[Naruto] The hardest thing to do

When I walked home under the moonlight, what greeted me was the silence of the room.

I regretted why I didn't come back after having dinner outside, but I didn't bother to go out after taking off my shoes. The moonlight tonight is very bright, and I can see the corridor clearly without turning on the lights.

No scratches, no blood... well, at least mom and Shisui Uchiha didn't fight.I thought quite easily, opened the refrigerator, and luckily found rice balls that I didn't know when they were ready.Although the rice grains were cold and hard, I was too hungry to pick and choose, so I ate slowly with plain water.

After eating, I went to take a shower again. As soon as I turned on the water, I found that I didn't have a change of clothes, so I had to wrap myself in a towel and go to my room to get it.

When I fell asleep, the moon was already in the middle of the night sky. I didn't know whether my mother would come back, so I set the alarm clock just in case.

Until I fell asleep, I didn't hear any movement at the door.

The next day, I woke up with the sound of the alarm clock. It looked like my mother hadn’t come home all night. I ate two strings of meatballs in the dessert shop on the street for breakfast. When I went out, I passed Itachi Uchiha.

Ah, my unfortunate day started with meeting Itachi Uchiha.

After stepping into the classroom, I saw Inuzuka Hana. The girl was sitting with her companions, chatting and laughing, and their eyes were on me.I also looked away and sat by the window by myself.

The first class was taught by that gloomy guy, who was just following the script without any new ideas, and still had a tone without ups and downs, which was almost hypnotic.It just so happened that I didn't sleep well last night. I woke up several times thinking I heard my mother coming back, but it turned out to be an illusion.

After getting tired, I was even more inattentive to attend the class, so I just lay on my arms and slowly closed my eyes.

I must have had a dream.

It was a long time ago in the dream. At that time, I was still an unsteady dumpling, holding a wooden kunai and throwing a target a few steps away to play.Now it seems that it’s just a hand’s reach away, but at that time I couldn’t throw it no matter what, and I even found it quite challenging.

Dad opened the door, his face was not clear due to the backlight, and he held a brown curly-haired child under his hand, dressed in the same ethnic costume, and smiled at me.

Dad said he brought me a brother back and asked me if Gao was happy.

I seem to have answered, but it is not clear whether I am happy or unhappy.I just remember that the boy shrugged and laughed when he heard it, his eyes narrowed into slits.

As soon as the screen changed, I was able to successfully throw the wooden shuriken three meters away.Shisui was standing beside me, throwing the real shuriken onto the wooden target with a more standard posture than mine.

I saw myself puffing up my cheeks angrily, and complaining: "Why can Shisui use shuriken? I want to use it too. This kind of wooden toy doesn't feel at all when thrown."

I attributed my failure to hit the target pole to my lack of feel, but Shisui smiled and shook his head.

"Because I'm older than you, when you are the same age as me, you can use a shuriken with an edge." Shisui took the wooden toy from my hand, and I couldn't see how useful he was. Strength, but it is also wood, the toy I was talking about passed through his hands and was firmly embedded in the target pole.

I heard someone applaud, and my father came from the other end of the corridor, looking at Zhishui with admiring eyes.

"As expected of Shisui, you can throw a shuriken so well at this age. You should learn more, kid. Your elder brother Shisui will definitely be the best genius in the clan in the future."

I nodded ignorantly, but once felt dissatisfaction.

It's dissatisfaction, Zhishui is only two years older than me, but he and I seem to be very different.This feeling intensified after he was recommended by his father to become a ninja at the age of five and claimed to have used Sharingan proficiently.

I was reluctant to talk to him at first, and usually practiced by myself.And he was running around on missions. During the war years, the genocide was no different from the zhongren. If he went to the battlefield twice more, as long as he could come back alive, he would be given the qualification of zhongnin.

And when Shisui became a Chunin, I could barely hit nine out of ten shots.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Zhishui for having his first line in Memories [Applause]

Shisui didn’t get promoted to Chunin, so he went directly to Anbu, but no matter, I said that if there is, there will be =L=