[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

There is a painting hanging in the corridor leading to the school history museum of Konoha Ninja School.

It was a realistic and realistic painting, with a blue sky, a solemn shrine, a curtain embroidered with different family emblems, people dressed in dark and light contrasting costumes, and four people surrounded in the middle.

Even the most mischievous kids in ninja schools know that this is a painting depicting the alliance between Senju and Uchiha, the two great ninja clans that founded Konoha more than 30 years ago.

It is said that this painting was made by the most talented artist in the past century. He happened to attend the ceremony on the day of the alliance and witnessed the handshake scene of the founders. He was deeply shocked by this historic moment and devoted himself to one painting for decades , devoted all his heart and soul, and finally finished the last stroke in his later years, completing this masterpiece.

The artist presented him to the Second Hokage Senju Higama as a gift for his succession.

It is said that Master Nidaime Hokage loved this painting the most in his life. He liked it so much that he didn’t want to show it at one point, but in the end he hung it in the ninja school he created under the persuasion of his subordinates, so that future generations of students can experience history.

When he was alive, he often came to see this painting alone after work, and it took a whole day to stop in front of it.

Some old people who knew the inside story said that it was because of the people in the painting.

Because of whom?Someone once asked this question, but the old people stopped talking.So some people guessed that it was because of his deceased elder brother Senju Hashirama, and some people guessed that it was because of Uchiha Madara who had harmed Konoha.

But Namikaze Minato felt that it might be because of the other person who was not mentioned.

Blocked by Uchiha Madara, the one who showed only one hand, changed the whole painting, and eclipsed everyone in the painting.

After school, the Konoha Ninja School experienced a period of hustle and bustle. The blond boy carried his schoolbag and avoided the friends who wanted to find him for training. He appeared outside the school history museum with a head full of green leaves, his blue eyes were clean, blending the clear sky and the depth of the ocean.

He quickly threw the schoolbag up to the second floor, then jumped up the window with a few dexterous light, and landed on the ground silently.

The huge painting, which is one person high and several meters wide, immediately appeared in front of my eyes. The expressions and expressions of each character were so lifelike, and even the ripples of the breeze blowing through the curtain made people feel like they were in the wind.

But Minato still saw that person at a glance.

He—yes, Minato was sure it was "he"—was blocked by Uchiha Madara, and even his feet couldn't be seen clearly because of the densely packed positions of the Uchihas next to him.

The flying robes and the arc of the sword are covered by countless figures. In this painting where everyone is taken care of as much as possible, this kind of cover seems to be intentional, but it makes people more curious about the only thing that is hidden. The true colors of people.

Minato put the schoolbag in the corner, sat on it, put his hands on his knees obediently, and continued to look at the painting with his face up.

Ever since he discovered the secret hidden in the painting, he would come here every day after school to look at it for a while, carefully observe the person's movements and outlines, and guess his identity and the reason for being hidden in his heart.

He is a curious and patient child with a gentle and quiet temperament. He used to like reading books after school, but recently he changed his reading time to observing paintings because of interest.

He has carefully checked the history of that year, but he was happy and disappointed to find that there were indeed four leaders who established Ninja Village together, two Senju and two Uchiha, but the other Uchiha family except Madara One person seemed to have been wiped out of existence out of thin air, and he could not be found in any books and documents.

Minato didn't know why, but the more information he searched, the more he felt that "he" was everywhere.

Ninjutsu, illusion, swordsmanship, medical ninjutsu, even historical research and the secret history of nobles... There is a shadow of a certain person reflected in many fields. He penetrates into every place, mysterious and powerful.

Namikaze Minato stared at the painting with his chin in his hands, his immature but handsome facial features were full of seriousness, and his clever head was running fast.

"He" is shaking hands with Master Nidaime.That hand was slender and slender, with well-defined joints but not obtrusive. It looked too fair and beautiful, too perfect for a ninja's hand.

Namikaze Minato looked at him, suddenly had an idea, and looked at the person shaking hands with him in a blink of an eye.

Master Nidaime, who met every day on Hokage Rock every day, had a rare color, and the three scars on his face made him look extraordinarily cold and severe, almost unhuman.

But Minato looked at it, and faintly felt that there was some imperceptible soft color in his red eyes looking straight ahead.

This illusion was fleeting, and when Minato was startled by his own feeling, blinked his eyes and looked at the past seriously, the feeling disappeared again, and Master Nidaimu still had a mean and fierce face, as if shaking hands with Uchiha was something special Disgusting thing.

The blond boy was so amused by his conjecture that he rolled his eyes, his blue eyes that contained everything bent into crescent moons, so warm that he couldn't believe it.

He looked at the first Hokage Senju Hashirama again.The great man shook hands with Uchiha Madara while laughing boldly, and he was very happy. Minato felt that part of the disgust on Nidaime-sama's face was also aimed at him.

Finally, he looked at Uchiha Madara, and after a long scrutiny, he was surprised to find a clue.

This man with cold facial features didn't smile, but he didn't look so serious and frighteningly serious like Master Nidaime. Instead, he had a special, absent-minded look.

Afraid that he might have misread it, Minato stood up from the ground, took a few steps forward, and looked at this ninja Shura seriously, without blinking his eyes, refusing to let go of any clues.

The sun gradually slanted to the west, and the warm orange radiance covered the ground, casting sparkling spots on the youth's blue eyes.

He took a step back slowly, the amazement in his eyes gradually faded, and turned into a slight strangeness and uncertainty.

If he is not mistaken, the legendary Uchiha Madara was not watching the first Hokage at that time.He looked aside, staring at the place where the man shook hands with the second-generation master, and the emotion in his eyes... was called "dissatisfaction".

"Is it 'dissatisfaction'?"

The white-haired old man was lying on a recliner under the setting sun, his wise and hale eyes were oppressed, and he was quietly examining the young man in front of him.

Namakaze Minato hugged the schoolbag in his arms tightly, mustered up the courage to nod affirmatively: "Yes, sir, I think it's 'dissatisfaction'."

The old man stared oppressively at the kid who came to ask him questions, Minato also pursed his lips and looked at him persistently.

After a long time, the old man sighed, looked away tiredly, and rubbed his forehead with his hand.

"It's been so many years, I didn't expect that other than Master Nidaimu, it would be children who saw the old man's failure."

Minato was stunned for a moment, and asked a little strangely: "Failure? What do you mean? Could it be the painting?"

The old man gave him a stern look: "What else could it be if it wasn't that painting?"

"But..." Minato was shocked, "That painting is so good, isn't it?"

The old man hummed softly, staring at a point in the air, thinking of something, his expression gradually became frustrated and sad.

"It's a failure, there is no doubt about it. If it was a perfect painting, the old man would not allow that lord to appear in the painting with that state of mind."

Minato's breath suddenly eased.

"That lord is... the lord who only showed his right hand?"

He asked softly, watching the old man stand up and walk towards the inner room, he couldn't help following.

The old man nodded heavily as he opened the painted door: "That's the lord."

Minato looked at him in surprise, and after receiving his signal, he cautiously walked into what was obviously a studio, and was stunned by the paintings hanging on the walls and the piles of waste paper.

Soon, he discovered something keenly, and he couldn't help exclaiming: "Are all of these...?"

"Well, it's all about that adult."

The old man hunched his back, looked at his work sadly with his hands behind his back, and sighed quietly: "After so many years, I still can't draw the charm of that lord."

Minato stared wide-eyed, staring at the paintings in a daze.

No matter which one, there is a lifelike beauty, whether it is a bustling festival, or a quiet path, or a grand starry sky, or a vast lake, all of which are realistic and immersive.

But without exception, the protagonists above are all the same person.

A person who doesn't show his face.

"The reason why the old man called that painting a failure is because the old man compromised with things that cannot be painted."

The old man stood next to a painting of a young man with cherry hair standing upright and tall, his voice was melancholy and lost.

"...The old man failed to draw that lord. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't depict all of his beauty. In the end, he could only draw his right hand in such a distressed posture. Even so, it was already I've exhausted my whole life's skills. This is... my failure."

"It's blasphemy. It's unforgivable blasphemy."

The old man's painful voice echoed in the studio for a long time.

He turned his head to look at the young man who was staring at him in a daze, he didn't know what he thought of, and he sighed slightly.

"Master Nidaimu saw the failure of the old man at a glance back then. He was considerate of the old man and did not hold the old man accountable for his fault... It must be because no one understands better than him that the beauty of that lord is not something that humans can have... Old man This clumsy mortal pen may not be able to reproduce his face in this lifetime."

"Is there anyone who understands better than Nidaime-sama...?"

Minato asked hesitantly.

The old man glanced at him indifferently, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "That adult and the second generation are... lovers."

Yes, a person who is so dazzling that one glance is enough to forget his whole life, and only a talented person like Master Nidaime can match him.

"...Huh?" The blond boy was stunned for a moment, and then his fair and immature face was immediately flushed with embarrassment, "Is that so..."

The old man was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was slightly cold.

"A few years ago, there was also a child who saw the emotions in the old man's paintings just like you, and came to ask the old man for verification."

Minato blinked, and said thoughtfully: "Ah, yes, you said just now, except for Nidaime-sama, it was children who saw the secret of that painting..."

"Forget it, that's not important."

The eccentric old man waved his hand, walked to the desk in the studio, and carefully took out a painting from the drawer.

"Since you can see it, it is the destined person of the old man. This is the most outstanding painting of all the paintings that the old man has made in the past 50 years. Let me show you."

He unfolded the drawing paper on the table bit by bit as if he were treating his hard-won treasures with great care. His vicissitudes of life gradually revealed long-term nostalgia and deep sadness, as well as the humble longing buried deep in his eyes. .

"Even this painting is not even half as charming as that lord..."

A faint sigh rang in Minato's ears, but he couldn't receive it at this moment.

In the fading sunlight, the blond boy subconsciously held his breath, and stared blankly at the person in the painting who lightly covered the pages of the book and looked over calmly from the side.

He thought, he seemed to know why the old man never drew this man's face.

After coming out of the old man's house, Minato lowered his head and kicked the stones under his feet, his blond hair was drooping, and he looked quite listless.

People looking towards him in the blood-red sunset repeatedly appeared in front of his eyes.The man's deep blue eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, looking straight into his eyes, as if he knew his existence in the painting.

Just walking while distracted like this, the young man unfortunately felt the danger coming when he was about to fall into the tiger's mouth.

The air had turned cold at some point, and the sharp sound of piercing the air had already approached him when he noticed it, and before the young man who sensed something was wrong could react, it would immediately take his life away.

Minato's pupils constricted in fear, and he subconsciously touched the ninja bag behind him, only to find desperately that it was too late.

At this moment, the hidden weapons in all directions were infinitely slowed down in his eyes, and the sharp weapons glowing with cold light pierced his trembling pupils, and his blood was about to splash on the spot.

In the next second, a person suddenly appeared behind the emptiness.

As soon as he landed, he judged the situation very quickly, reached out and grabbed the boy's collar, and disappeared into the spot out of thin air without leaving a trace.

The feeling of weightlessness came, and the dizzy Minato saw the world turn red for a moment, and then everything was over.

He smelled the smell of blood in the air, and heard the sound of bodies falling to the ground, and all of this happened in the blink of an eye, and the battle came to an end before all the densely packed hidden weapons fell to the ground not far away.

In the boy's short life so far, there has never been such a contrasting strength gap, just like a winding mountain looking down on tiny ants.

This power is so pure that even many years later he became a well-known ninja in the ninja world, and he still clearly remembers the shock in his heart on this day.

That is the awe brought by the stream looking up at its peak.

Holding a knife in one hand, Uchiha Hime stopped with dazed eyes, and put the blond boy he subconsciously rescued just now back on the ground.

At this moment, what brought him to the verge of fainting was not the ninjas just now, but the physical strength and chakra that were forcibly pulled out of his body most of the time.

He only had time to quickly judge that there was no more danger around him, and then he couldn't hold on any longer, and knelt down on the ground with a slight sway.

The young man who had been staring at him in a daze from just now seemed to have finally regained his senses, stepped forward to support him, and asked something in a weak voice.

Uchiha Hime raised his head, but his blurred vision could not see the other person's face clearly.

His mouth moved, and the severe pain in his brain helped him make a subconscious judgment, making him murmur softly: "...Brother Boren?"

The boy seemed to say something, but at this moment he couldn't hear it clearly.

The world in front of my eyes is doubled, and the only thing I am familiar with is the brilliant blond hair and sea blue eyes.

Since it's blogger brother...

So, no matter what, it can be forgiven, right?

The sweetness of blood and the smell of running water wafted through the air, and the young man with cherry hair appeared out of thin air like a god, his eyes were empty and in a daze, his beautiful and distinct hands grabbed the collar of the nearest person, and kissed him lightly.

Ah, the mouthful of sunshine.

The author has something to say: Namikaze Minato: ... oh huh