Naruto: The Byakugan is weak? I’m super strong! Chapter 116

Jiraiya stood in the wind.

His white hair fluttered.

The young man didn’t turn his head and said something out of nowhere.

“You have premature white hair.”

“Hmm.”

The two didn’t speak again.

For a long time.

Uzumaki Naruto was clashing with a Rasengan against himself who had emerged from the Myriad Mirror Technique.

Jiraiya finally spoke.

“You’ve never been surprised by my existence.”

“Why be surprised? Aren’t you right here?”

“Is that so? Actually, I’m not here, and no one would be surprised.”

Jiraiya looked at Naruto, as if watching his grandson grow step by step.

“They would, some people always care about each other.”

Kongyue felt a bit dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

“What about you?”

Jiraiya felt as if a strange emotion was emanating from Kongyue.

“I don’t know. Actually, I’ve always felt very lonely, and not many people understand.”

Kongyue extended a hand, palm open, and chuckled foolishly:

“Actually, I know someone, someone who shaped me, and he’s even lonelier than I am. If it weren’t for me, he’d probably be utterly lonely, because besides me, he’s never truly integrated into this world.”

Hinata Kongyue’s heart recalled the main body.

That.

The white-clothed young man cultivating in the secret room.

To most people, Hinata Kongyue was a member of the Hinata branch family in Konoha, an experiment of Orochimaru, and a subordinate secretly trained by Danzo.

He was a companion to many, and a powerful ninja.

But in his own eyes, the true Hinata Kongyue was the one who came to this (Otherworld).

For the extremely cautious young man who was the main body, he was the only remaining humanity in the world.

If the young man awakens and even he returns, will he be thoroughly rooted in this world, or will he have nothing?

Kongyue didn’t know, only smiling foolishly as the cool autumn wind blew.

In this world.

There were no longer many people who could harm him.

He didn’t fear the Caged Bird, didn’t fear Uchiha Madara, and even didn’t fear Otsutsuki Kaguya.

Konoha’s genin, Hinata Kongyue, could be content because he had the young man behind him, who was orchestrating the ninja world.

But what about the young man?

Which one was the real him?

Was it him when he first arrived, under the cherry blossom tree?

Or was it him when he first met Naruto, kicking stones under the streetlamp?

Or was it him laughing foolishly with his companions at the barbecue restaurant, completely lost in the moment?

Was it him who stirred up a storm, initiated the Mist Village Collapse Plan, and was no better than Orochimaru?

Was it him who hid in Kusagakure, yet controlled everything, destroyed the Uchiha clan, and created a new Akatsuki organization?

Was it him who dared to create fog, without worry, and was about to awaken to create a new system?

Kongyue didn’t understand, he didn’t understand the main body, just as the main body didn’t understand him.

After all, he was just a shadow clone, perhaps just a tool.

He was just a little luckier than a clothes rack or a lamp, that’s all.

“Young man, your heart is a bit flustered.”

Jiraiya patted him on the shoulder.

“That guy you mentioned, this old man once knew him. These past few years, he seems to have gone astray, starting to feel lost and disoriented alone.”

Orochimaru’s figure appeared in Jiraiya’s mind.

“He might be lost. He used to always know what he wanted. He said he wanted to learn all ninjutsu, that was the true ninja.”

“But when I met him once, I knew he had changed. It seemed that the bloodshed had made him choose another path.”

“Facing the same thing, for example, blood and life and death, some people will be afraid, and from then on fear blood, using other hobbies to deceive themselves. Some people will face it directly, trying to find ways to avoid death. And some people will think about how to reduce more deaths.”

Jiraiya stood in the wind, and in that instant, he seemed to see figures.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, Orochimaru, Tsunade, Namikaze Minato, Uzumaki Naruto, Hinata Kongyue.

Some were already familiar, some were meeting for the first time.

But more than that was their pursuit of different goals.

“Ero-sennin! Kongyue-nii, I understand, I understand!”

Naruto shouted loudly.

He stood under the tree.

He quickly formed hand signs.

The next second.

Many Narutos emerged from the Myriad Mirror.

“I combined this technique with the Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu!”

“You really love that technique too much!”

Jiraiya was helpless, but Kongyue couldn’t help but laugh.

Why care so much, isn’t it enough to have one technique you like?

Kongyue turned, already planning to leave.

“Kid!”

Jiraiya smiled at him.

“If you want to protect something, give it your all! Never give up halfway, after all, from the very beginning, that’s what we intended to do!”

“Never give up halfway.”

Kongyue nodded in agreement, and in an instant, left with the Body Flicker Technique.

…

In the small courtyard.

Hinata Kongyue lay on the veranda, arms pillowing his head, enjoying the cool breeze.

The phoenix bamboo swayed, making a clinking sound.

The sunny doll occasionally turned to smile foolishly at Kongyue.

Everything here was quite beautiful.

From the very beginning.

If Hinata Kongyue was just an ordinary person, it would have been fine like this.

What Otsutsuki Kaguya, what Otsutsuki Isshiki, what Otsutsuki God.

Leave it to Naruto, Sasuke, Boruto, Sarada.

He wouldn’t have to do anything, just be a grand-uncle here.

Be an ordinary Chunin of the branch family.

But, the wind.

It never asks anyone’s thoughts.

Just that moment of encounter can quietly change many things.

The courtyard gate was gently knocked.

A soft voice came.

“Kongyue-kun.”

“Hinata? Please come in.”

The door was carefully pushed open.

Hinata Hinata walked in, carrying a box of sweets.

When she saw him, she smiled foolishly.

“Kongyue-kun, these are sweets I made myself. Tomorrow is the final, and your opponent is Neji-nii, so you must be a hundred times more careful.”

“Hmm, I will respect every opponent.”

Kongyue picked up a daifuku and put it in his mouth; it tasted very good.

“Hinata, what I said that day was a bit harsh.”

“Hmm?”

Hinata Hinata looked up and smiled foolishly.

“Father said that was the perfect form of Rotation. If you are willing, you shouldn’t give it to the main family for free, but he will offer appropriate compensation in return.”

“Okay.”

Kongyue continued to eat the daifuku, his heart seemed unable to settle.

The wind was no longer cool.

The season for autumn leaves to fall was very much like the beginning of spring.

Leaving this world like this, he felt a bit unwilling.

Should he talk to the main body?

Staying might not be impossible.

Every clone has a different life.

“Kongyue-kun, what are you thinking about?”

“Thinking about a scene.”

“Hmm? Is it a scene of fighting an enemy?”

Hinata looked at Kongyue curiously, truly a combat genius.

“Not an enemy.”

“By the way, the daifuku is delicious.”

Kongyue chuckled.

“Mmm.”

Hinata swung her little legs, looking at the washbasin in the courtyard.

The water must be very cold.

…

The next day.

The sky was bright.

Hinata Kongyue walked out of the small courtyard, carefully closing the gate.

A corner of the street.

Leaves fell from the cherry blossom tree.

What you want to protect, you must not give up on halfway.

So.

When did the idea of changing this world arise, and why did he have to save everything himself?

Probably the moment he woke up under the tree and met the girl’s gaze.