[Naruto] Warrior of Love Uchiha

The funerals of Sarutobi Hiruzam III and Sarutobi Asuma were held on the same day.

The coffin was buried in the morning, and the ninjas who were still in the village came to the cemetery regardless of whether they had missions or not. Even I took off my Anbu costume and changed into black mourning clothes.

I originally wanted to stand at the end of the line of fellow students, but I felt out of place. In the end, Mr. Shikaku couldn't see me and dragged me into the team of Jonin.

Among the plain white flowers are photos of two people, and these two good old people show gentle smiles in the frozen picture.

When the coffin was lifted, the rough rope rubbed against the coffin to make a thin sound, and with the sobbing of Sarutobi Konohamaru, the only remaining grandson of the Sarutobi clan, there was inexplicable sadness in the silence of everyone.

Teacher Lu Jiu suppressed a long sigh, I turned my head to look at him, the teacher patted the top of my hair: "Are you sad?"

I hung my head without saying a word.

sad?

I didn't have much sadness in my heart, I just felt a little embarrassed.

I still remember that Asma jokingly said that he would treat me to a meal, and then whenever I met him, he joked that his disciples had emptied all his salary for this month.

I also remember the kind and apologetic eyes of the third generation lying on the hospital bed. I told him various stories that happened in my world, and he listened very carefully.

The soil covered the newly built coffin, and the ground where two deep pits were dug was leveled again, leaving only the two stone tablets with names engraved on them.

The funeral of Hokage and Son of Hokage came to an end.

The gathered crowd also began to disperse. I took a last look at the two cold names on the tablet, and nodded to Teacher Lu Jiu, "Then I'll go back to Anbu first, Teacher Lu Jiu."

"Wait a minute."

Nara Shikajiu gave me a hand, and when almost everyone left, he lit two cigarettes and put them in front of the tombstones of Sandaime and Asma respectively.

Teacher Lu Jiu took a deep breath: "I want to trouble you with something."

He stared at the name on the tombstone, but he was talking to me.

"You say."

"He can't be depressed all the time, there's no time for him to come out on his own...someone has to help him." Teacher Lu Jiu turned his face, the depression during the funeral was gone, and his eyes were calm at this moment: " But I am already an outdated old man, and Shikamaru may not be able to accept many of my ideas. So, I will trouble you."

"...I think he might not be able to accept my ideas even more."

As I was talking, Teacher Lu Jiu took out the third cigarette and lit it for himself.

"Then let him cry, whether it's fear or sadness, vent it out, and after crying, he can start again."

Light gray smoke spit out from his mouth, Teacher Shikajiu stared at the smoke floating in the air, and stared at the sky listlessly: "If Shikamaru can think half as hard as you, I don't have to worry about him so much .”

When I can't think about it, I'm much crazier than Nara Shikamaru.

"Then I'll go." I laughed at myself, "But I can't guarantee what kind of persuasion I can achieve."

Teacher Lu Jiu waved his hand with his back to me.

I didn’t see Nara Shikamaru at the previous funeral. Before I ran to Nara’s house to find him, I was on a rooftop at a remote street corner and saw a cigarette hanging from a bench on the rooftop. Shikamaru Nara knows what she's thinking.

The black mourning clothes were still on him, and he should have gone out early in the morning, but for some reason, he did not attend the funeral of Sarutobi and his son.

I stepped on the protruding foothold outside the wall, and climbed up to the roof in a few steps.

Nara Shikamaru turned his eyes slowly to look at me, seeing me coming, he didn't make any corresponding expression.

After a while, he bit his cigarette and mumbled, "It's you, Sasuke."

Shikamaru held what seemed to be Asma's lighter between his fingers. I saw him in the third generation's ward, just like Shikamaru now, playing with this thing "click click".

I walked over and sat down beside him, Shikamaru didn't care much and turned his gaze back, staring blankly at the empty air in front of him.

"Your father asked me to enlighten you, but I can't comfort people."

I raised my hand and released a small fire trap, using a small flame to ignite the cigarette he had been biting for a long time.Nara Shikamaru took a deep breath, and coughed again due to the smoke.

He took down the cigarette, covered his face and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't need your comfort."

I thought for a while: "Then can you give me a cigarette?"

He thrust his still-lit cigarette straight into my hand.

I hugged my knees and curled up on the bench, the cigarette between my fingers was half burned.The soot fell and scattered small gray flowers on the ground.I rested my chin on my lap and tilted my head to look at Shikamaru.

"What brand is this cigarette?"

"A card that Asma often draws."

I stuffed half a cigarette into my mouth and took a puff.

The pungent and bitter smoke went down my throat and rushed straight to the bottom of my lungs. With just this one breath, I was choked and coughed like Nara Shikamaru.

Only then did he put down his hand covering his face, turned his head and looked at me helplessly: "If you don't know how to smoke, then don't smoke."

I handed the cigarette back to him, coughing and wiping away the tears I choked up: "Just this... Cough, I don't usually smoke."

Nara Shikamaru silently smoked the remaining half of a cigarette.

At least this time, he didn't cough up tears from being choked by cigarettes.

It can be seen from the smoking posture that he is really deeply influenced by Sarutobi Asma.Obviously Mr. Lujiu also smokes, but his posture is compared to Mr. Lujiu, but he inadvertently carries the shadow of Asma.

"Mr. Lu Jiu wants me to persuade you to vent all your fear and sadness, and start over after crying."

Shikamaru shook his head: "I can't cry now."

"I also know you can't cry."

I said lightly: "If you want me to tell you, is it useful to cry? Why don't you save your strength to be sad, take revenge when you need revenge, and wait until the dust settles if you want to cry, and then cry when your enemy is dead."

He froze.

A short cigarette had already burned to the end, Shikamaru threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it out.

After a long silence, he lay down on the chair exhaustedly, covering his eyes with the back of his hand: "Don't say it as if you know it well..."

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid no one can understand you better than me now."

Nara Shikamaru chuckled mockingly: "...can you understand this feeling?"

"Soon, I will understand immediately." I said flatly: "My brother is about to die, and I may be more pitiful than you, because I am the one who sent him on the road with my own hands."

Nara Shikamaru's voice stopped abruptly.

After being quiet for a while, he turned sideways unnaturally: "...Sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for. As a sympathetic person, it's not a big deal to come to comfort you."

Nara Shikamaru took a deep breath, as if he was suppressed hard, but the sound that should have been inhaling turned into a very low choking sound.

"……Why."

He turned sideways and covered his face, I couldn't see Nara Shikamaru's expression clearly.Only from his trembling shoulders can I roughly judge that the smart and calm person in my memory, who is calm no matter what happens, seems to be crying.

"What is your heart made of...Why, this kind of thing...You can still calmly talk about this kind of thing... Uchiha Sasuke, you have a problem with your brain..."

"Speak well to me, don't scold me just because I don't do anything with you now."

I hesitated for a moment, then patted Nara Shikamaru on the back reassuringly.

He trembled more violently, and the choked-up crying could not be suppressed, and finally came out in a low voice.

"It's not that I have a problem with my brain, it's just that no one gave me time to be depressed. Now that I've put my head on it, I have to wait until everything is over if I want to cry." I patted him repeatedly: "You are luckier than me. At least at this time, so many people are willing to give you a hand."

He kept crying, and I continued to pat his back and comfort him.

As long as Nara Shikamaru cried, I stayed with him here for as long as possible.

In the end, I didn't even care about the task of protecting Jinjuriki, or reporting back to Anbu, and just sat here with him from the high sun to the sunset.

Yun Shuyun rolled up again, and the sunset glow reflected the magnificent red color of the floating clouds in the sky.The wind pushed the clouds towards the horizon, and the red fire clouds piled up, almost drowning the sun that had not yet set on the horizon.

Nara Shikamaru finally vented enough, the choking sound calmed down, he lay quietly for a while, and then turned over embarrassedly and got up.

I glanced at him.

Not only was it reflected by the sunset, but also because he cried for so long, Nara Shikamaru's eye circles and the tip of his nose were all red.

I stared at him so straightly that even the roots of his ears slowly turned red.

Shikamaru didn't say anything to me staring at him. He stared at me for a while, then took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and stuffed it in his mouth. The lowered lighter lit the cigarette.

I stretched out my hand and stretched it out in front of him: "Give me one too."

"No." Nara Shikamaru muttered in a hoarse voice after crying: "Smoking is harmful to health, and it has been said that if you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke."

"Forget it."

I patted my numb legs after sitting for so long, and stood up from the bench: "Then I'm going back to Anbu, I skipped work to stay with you all day."

I don’t know if Nara Shikamaru was crying stupidly before, but he reached out and pulled my braid.

I looked back at him in disbelief: "You really think I dare not beat you up?"

"cough."

This time it was not choked by the smoke, but Nara Shikamaru coughed in embarrassment: "Sorry, seeing it dangling in front of my eyes, I couldn't help but..."

I said I didn't want to hear the reason why he owed money.

He was even more embarrassed.

After holding back for a while, I was about to leave if he didn't speak again.Nara Shikamaru said again: "...Are you hungry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, our stomachs growled in response to the occasion.

"Aren't you talking nonsense, I came to you after eating a wooden fish rice ball in the morning. I thought I could have a warm meal at noon, but no one thought that you would cry for such a long time. I have Bingliangwan for you eat……"

I hate it.

While talking, I subconsciously touched the back of my waist.

I touched the back of my waist with my fingers, and then I remembered angrily that I was wearing mourning clothes now, and I didn't have a ninja bag at all.

"Forget it, don't eat it, I didn't bring it."

"Emergency food is not for you to eat. How can your life be healthier than smoking."

Nara Shikamaru sighed, took two deep puffs, and the half of the smoke that was burned was about to bottom out again.

He threw away the cigarette butt, and then stood up from the bench: "Forget it, I'll treat you to eat."

"Oh... oh oh!"

As soon as I saw it, I was able to make a living again, and immediately forgot about going back to Anbu to work overtime.

Anyway, I've skipped work for a whole day, and I can rest on my own at night, so no one will say anything.

I walked two steps forward with him, before we got off the rooftop, I suddenly remembered that Nara Shikamaru was also wearing mourning clothes now: "Have you got your wallet?"

He subconsciously fumbled for his pocket, and seeing his expression change, I knew he probably didn't have a wallet with him.

Nara Shikamaru took out a few crumpled banknotes in his pocket with a frowning face: "These are left after buying cigarettes..."

I laughed dryly: "What a coincidence, I didn't bring my wallet either. I have dog food at home, which is better than Bing Liang Wan. Do you want to try it?"

In the end, of course I didn't give Nara Shikamaru dog food.

... Tsk, I showed him that I ate it to prove that it is edible and better than Bingliang Wan, yet he dared to show that disgusting expression.

As a result, the two of us squatted in the living room where ninja tools were piled up in a mess, and each of us served a bowl of instant noodles.

It's just that he's still not satisfied.

"No wonder Dad is very worried about your living condition. Do you eat this kind of food every day?"

Nara Shikamaru, who almost stepped on the shuriken when he entered the door, was holding a noodle bowl with a subtle expression.The tip of his nose and eyes were still red in the light, which made him look slightly amused.

"Instant rice balls, instant noodles, Bingliang pills, and...well, dog food. Can't you eat something serious?"

I squinted at him: "Isn't it because you didn't bring any money that you came to my house to eat instant noodles?"

Nara Shikamaru lowered his head justifiably.

For a while, there was only the sound of chewing food in the room.

I was burying my head in eating when Nara Shikamaru suddenly called me again.

"Hello, Sasuke."

"Well, what's the matter?"

I bit my chopsticks and raised my head, only to see Nara Shikamaru had put down the bowl and chopsticks. He didn't look at me, but just stared at a small piece of tabletop in front of him, but his expression was faintly serious.

"I would also like to help you, no matter what."

The wooden disposable chopsticks are bitten between the teeth. The touch is not soft, but it is definitely not hard enough.The tip of the chopsticks was quickly scratched by my teeth.

I smiled speciously: "No matter what?"

"Whatever."

I also put down the bowl and chopsticks, straightened my back and sat opposite Nara Shikamaru.

Tapping on the table twice with my fingers, I purposely prolonged my voice and muttered: "Then——what if I want to kill someone?"

He paused for a moment, then asked again: "Who do you want to kill?"

I laughed out loud.

"Don't be so serious, I'm just kidding you."

"...Why are you like this?"

--I'm not joking.

I bent my eyes and looked at Nara Shikamaru with a meaningful smile: "I won't kill anyone."

——I will kill everyone who knows, only the dead can keep secrets.

Nara Shikamaru rubbed his forehead with a headache: "Fortunately, I still thought that since I owe you a favor this time, I will definitely help you even if it is troublesome."

- Nobody helped me.

The author has something to say: Although I am about ten minutes late, I am back.

Cha Lazhu began to think about the issue of killing Danzang and the insider, and he would not participate in the part of killing Fei Duanjiaodu.

Finally, I would like to send a note to a Tuge fan whose comment was deleted by me before the update.

I think I have written more than 100 chapters until now, and the main text has basically achieved that no one is blackmailed except Brother Dou. Brother Dou is always beaten because of the little things he did.It’s not my fault that Xian 2 is written in your local brother’s formula book. It’s not my fault that the formula book hasn’t been updated. Still didn't write anything.

It’s fine to play tricks in the conversation, I read the chapters I wrote about the appearance of Brother Tu, and the only thing that mentioned Xian 2 was that Cha Lazhu said that the Tu brother in the original world line was different from his little uncle Xian 2.I haven't denied Brother Tu's IQ until now, he has always been the one who made fun of Cha Lazhu.

Anyway, my style of writing is like this, if you have to think that I'm insulting you, I can't help it.

Thank you little fairies for throwing overlord tickets, I'm back, I'll hug you up and give everyone a little heart.