[Naruto] Warrior of Love Uchiha

I woke up and it seemed to be raining outside.

Without sitting up or opening my eyes, I lay on the bed, motionless, counting the subtle sounds of raindrops falling on the window outside.

There was a slight stabbing pain in my shoulder, and the bone was still injured where I was hit by the water breaking wave technique before. The most important thing is that it was my right hand that was injured.The doctor who was in charge of treating me told me several times that I must rest from this injury, otherwise it would be like ruining more than half of my ninja career if I left sequelae in the future.

The sound of the door slamming temporarily obscured the sound of raindrops, followed by the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

A piece of the edge of the hospital bed was sunken, and my sleeves with the damp smell of rain brushed against the tip of my nose.

I opened my eyes, and I happened to meet those eyes that were exactly the same as mine.

"You're awake."

He continued his previous actions, raised his hand to smooth out the scattered hair on my forehead, and said calmly: "I brought you clothes at home. After you are discharged from the hospital today, you will go find Kakashi with me... They want to bury the ninjas who died in battle at the memorial monument."

I froze for a moment, and then I noticed that he was not wearing the usual high collar and short sleeves, but a black mourning dress.

I have a vague impression that when he came to see me before, he seemed to tell me that after the matter subsided, a funeral would be held for those ninjas who died near the memorial monument.It's just that I seemed to be staring at the sparrow that fell on the windowsill and wandered away. I didn't take what he said to me at all.

Supporting myself with my free arm, I sat up in bed.

His cool fingertips brushed against the side of my face, and Sasuke, who has become more and more comfortable taking care of people recently, put the pillow on the back of my waist.

"You don't need a pillow if you hurt your shoulder." Being taken care of by him so meticulously, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my lips at him: "You will make me think that I came to the hospital to give birth."

"You talk too much."

He gave me a blank look, his tone was not so gentle, but his movements lightly covered my face with the wet towel.He held the towel and rubbed it for a while, and the face reflected on the window glass, which had been pale for many days, finally had some blood.

"I can actually wash my face myself."

I waved my intact left hand to Little Sasuke and said, "I can still make seals with one hand. In this state, going out and beating twenty Naruto is just like playing."

"To shut up."

He put down the towel, and picked up the black mourning dress beside the bed with a sullen expression: "If you don't want your arm to be ruined, be honest with me."

"...My brother has never served me like this before." I muttered softly, touched my nose and said guiltily, "Sasuke is so gentle."

Little Sasuke was halfway through the action of unbuttoning me, as if he heard the whisper in my mouth.He raised his head suddenly and stared at me for several seconds without blinking.

I felt even more guilty when he saw him: "Why, what's the matter?"

I thought it was because I brought up the forbidden phrase "brother" in his heart again, but his focus was not on Brother Itachi at all.

"what's wrong with you."

Xiao Sasuke frowned and looked a little unhappy: "Why did you suddenly change your name?"

"...Don't you hate me calling you the second assistant?"

"I really hate it when you call me by that stupid nickname." He took off my hospital gown with a stinky face, carefully avoiding the layers of gauze wrapped on the shoulders, and put the long-sleeved The mourning clothes fell on me.

Through the neckline, I can see some traces under the clothes, Sasuke looked even more unhappy and straightened my collar to block the bandage: "But, that's not the same thing."

Sasuke looked up at me slightly.

That face, which resembles me like a mirror, has an expression completely opposite to mine.

Looking at this face that made me feel a little strange, I subconsciously touched the side of my face: "I just think... I may need to look at this world more seriously."

When I got dressed, Sasuke stood aside and looked at me with his arms around his shoulders.He raised his eyebrows, and his expression was a bit indescribable.It seemed like he wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.

After a moment of silence, he whispered, "That person's death was not your fault."

Hearing what he said, I couldn't help but be at a loss for a moment.

...It turns out that Sasuke doesn't even know his name.

Oh yes.

According to the original growth trajectory of "Uchiha Sasuke", he should not have known him in the first place.

After realizing who he was talking about, I laughed twice: "That's not what I said."

Little Sasuke looked like he was about to say something, but I interrupted what he hadn't said yet: "You go first, I'll go to comfort the monument by myself later."

He looked at me puzzled.

"I want to go see the third generation first."

"I can wait for you."

I jumped out of bed.Sasuke, who was more clingy than usual after my injury, followed me almost in step.Turning around, he poked his forehead with the fingers of his left hand, Sasuke unconsciously covered the place where I poked, and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Okay. It's boring to keep you waiting." I smiled at him and said, "It's not that I don't know where the memorial tablet is, so you can go first."

He was reluctant, and walked out of my ward step by step.

After confirming that Sasuke's aura is far away, I took a deep breath.The smile hanging on my face slowly collapsed, and my face when I was not smiling was reflected on the glass of the door.When I'm not smiling, I don't look like anyone else, not like Itachi, nor like Sasuke who looks exactly like me.

Somewhat irritatedly, I scratched the hair that was not tied into a small braid at the back of my head, and I opened the door and walked out of my ward.

Sandaime is now in the same hospital as me.

The speed I ran out with him on my back that day was fairly timely, and the knife that pierced through the internal organs failed to kill the third generation.However, he is old after all, his peak period is not known to be decades ago, and the person who hurt him is the most proud student ever.Even if all the most cutting-edge treatments in Konoha Medical Ninja are concentrated, it is difficult to avoid the loss of the old man's vitality.

Compared to me, who is alive and kicking except that I am not able to do big movements for the time being, the third generation is still lying on the hospital bed.

Orochimaru escaped, and there were still many Anbu guarding the door of the third generation's ward.Among them should be the ninjas who were mobilized by my too tragic voice to go to the medical ninja one day. After seeing me, those masked Anbu even greeted me.

"Would you like to see the third generation?"

The unknown Anbu voice smiled kindly: "It was really thanks to you that day, without you it would be dangerous."

I nodded and responded vaguely.

When I entered, Sandaime was leaning on the pillow, flipping through the densely packed reports in his hand with a tired face.Seeing me push the door in, Third Generation showed a kind smile: "Why did you come here? Can you leave the hospital, Sasuke?"

The elder smiled at me kindly, and I raised my hand and scratched the side of my face in embarrassment: "Well... I'm here to see you."

Sandaime collected the documents in his hand, and seemed to habitually want to touch the pipe at hand, but remembered that the hospital banned smoking and found nothing.The little old man who didn't wear the Hokage hat retracted his hand and stroked his beard, and sighed: "I'm an old bone, and there is nothing to see."

Saying that, Sandaime beckoned to me and beckoned me to go over.

I sat down beside his bed.

Grandpa Sarutobi said solemnly: "That day, I have to thank you very much."

"No, no, it should be."

I stroked the hair on the back of my head at a loss: "As Hokage, you must not die in such a place for no reason... After the battle with Sand Yin, Konoha still needs you."

"I'm already old, and it will be the young people's world in the future." The old man of the third generation laughed: "After this time, I am also thinking about abdicating and re-electing a Hokage."

I was surprised: "You mean... Fifth Generation?"

He nodded.

According to the direction of my world, the third generation retired nearly 20 years ago and went home to take care of their old age, and the death of the fourth generation's uncle did not exist.The Fifth Hokage comes from the Uchiha family, and it is my little uncle Uchiha Obito.

The little uncle in this world is missing. Judging from Kakashi's reaction, he should have been sacrificed on the battlefield early on.

Now the third generation is about to abdicate, the fourth generation has passed away for many years, and the fifth generation's position is vacant, and it is not known who the successor will be.

...In short, no matter who it is, they will not know the world line that I am familiar with.

Even so, I still tentatively asked: "Have you decided on the candidate for the fifth generation?"

I'm already prepared that I won't receive any answers. After all, my physical age is here, and I'm just an ordinary ninja.However, Mr. Sarutobi pondered for a moment, and instead of thinking that my question was too presumptuous, he asked me back as if I were an equal: "What do you think about coming here?"

"I don't dare to ask what you mean." I lowered my eyes and lowered my eyebrows and said, "It's just that Jiraiya-sama's character——I'm afraid he won't agree to take over as Hokage."

Jiraiya, as one of the disciples of the third generation, is more qualified to succeed Hokage than anyone in Konoha Village.I'm afraid that he himself has no intention of doing this, otherwise the fourth generation... wouldn't be Uncle Jieren.

The third generation laughed when he heard the words: "You're right, Jiraiya also heard that if he was going to succeed Hokage, he would only run away while complaining 'my life should not be wasted on boring Hokage business' Bar."

Speaking of the proud disciples other than Orochimaru, Sandaimu's mood improved.

"So, after handling all the handover matters. I will let Jiraiya set out to find another disciple of mine." The old man's fatigue was swept away, and his over-aged eyebrows became more vivid: "Then The child has a serious and forthright personality, so it is perfect for her to take over the position of Hokage."

"Master Tsunade...that master, once you make up your mind, you will ask yourself to do your best."

The third generation was surprised: "A child of your age still knows about Tsunade?"

This... how to explain it.

I thought for a while and said: "In my original world. The members of the seventh class are under the tutelage of Sannin. My teacher is Orochimaru. Naruto is taught by Jiraiya-sama, and Sakura takes Tsunade-sama as his teacher. "

"Then you three are Shin Sannin."

"It's true that someone said that... but compared to those three adults, our juniors are still far behind."

The corners of the eyes of the third generation had a smile: "Young people are awesome."

I am a little embarrassed.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

The third generation was staring at me kindly, but I hesitated when he looked at me like that.He seemed to have seen through my hesitation, and said gently: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"...It's not a big deal."

I pursed my lips and said in a low voice, "It's...about Isaac. Can you tell me about Isaac?"

"Okay. Whatever you want to know."

He waited quietly for my next words.

After opening the head, the following words became much smoother.

I looked sideways and said softly, "I want to know Isaac's real name."

He laughed dumbly.

"I thought you were going to ask something else."

"Other things I can probably guess."

"Lu Jiu told me that you are a very smart child. It seems that he is right." The third generation raised his hand, and his skinny and old palm fell on the top of my hair, smoothing it gently. Short hair: "Intelligent and sober, and what is commendable is that he still retains his kindness."

I fixedly looked at the third generation.

"He is an orphan picked up by Anbu. I once suggested that the child enter the ninja school and grow up step by step. But he refused." The third generation seemed to miss Isaac's past: "In the dark A child who grows up doesn’t have his own name, and other people will call him whatever code name he gets during the mission.”

He dropped his hand: "Sorry, I don't know what the child's real name is."

"Ah."

I answered.

"Then call him Isaac."

I stood up from Sandaime's hospital bed, and Sandaime didn't stop me from leaving.He just said indifferently: "The name Isaac has been engraved on the monument... Go and see him more often."

"I know." I smiled. "Then I'll go first. When I have a chance, I will tell you the story of my world."

I walked out of the third-generation purpose ward.

Anbe, who was guarding the door, greeted me as he did when I came.

The Konoha Hospital was quiet, and the ninjas who were still able to move without missions had probably rushed to the comfort monument to attend the funeral of their colleagues.Guessing that the wound in my state could not get wet, I borrowed an umbrella from the doctor who treated my shoulder.

The raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, making a "crackling" sound.I walked on the streets of Konoha, and the place that was destroyed into ruins was restored to its original appearance within a few days of my hospitalization.

The civilians are soliciting their own business as usual, and the life of the ninja is two parallel lines. They have no knowledge of those who died in this disaster.

The meatball shop, which used to be a hot business in the past, looks a little deserted today, and the wooden bench at the door was completely wet by the rain.The smell of charcoal-grilled squid wafted through the humid air, and I felt a little hungry.

The boss who sells the grilled squid is an old man with gray hair who is over half a century old. He is holding a small fan in his hand. While fanning the fan, he is turning over the slightly charred squid at the edges, and the aroma is continuously emitted from his hand.

Seeing me walking past, he looked up at me and smiled at me: "Do you want grilled squid, brother?"

I nodded: "Come here."

"Hold on."

Layers of sauce and chili powder were sprinkled on the fragrant skewers. I put the money in the small box next to the oven, clamped the long handle of the umbrella with my neck and left shoulder, and took a lot of peppers with an awkward posture. Charcoal Grilled Squid Skewers.

Continuing to walk on the street, I took a bite of the grilled squid in my hand.

My first reaction was spicy.

Even hotter than the first time I ate it, unbelievably spicy.In the breezy and cold temperature on a rainy day, I even sweated from the spicy grilled squid.

The tip of my tongue was numb from eating, I casually threw away the bamboo skewer of grilled squid, and wiped my face with my sleeve.

"Damn it...it's so unpalatable, it's so spicy."

I wiped the water stains on my face and muttered vaguely: "It's so spicy, bastard, why do you like to eat this kind of thing...Damn it, it's so spicy that tears flowed from my eyes..."

No one answered my soliloquy, and the passers-by on the street didn't even give me a spare glance.

I sniffled and walked around the corner while wiping the unstoppable water marks on my face.At the corner at the end of the street is a flower shop full of flowers under an awning. Standing among the flowers is a little blonde girl in mourning. Unlike the passers-by who are in a hurry, she looked at me with eyes full of surprise.

"Eh, eh? Sasuke-kun?"

Yamanaka Ino screamed: "Have you been discharged from the hospital? Seeing that you didn't go to the memorial tablet today, I thought you were in the hospital. Why did you come here? And your eyes are...? "

Always full of energy, she asked many questions in a row. I waved my hand and replied with my hoarse voice from the spicy grilled squid just now: "I just got out of the hospital, and my eyes are fine. I ate grilled squid on a skewer, and I was so spicy." .”

"Really, Sasuke-kun's injury hasn't healed yet. If you're injured, you should eat some light food." Ino pouted and complained, "I thought Sasuke-kun came to see me specially."

"You could say the same."

I bent my eyes and smiled at her: "I want to buy flowers."

"Flowers? What kind of flowers does Sasuke-kun want to buy?"

Ino let me into the flower shop in the mountains and helped me put away the umbrella. There were several times more flowers in the room than outside, and the smells from all kinds of flowers were mixed together. The aroma was peculiar but not unpleasant.

I looked around, and Ino introduced familiarly: "Here are flowers that can be given to others, and the latter are flowers that are suitable for taking home and growing by yourself. If you want to give it to me, I would prefer roses."

I bent down to pick up a rose, the crimson flower was in full bloom with dew hanging from it.I pinned the flower on Ino's hair and said with a smile: "Then I will give this flower to you, okay?"

"Sasuke-kun is serious! If this goes on like this, I will take it seriously!" She blushed slightly: "What kind of flowers does Sasuke-kun want to buy?"

"Well, just buy red flowers."

"Is it for a girl?"

"Send my teammates."

After listening to this, Ino ran to the back of the store and brought a lot of red flowers in a short time.There are flowering branches, potted plants, and even flower buds that have not yet bloomed.

"These are all red." Ino touched the petals of a pot of fiery red flowers at hand: "I like this one very much. It just bloomed this morning. But it's not suitable for giving away. The spark orchid is more suitable Take care of yourself."

"It's okay." I looked at the price tag on the flower pot, took out my wallet and put the money for the rose on the table with flowers: "He won't mind."

Picking up the flower pot, I clamped the umbrella again between my shoulders and neck.

Ino looked worried and stood under the awning: "Do you want me to take you there? It's not convenient for you to look like this."

"It doesn't matter." I carefully lifted the flower pot up to ensure that the brightly colored fiery red flowers would not be wet by the rain: "It's still quite close, I'll just go by myself."

"Then, Sasuke-kun, be careful on your way."

With an umbrella and a flower pot in my arms, I couldn't nod or bid farewell to her, so I had to smile at her before leaving.

The next journey is very close to the comfort monument.

The funeral was over when I was chatting with the third generation and wandering on the street, and there should have been no ninjas staying near the memorial monument.However, when I walked over, I saw a figure standing under a tree sheltering from the rain.

He looked over with his normal face, and I was taken aback: "Why haven't you come home yet?"

"Wait for you."

I don't know how long Sasuke stood there stupidly and walked over quickly. He naturally took the umbrella clamped around my neck, and walked beside me with the umbrella.I twisted my neck, and the weird posture of holding the flower was finally a lot easier.

From a distance of less than a few centimeters, I could feel the coolness coming from his skin.I got closer to him, and said with a smile: "Stupid, what if I don't come? Just stand under the tree to avoid the rain, and you won't be afraid of being struck by lightning."

Sasuke glanced at me sideways: "No, I'm just like you, my chakras are all thunder attributes."

Alright alright, you are a thunder attribute, you are amazing.

When I walked to the memorial monument, I put down the flowerpot I was holding in my arms.

In front of the stele, people have already placed white bouquets in twos and threes. The pot of spark orchids I put on it is very abrupt.But I'm sure Isaac wouldn't mind, he's a good-natured guy willing to follow my temper.

I stood in front of the memorial monument and looked at the countless names on it carefully.The word Isaac was engraved in an inconspicuous corner of the densely packed names. Apart from the name, his age, gender, and life history were not at all.After he died, nothing remained but the name Isaac, which did not belong to him, was left on this useless stele, like a lamp extinguished.

Sasuke held an umbrella and stood quietly behind me.He just looked at it and said nothing.

The living and the dead looked at each other from a distance across a memorial tablet, and I said in the same tone I used to speak to him: "The third generation said, let me see you more. Originally, I still have a lot to say to you." Say, for example, scolding you, or making fun of you for a while, and you will be killed by your former defeated general."

I stretched out my hand and brushed my fingers over the wet and cold stone tablet.The word Isaac has just been engraved on it, and the uneven section has not been tempered by time, and it feels like a knife-edge stabbing.

"But after seeing you... I changed my mind again, and I decided not to say anything."

I wiped the water stains on my fingertips on the mourning clothes, and smiled self-deprecatingly.I turned around and patted Sasuke on the shoulder with one hand: "Let's go, let's go home."

Sasuke was still the same as before, didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, silently raised the umbrella and followed behind me.

——I have a lot to say to you.

- But I don't want to say anything.

——I don’t even know my real name, so even if I miss something or want to say something, I can’t convey it to you.

……

I looked back from a distance.

The spark orchid lost its shelter, and the flowers swayed in the wind and rain. The petals turned red even more after being wet, as if they were about to burn in the rain.

The author has something to say: the flower language of Huahualan is "a person who cannot be forgotten".

I originally wanted to write zinnias, but after checking the flower language of zinnias is my love forever, I felt that it was not suitable for Isaac, so I changed it to sparkling orchid.

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