[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

The next day, Fei Shi finally understood the reason why Orochimaru was more annoying than usual yesterday.

——After Hatake Sakumo’s sincere request, Sarutobi Hiruzen sympathized with him and gave him a long vacation to let him concentrate on taking care of his son. As a result, Konoha Baiga’s part of the task was evenly given to the most capable Sannin, Orochi Pills get the most.

He started complaining dissatisfied and powerless to Fei Shi early in the morning.When he thought that after leaving in a few days, he would be so busy that he would not be able to come back for nearly half a year, he felt uneasy and bored from the bottom of his heart.

"Mr. Sarutobi really makes me wonder what to say about him. The war is cruel enough, but he still can't give up the benevolence of those women..."

He folded his arms and said coldly, frowning tightly.

Fei Shi glanced at him lightly.

"You have to understand that Hiruzaru Sarutobi is not young, and you are his most proud disciple."

A word to wake up the dreamer.

Orochimaru's eyes were slightly cold, he was silent and didn't know what to think about, and then smiled contemptuously: "Do I still care about his seat?"

He really didn't seem to care, but Fei Shi didn't say a word, and continued to read the book calmly.

Orochimaru glanced at him sideways, slowly moved to his side, hugged him from behind, purposely lay down next to his ear and blew into his ear, and said quite bewitchingly:

"Hey, wouldn't Fei Shijun be reluctant to part with me? You are so strong, no one in this world can hurt you, why don't you go to the battlefield with me?"

Fei Shi turned his head to the side, stretched out his hand to push him away, and refused without blinking an eyelid: "I won't go to the battlefield."

"Why?"

"Now is your time, what's the point of me getting involved?"

"..." Orochimaru stared at him quietly for a while, then suddenly snorted softly, "You're looking for an excuse."

Fei Shi's expression remained unchanged: "I haven't."

"Then how do you explain what happened decades ago?" Orochimaru retorted sharply, seeing through Fei Shi's thoughts at a glance, "You come from the future, I understand that you don't want to disturb the past, but why did you walk into the Warring States period? History, even created Konoha?"

Fei Shi exhaled imperceptibly, and explained vaguely: "That's not what I wanted."

How dangerous the Warring States Period was. He was far less powerful than he is now in the troubled times. It is impossible not to use Sharingan.

Therefore, in order not to be regarded as an eye thief, and more importantly, in order to save his life, it is natural for him to choose the blessing of the Uchiha, the rich family at that time.

As for later becoming one of the leaders who established the village... This kind of development actually far exceeded his own expectations.Even though he tried his best to erase the traces of his existence in the end, many people still know his identity.

Entered the war-torn era of the Warring States... huh?

Fei Shi's thoughts turned here, and his thoughts drifted away unconsciously.

He couldn't help recalling the voices and smiles of some people, especially those who had been with him the longest and left the deepest impression on him.

Those lives that were alive in the past, now he is the only one left... Ah no, there is another one besides him, but that person has completely escaped, and there may not be any news for two or three years, so it can basically be ignored up.

Familiar people disappeared one by one, until now, they only exist in his memory.Although it would not make Fei Shi feel sad, the unaccustomed sense of disobedience rose in his heart again and again.

Probably this is what Quanna refers to as "loneliness".

But in the final analysis, no matter how unaccustomed he is, he is just a passerby after all, a passerby who will leave sooner or later.

These eras that have only been read in history books have no place for him.

The face of the cherry-haired young man who was deep in thought became more and more cold, and even the breath around him became distant.Orochimaru stared at him intently, clenched his hands because of the sudden ominous premonition.

He suddenly asked: "Fei Shijun, speaking of it, I have never asked you, when will you go back to the future?"

Fei Shi remained silent for no apparent reason.

Orochimaru's eyes were dim, and he half-kneeled beside him and took his hand, asking in a hoarse voice: "Tell me the truth, have you ever thought about staying in this era?"

"... Orochimaru." Fei Shi looked at the page again, his voice was calm and unwavering, "If you keep wanting more things greedily, you may not be able to accept it when you find out that you can't get it no matter what."

Orochimaru froze for a moment, then understood.

Fei Shi's words seemed twisted and twisted, but the meaning conveyed was extremely clear.

After a long time, the black-haired man smiled softly, stood up and looked down at Fei Shi, and said with a false smile:

"Fei Shijun, should I praise you for being tactful...or should I say that you are as ruthless as ever? You answering me like this is really more cruel than directly refusing."

"Because this is the truth, no matter how euphemistic it is, it will not change."

Fei Shi's eyes were calm and clear.

"Sooner or later, I will leave without anything. The truth will be discovered by you one day and cause harm. A promise made of lies is beautiful, but the moment it is broken is the most cruel to you. In this case, It would be better if I told you personally from the beginning."

This principle applies to all his trading partners.

Orochimaru's pupils shrank slightly.He closed his eyelids, holding the last glimmer of hope, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You care so much about Namikaze Minato, do you want to leave him without hesitation in the end?"

"..." Fei Shi lowered his eyes, and after a while, he calmly whispered: "Yes."

Orochimaru's breath suddenly suffocated.

He suddenly laughed like a sarcasm, and asked sharply and sharply: "Has no one ever walked into your heart?"

Fei Shi silently raised his eyes to look at him, his blue eyes became darker at some point.

Orochimaru stared at him without backing down, her thin lips pursed tightly.

"I secretly investigated all the rumors about you from some old people... Even if I can't."

He slowly clenched his teeth unwillingly, uttering names one by one that will never be forgotten by history.

"That Uchiha Madara, his younger brother, Nidaime-sama...haven't any of these dazzling characters moved you?"

The words that had been lingering in his heart for a long time finally came out of his mouth, Orochimaru's breathing was a little short, and he stared at Fei Shi unblinkingly, his eyes were faintly paranoid and cold.

He felt that the man glanced at him inexplicably, the movement was quick, but the emotion in his eyes was very deep.

But before he could see clearly what those emotions were, Fei Shi turned his head and said without any fluctuations in his tone: "Is that what you want to say?"

Such an understated and indifferent attitude made Orochimaru suddenly clenched his fists: "Yes, the only thing I want to know is this! I want to know what a person like you who has eternal life really cares about!"

The gloomy voice echoed in the empty apartment, the black-haired man's pale cheeks were flushed with excitement, and the golden snake pupils radiated slightly angry light.

In stark contrast to his fierce reaction was the indifferent demeanor of the young man with cherry hair.

After a few seconds, he calmly said as before: "... Believe it or not, I don't have eternal life."

He softly closed the book in his hand, got up and stood up, his clear and beautiful blue eyes looked at Orochimaru, reflecting his distrustful look.

Before the black-haired man questioned, he immediately said, "As for the one I really care about, there has always been only one."

The white fingertips that were as perfect as a work of art slowly lifted up, and under the gaze of Orochimaru, they approached him bit by bit as if in slow motion.

He stared at that hand tightly, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and he couldn't even hold his breath involuntarily.

After a long time like a whole winter, the white fingertips finally touched his chest, and in his slightly trembling reaction, he tapped lightly and heavily.

"—that's the emotion that surges in your chest when you... no, when you look at me."

The air froze for a moment.

When Orochimaru recovered from the inexplicable stupefaction and grief, Fei Shi had already walked to the door at some point, and stretched out his hand to grab the cold doorknob.

At that moment, some kind of unknown panic suddenly enveloped Orochimaru, causing him to rush to Fei Shi's side almost instantly, and grabbed his hand tightly.

He clenched it so tightly that even his knuckles were slightly white, his pale fingertips were trembling constantly, his palms were covered with sticky cold sweat, he panicked like a snake being pinched seven inches.

Fei Shi turned his head and looked at him in surprise.

Orochimaru's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his pale lips trembled, and he could hardly speak a word.

Then, as if he understood something from his extremely panicked appearance, Fei Shi slowly turned around, gently held him with his backhand, then stretched out his right arm, and gently embraced him like countless times before. he.

"Thank you, Orochimaru." He whispered, looking over Orochimaru's shoulder to look behind him, and there was a peace in his blue eyes that was different from before, not cold.

"I will never forget you."

A few days later in the evening, when the orange-red sunset in the sky gradually turned to a slightly icy blue-purple, Fei Shi returned home alone.

At that time, Minato was studying scrolls on the warm tatami, and raised his head indifferently when he heard the sound of the door, and was stunned for a moment when he saw the person coming, and then his eyes widened, and an incomparably bright smile bloomed on his lips.

"Crimson World!"

He threw away the scroll and rushed over, opened his arms like a fledgling returning to its nest, and threw himself into Fei Shi's arms.

The young man with cherry hair held a beautifully packaged wooden box in one hand, his astonishing brows and eyes drooped slightly, showing a look that could be called helpless for a moment.

He freed his other hand, and patted the young man's back gently.

"You are no longer a child, Minato, why are you acting so childish? Are you not afraid that others will see the joke?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it's for Feishi." Minato stepped back, smiled and said indifferently, took Feishi's hand and led him into the room, "Why did you come back so soon? You don't need to accompany me." Orochimaru-sama?"

"He has already returned to the front line." Fei Shi replied indifferently, looked at the young man whose eyes seemed to become brighter suddenly, and suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of which, it seems that your vacation is not long?"

Minato pursed her lips slightly, and then smiled expectantly: "Hey, is Fei Shi reluctant to part with me?"

"Your illusion."

"This is a fact!"

"The opposite is true, this is the truth."

Minato was stunned for a second, and then realized what he meant, couldn't help laughing, and there was a bright warmth in his brows and eyes.

"Yes, it's because I miss you very much, okay?"

He admitted this with his eyes bent and good temper, and his calm attitude surprised Fei Shi a little.

He took a good look at Minato, and the latter let him look at him with a smile on his face. He had completely lost the shy and introverted look of a little girl when he was young, and replaced it with a cheerful and generous look, which made people feel warm when they saw it.

Faintly, there is already a prototype of Hokage whose smile will be as dazzling as the morning sun in the future.

Fei Shi quietly looked at him like this for a long time, then looked away as usual, did not answer his words, but calmly commented: "What you said caught others off guard more and more."

Minato blinked innocently, keenly aware of his avoidance of the topic of "reluctant", and a faint sense of disappointment in his blue eyes.

He immediately pulled himself together and asked with a smile knowingly: "Is there?"

Fei Shi definitely nodded: "Yes."

It's unbelievable that he always says amazing things despite his introverted personality.Is it really the special charm of someone who wants to be Hokage?

At the end of the short conversation, Minato followed him half a step behind Feishi to the guest room, stopped by the door, and looked at his tall and thin back quietly, the ease in his eyes disappeared unconsciously, replaced by It is dignified sorrow.

"Fei Shi." He called softly, his eyes dimmed, "Master Orochimaru won't be back for at least half a year, right?"

Like a breeze blowing across the lake, the guest room was silent for a moment, and then Fei Shi responded indifferently: "That's right."

"Then—" Minato suddenly became anxious, and he took a step forward suddenly, his voice tensed for some reason, "Then what about your illness? Flying Thunder God can't cover such a long distance!"

There was obvious anxiety on his face, but the worried person didn't even blink his eyelids, just looked at him calmly, nodding objectively as if discussing other people's affairs.

"Well, indeed, the current Flying Thunder God Technique is not too fast, and its range is extremely limited."

"That's right! So what should you do? Why don't you just tell Mr. Thirdaime the truth and ask Mr. Orochimaru to come back regularly!"

The frowning boy had a serious expression, his brain was working fast, and he tried his best to help Fei Shi out of his mind, but Fei Shi still had an expressionless expression on his face, and raised his hand and handed him the wooden box he had been carrying, beckoning him to take it .

Minato temporarily stopped thinking, took it in doubt, and reached out to open the lid: "What is this? It's heavy——"

The clear and bright boyish voice stopped abruptly.The azure pupils shrank slightly because of the shock, and there were streams of icy light reflected in them.

In the delicate wooden box, twelve specially shaped kunai are stacked neatly together, which looks like a vertical row of iron leaves.

"This is a weapon made of chakra-conducting ore. As you know, Scarlet Snow and White Fang are also made of the same texture."

Fei Shi observed his reaction without blinking, and explained calmly.

"Paste your Chakra spell on it, and the Flying Raijin Art should be able to make great progress, and it is not impossible to even surpass Tobina, who is the founder."

The sakura-haired young man who knew the whole story of the Flying Thunder God technique better than anyone else stared straight at Minato with eyes of unbelievable surprise, as if confirming something, the tightly clenched hands hanging by his side slightly relaxed a little. .

He raised his hand and patted Minato's shoulder. He was obviously expressionless, but his lowered brows and eyes showed unbelievable gentleness for no reason.

He said softly: "I haven't come here to tell you... Congratulations on becoming a Jonin, Minato."