dark color

"Knock knock."

There was a hesitant knock on the door, and then the door panel was pushed open a small gap, revealing a brilliant lock of blond hair.

The man in the snow-white hospital gown raised his head from the book, was stunned for a while, and then quickly showed a gentle smile.Everyone closed the book, and their eyes fell on the child. The handsome and gentle face seemed to melt in the sunlight.

It's like an overly beautiful painting.The man's face was still a little pale, but his azure eyes were extremely radiant, even the most beautiful gems in the world couldn't match it.He blinked, looked at the cramped child with a funny face, and stretched out his hand, "Come."

Naruto swallowed, and walked slowly.Naruto picked him up and put him on the edge of his bed with Naruto's astonished expression. The young man smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

Naruto stared at him blankly.Looking at it from a close distance, the young man's face is even more flawless. Thinking of Mr. Kakashi's words... and the rumors spread by those people, Naruto scratched his hair and didn't speak.

"?"

Everyone frowned slightly and asked, "Naruto?"

Although the child tried his best to calm down, his wandering eyes and sweaty hands showed his nervousness.Although they have the same hair color and eye color, at this moment, Naruto still couldn't help showing a little disappointment. He and the four generations are actually not that similar.But as long as there is a chance, he is not willing to give up.Naruto lowered his head and grabbed the hem of his clothes, "Fourth Hokage... my lord,"

Jieren interrupted him with a smile, "You can call me Jieren."

Zhanlan's eyes widened slightly, and then he blurted out a word, "Are you my father?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and the smiles slowly faded away.The child in front of him closed his eyes tightly, trembling slightly as if waiting for a judgment.This "Konoha Genius Ninja" who has received a lot of attention recently because of his outstanding strength is like a weak little animal at the moment.

What is the answer?Everyone's expression was a little dazed, was it a white lie, or the cruel truth?In any case, the child's clan and mother died because of Konoha's ambition, and he would understand sooner or later.Because of this concern, those elders never regarded Naruto as the successor of the next Hokage, even though he was much better than most of them.These people are just afraid, they are afraid that the truth will surface one day, and then bring a disaster to Konoha and themselves.

"How did you know?"

Subconsciously, he didn't answer directly.

"It's Kakashi-sensei, Lustful Immortal... and Orochimaru-sensei..."

"Orochimaru?"

Jieren sat up straight suddenly, and then couldn't help coughing.Naruto rushed forward and patted him on the back. During the violent shaking, Hachio in his sleeve rolled his eyes fiercely.

"I'm fine,"

Not long after, everyone smiled wryly, "It's just a choke, you just said... Orochimaru?"

"kindness,"

Naruto still looked at him worriedly, nodded and said, "Teacher Orochimaru is very kind to me, he said...you are my father."

"This is really..."

Everyone can't laugh or cry, I don't know what I think of, and I seem to be happy and disappointed, "I still haven't had time to tell him."

He looked at Naruto who was still waiting for his answer, suddenly smiled, touched his head, and said, "I have always regarded you as my child, Naruto."

When Naruto was about to say something excitedly, he interrupted him softly, "Before explaining all this, do you want to hear a story first?"

############################## My name is Bofengjieren—a very common name, and I don’t know what it means.That's because my parents died before I knew this.There are only a few vaguely gentle smiling faces in my memory, and the rest is just war, blood, and then endless escape, escape, escape!You must escape being killed, you must escape the battlefield, you must escape hunger and cold.The so-called ninja war left me with an impression not of cruel and cold adjectives, but of looking at the dark sky shivering at night and having to constantly endure the cramps in my stomach due to hunger.I was too young, and many memories of that time were very chaotic, leaving only the instincts engraved in my body.Very hungry and very cold.

I don't remember much of what happened next.Maybe Mr. Jiraiya, who happened to pass by, picked me up, or Konoha's senior management finally found out that my parents were killed in battle, and finally took me in, just like many, many children.Then it happened that my ninjutsu talent was not bad, so instead of dying in countless battles, I gradually became a little bit stronger.With warm clothes and full meals, my life seems to have turned around.And, to my surprise, my heart wasn't numb from my previous life, like many kids were at that time - but I figured it must be me who was being called a freak.

Those memories were so deep that I couldn't sleep for a long time.I smile at everyone, because I have experienced the feeling of being abandoned, and my heart is full of deep anxiety.

Yes, I'm disturbed, very disturbed.I dreaded being found out that this always-celebrated flamboyant was nothing more than a bumbling little liar.At that time, Teacher Jiraiya was not easy. Although he was a master and apprentice, the time we met every day was actually not long.This is something that cannot be helped, although Jiraiya-sensei looks carefree, there is still an apology in his eyes.

"it does not matter,"

I like to say, "I can do it alone."

But, for some reason, I couldn't say it.Occasionally, Jiraiya-sensei would leave for a long time, and at that time, he would entrust me to other ninjas.It made me feel like I was being a liability more than once, and there were definitely some eccentrics among them.I tried my best to smile and wanted to do everything well, but many things didn't work hard enough.I can't be willful, I just feel that something unbearable is growing up day by day, which makes me almost want to scream loudly.

At this time, Teacher Jiraiya took me and knocked on a person's door.My first impression of this person is, how can someone completely blend in with this indifference?I looked into his impassive golden eyes, and found neither desire nor brilliance.

Jiraiya-sensei seemed to be very familiar with this person, and entered the door with a playful smile, acting casually as if he was at his own home. "Your long-term mission is completed? Exactly, do me a favor?"

I was pushed forward, "How about babysitting this kid for a while?"

The man glanced at him extremely coldly, which made me shiver uncontrollably when I caught sight of it.But Mr. Jiraiya seemed to be completely used to it, and didn't care about the rejection in it, and disappeared for some reason.This is completely different from the previous few serious requests. I froze on the spot because I was at a loss.

Man, I found out later that his name was Orochimaru, but he took me in and didn't get angry because of it.Maybe this guy isn't what he seems...

It was an extremely simple hut. Books and scrolls filled most of the space, and there were many papers with strange symbols scattered on the desk. Mr. Jiraiya obviously interrupted his train of thought.I kept quiet and quietly looked at the desk. The man was sitting quietly, concentrating on writing something. His cold side face was thin and pale like an engraving, and his long black hair was hanging down. I don’t know why, but it gave people a very peaceful feeling. .I just looked at him quietly like this, watching his back cast a silhouette under the light, and the uneasiness in my heart suddenly dissipated.

When I woke up, it was already the next day.There was a thin layer of quilt covering my body, and a soft mattress underneath... Did I actually fall asleep without knowing it?And it is a rare dreamless sleep.I sat up and saw the man push the door and enter, his expression was as cold and pale as ever, but he was holding a simple breakfast in his hand.I couldn't help but smile at him - silly and idiotic.

The days that followed are some of the most vivid in my memory.As long as you find out the temper of Mr. Oshemaru, you will find that this person is actually very easy to get along with.I don't know when, I started calling him "Mr. Oshemaru" and started using some little tricks that children used to - because I found that as long as I stayed by his side, my anxiety would disappear without a trace.Teacher Orochimaru never promises easily, but as long as it is a promised promise, he never violates it.This is a very peculiar person. He is so cold that he can not say a word for a day, but he can make people feel safe.Not only because of his strength, I think so from the bottom of my heart.

Perhaps this description is too strange, but in my eyes, Mr. Oshemaru seems to be silent, and the morning light with the breath of night shines in bit by bit. It is the softest and most fragile heart of a child.

I once took Mr. Orochimaru to the lake, and then asked him to pick up the fishing rod softly.Obviously such a cold person, but because of a few words from a child, he can sit by the lake for a whole day.My favorite expression isn't even Oshemaru-sensei's faint smile because of me, but his lowering his eyes to look at me, and then resignedly compromising.Of course those stupid fish don't know that much, they only know how to avoid danger intuitively, so I laughed loudly at the empty keg.

I didn't hesitate the first time I killed someone.It's not that I don't feel guilty, it's not that I don't feel...disgusting, but I understand that those are all useless. Since I chose to be a ninja and decided to survive in this troubled world, I have no right to be weak.However, when night fell, I couldn't sleep after all.Quietly walked into Teacher Orochimaru's tent, quietly lifted the quilt... I have done this before, and the result is nothing more than being thrown out mercilessly, without exception.But this time, Oshemaru-sensei seemed to be sleeping soundly... quickly got in and leaned against each other lightly, what was transmitted was the warm feeling of the skin, which seemed to isolate all pain.It's like returning to the world from hell.

Much later, I began to unearth the events of that time, just a little bit, to collect those tiny memories.Then, a smile appeared on his lips involuntarily.What exactly is Oshemaru-sensei?At the beginning, it is the place where people feel safe, then the intimacy and nostalgia become more and more heavy, and finally, it is the place of the heart that blends into the soul of life.Jun Malu's child regards him as the whole goal of his life, and Yao Shidou seems to be the most calm and rational one, maybe even crazier than Jun Malu.

Although I haven't really woken up, I am not ignorant of what happened. Teacher Oshemaru once swung a knife at the gods for me. I remember clearly what Teacher Oshemaru said to me at the end. But when I woke up, that person was gone.

There are still many things I want to say, and many things I want to do, but if you think about it carefully, what difference does it make if you say it or not?The outcome of things never changes.I can't watch the third generation of adults continue to support alone, and I can't let go of the fetters with Konoha, so I can only stay here and become the leader of a village again.I miss that person, but I don't feel urgent, because I know that one day, Mr. Oshemaru will fulfill his promise.He never misses an appointment.

I started to collect all the information about Caozhi's family, and collected the traces of Orochimaru, and then put them in a confidential place one by one, so that no second person would ever see them.

This is an S-class secret that belongs exclusively to the fourth generation of Hokage.

################################# This "... Then, your mother marries me, and I treat you as me Real kids look at it."

"So, you are not my... real father?"

Naruto lowered his head, still unable to hide his disappointment.

"Do you hate Konoha?"

Naikaze asked calmly, "Do you still want to be the leader of this village?" Naruto's eyes flashed with confusion, "But those people were all killed by Teacher Orochimaru."

He said slowly, and his tone became firmer, "I don't want to protect those few people, but this village... So, I want to be Hokage!"

Rao is a man of all kinds, but he can't help but be shaken by the firmness of this child.He opened his mouth, and was about to speak when he saw a figure fall to the ground out of thin air. "Oshemaru where are you bastard!"

The visitor was drenched all over, his hair hung down on his forehead in embarrassing strands, and his two fox ears were drooping.

"you……"

Everyone's eyes widened.

"...So it was you, I said why did I feel the breath of Orochimaru?"

Liu Dao's face turned black, "So, that guy is really gone?"

"puff!"

An abrupt laughter suddenly broke the silence, but it was Hachio who had been curled up in Naruto's sleeve.

"what happened to you?"

He swam out slowly and asked, "Tsk tsk, what a mess."

"..."

"Oshemaru, you actually let me fall into the pool in front of so many people, just wait!"

Six Paths exploded completely.Suddenly, he looked at Naruto, rolled his eyes, and said, "Young man, do you want to learn ninjutsu?"

"Huh? What ninjutsu?"

"Most, Strong, Ninja, Jutsu,"

Gritting his teeth, Liu Dao said word by word, "The art of the harem!"

Juan Nine Death Chapter - Things Are Different