[Hokage] Don't let go

With the wind and clouds in ruins, the scythe of death took Asma away.

The showers were coming quickly, and the sky was also gloomy because of his departure.

Nara Shikamaru never thought that the teacher would die like this.

He taught him the meaning of jade, but the young man has not really comprehended it yet.

The dull pain in my heart makes everything gray.

At the end of the poppy is his standing still.

That good old smoker never came back.

After the cigarette butt falls off, the choking and unpleasant smoke is no more.

For the first time, the boy truly realized what death is.

The utopia in my heart was shattered. It turns out that not everyone in this world can live ideally, and they are lucky enough to avoid death.

In Konoha Village, Nara Yue came to the training ground with a paper windmill, hoping to give Naruto Uzumaki some inspiration.

When the wind was blowing, Kakashi Hatake leaned against the stake and read his favorite book.

Maybe they were too noisy when they were young, so Hatake Kakashi couldn't read a word.

"Windmill... Windmill..." Naruto Uzumaki thought while watching.

Nara Tsuki held the paper pinwheel aloft, letting it spin continuously in her hand.

"Kakashi." A ninja suddenly appeared in the practice field.

The words spoken next will make the pinwheel fall to the grass.

"Asuma Sarutobi died in the line of duty..."

On the day of the funeral, dark clouds floated over the originally clear Konoha.

Nara Shikamaru did not attend the funeral, and lay alone against the eaves somewhere, fiddling with the lighter with his thumb.

The emaciated body was wrapped in a velvet black cloth, and the position of the heart became more and more painful as time passed.

He is like a lost fawn, lost in the woods where he lives.

Nara Tsuki saw Nara Shikamaru's figure through Asuka's eyes.

She experienced the pain of losing her teacher earlier than he did.

"Shikamaru." Narazuki appeared beside him.

Nara Shikamaru looked sideways, with a normal expression: "You are here."

"Ah."

The siblings were lying together against the eaves, neither of them spoke.

After a while, Nara Yue spoke: "When will we do it?"

Nara Shikamaru's eyes turned cold, but his heart was still brewing.

Nara Yue stopped talking, she thought, she needs to give him time.

That night, at Nara's house, father and son played a game of chess.

The sound of falling son kept ringing.

The lights flickered on and off, and shadows floated on the ground.

Nara Tsuki stood outside the door. In the yard, the water in the small pond reflected the night sky.

"Is Xiao's person very powerful?"

"Asma can't even fight, are you still going to die?"

"But, as a father, I'm very relieved."

In the room, every word that Shikahisa Nara uttered was like a sharp knife.

Nara Shikamaru's wound was broken open again and again.

His back began to bend, and his knees were raised, hiding his angry face.

"But Asma is dead."

This sentence aroused all the anger of the young man.

He who has always been sensible and good-natured, began to act presumptuously for the first time.

The chessboard was overturned, the lights were turned off, and the room was completely dark.

"What are you trying to say!"

"I'm in a bad mood right now!"

"You're still talking nonsense!"

The extremely angry young man lost his usual rationality, and in his eyes that were usually devoid of murderous looks, there was a stern look in his eyes.

The moment Asma fell, he hated his own weakness to death.

Father and son, two pairs of deer eyes, looking at each other.

That night, Nara Shikahisa taught him that only by releasing his emotions can he embark on a new starting point.

The moment the door closed again, Nara Shikamaru's painful cry broke the silence.

Nara Yue had never seen him like this before, and he froze in place for a moment, instinctively wanting to go in, but was stopped by his father.

She stood quietly outside the door, listening to her brother's crying, from strong to weak, and gradually became silent.

She recalled three years ago, the pain in the blast class, and the warm blood of her teacher.

The corners of the eyes are foggy, the lip line is trembling, and the teeth are clenched.

She understands Nara Shikamaru's pain.

In the room, the moonlight shines through the paper window, casting a rectangular light.

And he, lying quietly in the dark, sore eyes dry.

The tears stopped, and I began to think and recall everything about Asma.

Looking slightly sideways, it is the direction of the chess pieces.

Jade General!Shocked.

After rearranging the chessboard, one person began to fight against both sides.

Horn row, speeding car, laurel horse, holding silver.

A bright mind reviews the details of the battle.

Ye Meichao, opened the door, surprised at Nara Yue who was still standing outside the door.

He smiled slightly at her, and passed her side without making a sound.

"Have you decided?"

Nara Yue looked at his back and asked.

"Ah."

"Take me."

Before Nara Shikamaru could answer, the people from Anbe appeared.

"Nara Tsuki, Master Five is calling."

Nara Shikamaru was surprised that it was Shiroi Anbe who delivered the order.

Nara Yue frowned, annoyed that the order came at the wrong time.

"Wait for me, Shikamaru!" Nara Tsuki said.

Nara Shikamaru watched her get up, with a slight smile on her lips, raised her head, and looked directly at the morning sky.

Today.......so much to do.

People on the street will inadvertently talk about Asma Sarutobi, and will show sincere pain.

"Shikamaru, do you want to act?"

Ino Yamanaka and Choji Akimichi seemed to be waiting for his command.

As the sun set, Nara Shikamaru finally mustered up the courage to face the name on the cold tombstone.

"We are going to do something reckless, but you will protect us."

Teacher Asma, in the heart of class ten, the best teacher in the world.

Nara Yue failed to participate in the tenth class's revenge plan as she wished, and she must go to the volcano mission.

"but......."

No matter what, she wants to fight again.

"No but! Xiaoyue, you are a ninja, you should understand the importance of the task. Whether life or death, or revenge, ninjas can never do whatever they want."

Senju Tsunade reprimanded her seriously for the first time.

The so-called ninja, a hundred bears become steel; the so-called ninja, the village is supreme.

Nara Tsuki lowered her eyelashes, and her slender eyelashes cast a shadow.

Tasks related to the village are more important than orders......

"Shikamaru, wait for me to come back, I will be back soon."

Before leaving, she said this to Nara Shikamaru.

But, Class Ten has already decided on the pace to move forward.

This night, Senju Tsunade stopped, and this night, Hatake Kakashi helped.

Asmaban finally took revenge.

The shrewd deer lures death into the depths of the forest.

He is well versed in all calculations, and he has achieved the desired ending.

The sharp Thunder Knife, the blood-red Sharingan.

However, the opponent has five hearts.

Even so, Hatake Kakashi still pierced through one by one.

Until the fourth...he was exhausted.

Uzumaki Naruto, who came to help, took the next blow for him, and experimented with new ninjutsu on Kakuzu.

Xiao, the undead combination, ends here.

Konoha Village, Asmaban and Kakashiban report the task results.

Suddenly, the office glass cast a shadow, which seemed to have the shape of wings.

"Crack" the window broke, and Nara Yue rushed in: "I'm back! Where are Shikamaru and the others!"

Everyone: "........"

Sensue Tsuna held his forehead: "You should take a closer look."

"Huh?" Nara Yue blinked, and then noticed the people in the office.

"Don't tell me you're done."

"But, Xiaoyue...we're really done." Uzumaki Naruto said cautiously.

Three lines slid down Nara Moon's forehead, and the crow in the sky seemed to be shouting: "Ah, ah."

"Okay, let's disband, Kakashi and Yamato stay." Senju Tsunade ordered.

Nara Yue looked at Hatake Kakashi, and found that a large piece of his mask was missing, and his vest was also missing.

"Let's go." Nara Shikamaru came over and urged her to leave.

"Shikamaru, tell me."

"Ah."

On the street, the setting sun elongated the shadows of the siblings.

It is Nara Tsuki's regret not to be able to participate in the battle.

Even so, I'm glad they came back safely.

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