Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 28 Why don't you stay?

Watama was a good boy. He struggled to move his body and knelt on the bed, bowing deeply to the old man who had risked his life to save him.

"Thank you, Grandpa, for saving me even though you knew I belong to the Senju clan..."

Seeing Wataru's pitiful state, the old man quickly reached out to support him, saying, "Oh dear, you're still so young. I don't know what those ninjas were thinking, but to Grandpa, you're still just a child."

Hikaru nodded repeatedly as he listened. Although he didn't know much about ninjas, he felt no sympathy for Watama when he saw him so badly injured.

Despite being under the "protection" of the Hagoromo clan, most of the time they were just warehouses that supplied money and provisions to those ninja clans.

“Good child, your body is in such a state, I don’t know if you…” The old man paused, and said hesitantly, “Why don’t you stay? You can keep Xiao Guang company… Those ninjas fight and kill each other, don’t make things difficult for yourself.”

"That's right, Wajian! Why don't you stay and live with me? We can go fishing and chop wood together, and go hunting in the mountains together!"

Xiao Guang's eyes were full of anticipation. If Wajian could stay with him, would he then have a brother?

Watama looked somewhat troubled. Of course, he couldn't just stay here. Since he was still alive, he had to return to the Senju clan.

He didn't understand those struggles; it wasn't about fighting for one's clan. But... he still had brothers! Brothers who were heartbroken because of him...

"I'm sorry, I can't stay here any longer... I have reasons to go back." Watama's voice was somewhat dejected, and his head was down, making it impossible to see his expression.

The old man patted the tile-roofed house on the head and let out a long sigh...

"Alright, old man, I'll try my best to get you out of the Feathered Robe Clan's territory... The rest of the journey, you'll probably have to walk on your own."

The ninjas of the Hagoromo clan aren't fools; most of the civilians living in their territory are registered. It would be difficult for the suddenly appearing tea-haired boy to conceal his origins.

If the Hagoromo clan discovers that they have hidden the Thousand Hands' offspring, the fate of the grandfather and grandson will definitely not be good.

Watama clenched his fists, feeling deeply guilty. He knew, of course, that these things were difficult, and that staying here might have helped him avoid unnecessary trouble...

But he can't.

“Wajian…”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Xiaoguang's eyes. Although he knew that Wajang might not stay here and live with him, he still found it hard to accept Wajang's plight because of his kind nature.

He didn't understand Watama's thoughts, but he wouldn't stop Watama from wanting to go home.

"Alright, kid, you should lie down first. There's nothing I can do about your arm. It's a miracle you've recovered... Just focus on healing for now! Grandpa and Xiaoguang will take care of you!"

After the old man finished speaking, he gestured towards Xiao Guang with his lip. Xiao Guang nodded, quickly ran to the side of the tiled roof to help him lie down, and then covered him with a blanket.

"Grandpa and I will go make dinner first, you wait a little longer! Oh, and if you need to pee... just call me! I'll help you!" After settling the tiled room, Xiao Guang picked up the fish basket and walked out of the room.

"Uh..."

This is definitely a problem! Although his legs aren't injured, he's having trouble even getting up right now, and he might really need Hikaru to take care of him...

Outside, the old man set up a pot and lit firewood... Xiao Guang washed the cleaned fish, threw it into the pot, quickly stir-fried it a few times, and then added water...

The fish soup was ready in no time; the pot was milky white and emitted a wonderful aroma...

......

No one knew that Watama was still alive.

Hashirama has been very depressed lately. He would stare blankly for a long time when he saw the cups, bowls, chopsticks, and clothes his younger brother had used.

Tobirama was helpless about his brother's state, but he didn't know how to comfort him... After all, he was also very sad, but he was forcing himself to endure it and trying to keep himself calm at all times.

Butsuma had always valued Tobirama's personality, seeing him as a natural-born ninja. However, only Tobirama himself truly understood the forbearance and repression he endured...

Tobirama was not an idealist. Although his talk of a "real agreement" had a somewhat idealistic flavor, he knew that talking about such things without the strength to back them up was basically just wishful thinking.

Hashirama was aware of this, so despite his usual listless lifestyle, he trained harder than anyone else.

Just like now, the afternoon training has ended, but Hashirama still hasn't prepared to go home.

This boy with short, straight hair, resembling a watermelon head, had eyes full of resentment as he punched the wooden stake again and again until his fists were covered in blood, but he refused to stop... as if he was venting his suppressed emotions.

"Hashirama-nii-san..." Itama hugged the armor he had taken off, looking at Hashirama with a worried expression, not daring to go up and stop him.

Itama didn't know how to face all this. Just like his second brother told him, there was no point in continuing the cycle of revenge. But he was really sad. His third brother, Watama, who was always smiling, cheerful, and had a great personality... was really gone forever.

"Let's go, let's give our brother some peace and quiet..."

Tobirama walked over and put his arm around Itama's shoulder, his grip a little tight, as if he were afraid that his younger brother would also leave him.

"Second Brother..."

Itama looked up at his second brother, and sure enough... his second brother felt the same way.

"The only way we can eliminate all the hatred and karma is to keep getting stronger until we are strong enough that no one can ignore us."

Tobirama seemed to be speaking to Itama, yet also to himself...

The Uchiha clan, the Hagoromo clan... They killed their own brother. Even if they don't seek revenge, they need to have enough power to stop it all!

Some ideas he had previously formed gradually began to take shape in his mind. Being a thoughtful person, he would not put his energy into these basic training methods. He needed some targeted ninjutsu to deal with the Sharingan of the Uchiha clan.

At least, when facing that blood-red cursed eye again, I won't be too passive...

"Let's go back, Mother is waiting for us at home for dinner..."

Tobirama took Itama's hand and left the training ground without looking back.

That's just his personality; he's prone to melancholy and a bit naive. But he knows his older brother isn't someone who's easily defeated by setbacks, and he believes his brother will grow stronger from this...

The potential of the Mori clan is definitely no less than that of the Uchiha clan.