wanted to see.

Inexplicably, he suddenly strode towards the direction of Konoha Village. Each step spans several miles, just like the wandering toad hurriedly returning home with its butt raised. Until I walked dozens of miles in one breath...

"Chi, chi chi"

The sound of clogs screeching against the brakes produced a long scratch...

When the dust kicked up along the way cleared, the Konoha ninja who were suddenly on guard finally lowered their defensive arms. The pain that Fire Konoha had just experienced made the ninjas on duty feel more alert. After seeing the figure with distinct personality:

"Master Ziraiya"

The patrolling guard shouted, and Jiraiya, who braked to a stop, quickly asked the Konoha ninja in front of him for confirmation:

"What happened"

What he answered was a long story that was so long that Akuma, one of the three ninjas, frowned. Until he entered the red flame gate of Fire Konoha again, he still couldn't let go of it in his heart. That goes against the plot in his book, the funerals that are as black as crows...

"...The war has not stopped...the enemy will pay the price for their actions..."

It was an indignant eulogy read by the Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen, and it did not seem to be the hopeful "burning... leaves... sprouting" sentence in Hizashi's memory in the future. At this time, it is just a kind of stimulating word that turns grief and anger into strength. Those who are close are hurt, and those who are enemies are "hate". tit for tat

Suddenly, all the right fists symbolizing oaths in the field were raised high. After Sarutobi Hiruzen's determined words, the collective funeral finally ended with the oath. But something deep in my heart seems to have been completely released...

Perseverance, hatred, revenge... wave after wave stimulated the white-haired ninja's heart. Jiraiya, who had crazy white hair, tightened his notebook while watching and silent, as if he had instantly lost the plot he had planned. He looked at the ninjas who had sworn to fight and asked himself in his heart: "How should I write the third volume of peace now?"

The anxiety was unsettling, but it seemed that Jiraiya was not the only one with white hair present. In front of Hizashi, two white hairs, one large and one small, looked extremely dazzling in the black clothes of the whole village. They held big hands and small hands, walking lonely among the black crowd that gradually dispersed. After walking to an upright tombstone and seeing the figure that was already there... finally he held his hand and left quietly.

The sky is blue and the water is blue, which is not the color of the sky at this time. Instead, the young ninja with such a feeling and hair color is currently quietly accompanying Tsunade in front of the tombstone, as gentle as the sun shining on the cold earth.

“Good cabbage...”

Seeing the look of that man, even Hizashi at this moment couldn't sigh out the following words. He passed by the tombstone and quietly left behind the two of them like Hatake Sakumo. But he vaguely saw Orochimaru standing alone in the shadow of a big tree, staring at Tsunade.

Uncle Snake, why are you here?

He passed by in a hurry, but at this time Hizashi did not feel the coldness on Orochimaru's body. The snake hand that had scratched the throats of many people was now firmly embedded in the withered bark of the tree. But the vertical pupils in the shadow revealed a trace of unbearable pity. Being addicted to war has left him as scarred as a wounded white snake...

"He's back." Orochimaru seemed to see Jiraiya who suddenly returned to the village like him. But at this moment, the other party only had Kato Duan next to Tsunade in his eyes...

After three mistakes, Hizashi, speechless, looked back inexplicably. Orochimaru in the shadow, Jiraiya who came late, Tsunade crying in the distance...

He took one last look at the tombstone of the Thousand-Handed Rope Tree in the far distance:

"I thought I had changed your destiny, but I didn't expect it was just too late."

Ahead, Hatake Sakumo, who walked first, held Kakashi's hand and continued walking...

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Think more, write one word at a time...as described

Because I write too slowly, please read slowly. This is not a book that can be scanned ten lines at a time. The mood at the beginning and the end is different. If you go slower, you can see a lot of emotions... The main reason is that I write too slowly.