Konoha's twelfth year, December 30th.
Obviously the next day will be the New Year's Day, but Konoha is shrouded in a sad atmosphere, and even the sky is gloomy.
Because of this day, Konoha Village held the funeral of the original Hokage Senjuzuma.
The funeral arrangement is not complicated. In the open space of the Konoha Cemetery, a row of tables were placed with some white flowers and some white cloths. A black-and-white photo of the pillars hung behind the table, making the environment a little quiet.
Masahiko was dressed in black and stood among the villagers and ninjas who came to express their condolences. There was no such thing as Mito or Konoha's four elders standing in the front row.
Ahead, Fei Jian presided over the funeral of Zhu Jian himself, and was reading the life introduction of Zhu Jian.
Beside, there were bursts of sobbing, Masahiko took a closer look, and it turned out that they were the two girls who discussed how many years the pillars could protect Konoha during Kenji's wedding.
The content of the discussion at the time was still vivid, and he sighed, "I let you down, the pillars still haven't survived me..."
The surrounding crowd began to surging. Masahiko regained his suspicion and found that the speech in the front door had ended. The crowd lined up and moved forward little by little to offer a white flower to the pillar.
Masahiko shook his head and walked to the door.
"In the interim, did you secretly cry?"
There was a moment of silence and shook his head.
Masahiko sighed, "Your eldest brother is right, you are really bad at lying."
After saying this, Masahiko also took a white flower and walked under the black and white photo between the pillars. I scratched my head, "Why didn't I find out where there are cameras in this world... It would be better if there were cameras, I really want to record it and show it to you later, my funeral must be very happy..."
It was Jing Hitomi who was putting flowers on the side. Looking at Masahiko, his eye circles were red.
"Teacher, are you... leaving us too?"
Masahiko reacted at once, his face blackened, "I didn't mean to take it down and show him..." After thinking about it, he couldn't explain it clearly, then turned his head and left.
After taking two steps, he turned to look at Jing Hitomi, "After today, I will go out for a while to get better around this ninja world, and tell Nanako and Yoriko not to miss me..."
After saying this, he found Jing Tong's eye sockets were redder, and he was about to burst out. Masahiko sighed, never daring to stay again.
Walking back, I found the familiar group of six among the people in the queue. Six disciples in Zhujian and Feijian.
"These six people are already 21 years old...then will be their era." Masahiko murmured. "I remember in the original book, after the Zhongnin exam, Rizhan also had such a funeral... But now, I'm afraid you won't have this opportunity. I don't know if you are happy or regretful."
When he came to Mito and looked at Mito with a sad face, Masahiko didn't know how to comfort him.
The face of the girl who has not changed for 30 years brought Masahiko's thoughts back to the sentimental Mito to marry the Senju clan, the shy-faced teenager, the watermelon head protruding from behind the clan... The past is played back like a movie.
"Second grandfather, let's go..." The voice in the door interrupted Masahiko's thoughts, and he realized that it had been more than an hour for his memory, the funeral was over, and the crowd had dispersed.
"When I get older, there are so many memories..."
Looking around, only Kenji and Mito remained at the scene. As for Kenji and his wife, they had already gone back with the crying little Tsunade.
Masahiko was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head, "I won't go back."
Faijian and Mito were puzzled, Masahiko continued to explain, "Tomorrow I will be 81 years old. I have lived for so many years. I have only been to the Kingdom of Wind for half a month. I feel that I have failed..."
"I am going to hide my name and go to other countries to get a taste of the whole world of ninjas."
Before he waited to speak, Mito took the initiative to answer, "Second grandfather, then you go early and return early... I hope I can see you again in my lifetime."
Masahiko's eyes widened, "In his lifetime? Mito, do you think Grandpa Second is willing to leave for so long?"
"Don't worry, the Shinobi world is not peaceful now. I will go out and check the information. If there is any trouble, I will come back in time."
There was a moment of silence, and he said, "The second grandpa, you have to be careful..."
Masahiko shook his head, "The pillars and Madara are gone, no one can threaten me. What I need to worry about now is other countries... And do you think I will suffer from Grandpa Second?"
When it came to the pillars, the two stopped talking.
Masahiko quickly turned off the topic, “I’m running around in the world of ninja under an alias. Maybe I’ll meet you sometime, and I hope you will recognize me.” He said, looking towards Fei, “Maybe I will suddenly Another identity appeared in front of you and surprised you..."
He nodded, and he was puzzled, "Actually, I always wanted to ask what your age is like... If you are inconvenient, you can leave it alone."
Masahiko was silent for a moment, trying to find a reason to fool him, but Mito spoke first, and said to Feijian: "The second grandfather can live for 500 years for some reasons. As for the specific reasons, I am not sure."
Masahiko was puzzled, "Five hundred years? When will I tell you that I can live for five hundred years?"
Mito also looked surprised, "Didn't you sing like that back then?"
"I sang it?" Masahiko was puzzled at first, and then he remembered. Back then, he sang an adapted version of "Borrow from Heaven for Five Hundred Years" on the way to Send Mito to Senju...
"So, did Mito think so all these years?" Masahiko scratched his head and murmured.
"Haha..." Masahiko laughed awkwardly, "Yes, yes, but it doesn't have to be five hundred years, maybe four hundred years, maybe three hundred years... maybe tomorrow?"
The two obviously don't believe...
"Well, I can live for five hundred years, so you should treat me as a special technique..." Saying this is better than immortality, Masahiko sighed and said to himself, "Why didn't I borrow another two hundred years? Well, it's closer to normal people."
Masahiko sighed, waved his hand, went back to the whirlpool station, and simply packed his luggage. In fact, he brought some money and a few important seal scrolls. He didn't say goodbye to more people, and walked straight out of Konoha.
Ten li away from Konoha, Masahiko took a deep breath and shouted: "The world is so big, I want to see it!"
"Uh, Naruto World doesn't seem to be big. I'm afraid it won't take long to fly around, right?"
A drop of water dripped on Masahiko’s face, Masahiko looked up, it was raining...
"Look at the woolen yarn, let's find a place to hide from the rain... It was a bit unsatisfactory at the beginning of my trip..."