【From the Snake】Go back and come

On the day of Jiraiya's death, Orochimaru met Naruto who came to worship, and Sasuke who came with Naruto.

Although the former Sasuke had almost no intersection with Jilai, he still offered white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone like Naruto, and then bowed deeply.

Naruto talked about many things in front of Jiraiya's tombstone, ranging from the recent development of the village to the launch of new products by Ichiraku Ramen.And Sasuke let him talk on the sidelines, adding a sentence or two from time to time.

Orochimaru was not far away, hesitating whether to come back after they left, but saw Naruto crying as he spoke, and was hugged by Sasuke in his arms.

Naruto caught a glimpse of Orochimaru standing not far away, raised his tear-stained face, and asked, "Uncle Orochimaru, you are also here to see the lewd sage, right?"

After the Fourth World War, Naruto was no longer hostile to Orochimaru, and always called him like Tsunade.And because of Naruto, Sasuke, whose aura has become much gentler than before, no longer has the imposing manner towards him.

Because the enemy has done a little good, he can easily forgive the other party. He is really a simple boy.

It's the same as when you were a child, Zilaiya.

Orochimaru thought so.

"Yeah, let's go and see that guy."

Companion.

Hey, Jiraiya, now I come to see you as a companion, if I can't respond to your liking by now, at least make up for the harm I said on the day I left.

As if remembering something, Naruto suddenly asked Orochimaru, "Well, Uncle Orochimaru, although it is very abrupt to ask, you...do you like lecherous immortals?"

Orochimaru seemed to have been hit in the heart, his chest throbbed, and he didn't know how to answer, "Why do you ask that, brat?"

"The lecherous fairy, after guiding me to practice, on the way back to Konoha, we visited a small town where a festival was being held. I don't know why he was drinking all the time that day, but he was so drunk that I managed to put He got back to the hotel and was about to go to bed, but he stopped me and cried, which made me very overwhelmed."

Naruto squatted down, put his hand on the tombstone, and gently rubbed the name on the tombstone with a smile of nostalgia, "At that time I laughed at his poor wine quality, but he asked me why uncle you I want to leave, and said that if you don't leave, you can go to the Konoha Summer Festival that year."

"It was a shock to me. I finally knew the source of the lingering loneliness that I've always felt. The loneliness, the loneliness that was as heavy and boundless as the sea, almost brought me to tears."

"I couldn't answer him at that time, but I suddenly thought of Sasuke. I asked him why he didn't chase after him. After all these years, he will always come back?"

"He said that he has been chasing him for decades without any results. Now he is too tired and in pain. He doesn't want to chase him anymore, and he doesn't want to continue to love Orochimaru, but he just can't do it."

"That's his most fragile and secretive side, but now I think I should let you know." Naruto stood up, looking at the sunset in the sky, "The lecherous fairy is in my heart, maybe not just me, but also Konoha In everyone's hearts, there has always been a strong, optimistic, and trustworthy existence, and that was the first and last time I saw him cry as if he was abandoned by the whole world."

"Although I'm not very sensitive emotionally, I finally understood at that time why the lecherous fairy didn't let me pursue Sasuke. He didn't want me to make the same mistakes. But he helped me continue and let me practice with this feeling , because I hope to see a different ending in us, right? Such a lecherous fairy is really gentle."

"My most respected teacher, he had someone he loved deeply in his heart before he was alive, and he never had a chance before, but now I want to know if that person has at least a little bit of liking for him. Immortal...isn't he too pitiful?"

Turning his head to look at Orochimaru, Naruto instantly opened his blue eyes wide, "Oh? Uncle Orochimaru...you...why are you crying?"

"It's just that the sand is blinding the eyes."

Is this why you asked me to tell everything that day?

Without even realizing it, that nasty fluid was sliding from my eye socket.

So cunning, Ziraiya, so cunning.

Just tell me that day do you like me?Are you saying you want to give up?Say it's over?

Jiraiya, you are so gentle that even I didn't give up at that time, facing you like this, what right do I have to make you cry?

Like you, you shouldn't cry, you shouldn't be hurt.

Sorry, Jiraiya, sorry.

Walking up to put the white chrysanthemum in his hand on the tombstone, Orochimaru turned and left, his back was as thin as a bamboo in the setting sun.

A gust of evening wind blew the leaves past his hair, he stopped, and said to the blond boy behind him, "Little devil, I don't like that guy who looks like an idiot."

"I love him."

He never admits his feelings for Jiraiya to anyone.

But in the face of his grave, in the face of everything Naruto told him, that unreasonable stubbornness has no reason to continue.

That guy hated parting, so we didn't say goodbye that day.

Never see each other again.

If I knew at that time that you would die, would I not let you go even if I imprisoned you?

But I can only take the jug of wine you gave me, and I can't open my mouth after a long silence, only one sentence to cover up.

Since when did we drift away?Why do I only now feel that it is so important to explore the past related to you?

At first I didn't understand love and missed it, but now I understand love but have no chance.

During the Fourth World War, I saw you and your grave in Naruto's memory.

The idiot still looks good when he smiles, doesn't he look good when he smiles at that kid?

I don’t think I’ve ever made you smile so happily. After leaving the village, all I’ve brought you is pain.

Over the years, your blood-red pattern has become longer and longer, like two blood tears coagulating on your face.

At that time, I should really read your unsold novel, otherwise I would not only be left with the unwillingness and regret when I saw your grave.

I said you never knew me, but I was wrong.

You knew me at that time, I was already obsessed with ninjutsu, but you didn't want to admit it.

Maybe the three years you went to practice in Miaomu Mountain were too long. In your heart, I have always looked like a kind child.

I lost my parents to the war, and you have none, so I used to berate you for not understanding me.

I'm not as gentle as your love. If it were you, you wouldn't scold me, would you?You can only fully understand it if you have really experienced it. If it is you, you definitely don't want me to go through that kind of pain.

And what right do I have to reprimand you?Can the pain of being born alone be compared with the pain of gain and loss?Isn't it the same, making people miserable?

I never cared about your loneliness, nor thought about how difficult it was for you.

You have been trying to get close to me, but I have never really tried to understand your thoughts, only blindly squandering feelings.

I have always had you by my side, but you yourself have never had anything.

Suddenly I realized that I was really a fool. I already knew the pain of loss early on. Why do I still have to wait until I lose it before I can cherish it?Why do I still have to wait until you are gone to understand how important you are to me?

Those who destroy their home with their own hands, even if they return to their hometown, they are still homeless.

That year I left Konoha like a wayward little ghost.

To leave everything behind and pursue my big but selfish dreams.

Someone said that he would bring me back, and he would definitely bring me back.

Now I'm back, but the person who said he would take me back can't come back.

Jiraiya, Konoha trees are already lush.

Jiraiya, the wind is blowing, and I can't find my way home.

Come back, Ziraiya, come back.