Chapter 178: Photo and Hope (Ch 178)

“Naraku! Kakashi! Hurry up!”

Obito stood at the school gate for a long time, and finally saw the person he was waiting for appear at the intersection. He was so anxious that he kept jumping up and waving.

Today is the graduation ceremony for Obito’s class. As one of the outstanding student representatives, he has to go on stage to receive the award.

He didn’t want to waste such a rare opportunity, so he not only reserved a seat for his grandmother in the parents’ seat, but also persuaded Naraku and Kakashi for two days to agree to come and visit.

But he still said something insincere: “Huh, you guys who graduated early have never seen a ceremony, right? I let you come back and feel what it’s like. No need to thank me.”

Naraku looked at him with an indescribable expression, always feeling that this was not the Obito he knew.

–Is it my illusion?

–Why does it seem like Obito is becoming more and more arrogant?

However, he did not say these two sentences. He and Kakashi followed Obito and took many detours to the seat that Lin had helped to reserve.

I looked to the side and saw that my old acquaintance Matt Day was also there, and his butt was not even sitting on the chair, but was two centimeters hanging in the air.

–King of Juan, you are still thinking about squatting at this time.

After saying hello and sitting down for a while, the graduation ceremony officially began.

First, the principal and teacher gave a brief speech, congratulating and encouraging the students who had successfully graduated, and told them to work hard after leaving school and not to show any sign of fatigue.

After that came the award ceremony that Obito had been longing for. Although he was standing at the side, he was still very happy and waved to Rin who was applauding in the crowd.

As for the last part of the Hokage’s speech, Naraku was too lazy to listen. He pretended to be too sleepy and fell asleep on Kakashi’s shoulder, making the other party nervously pull him home to rest.

Perhaps due to time constraints, the graduates received the class division notice before they even left school that afternoon after the ceremony.

When Obito heard his homeroom teacher, Mr. Hoshino, announce that he and Rin were in the same class, he happily jumped onto the table and cheered.

In his excitement, he didn’t care who the remaining teammate was, nor did he have time to think about why the homeroom teacher told the class jonin to ask the two of them to gather at the training ground. He quickly dragged Lin to the ground.

Then he was dumbfounded.

“K-Kakashi?!”

The white-haired boy with his arms crossed and a ninja sword on his back had been waiting here for a long time. Seeing this, he glanced at him speechlessly: “You don’t know, do you?”

Lin couldn’t help but laugh: “Obito came here before he finished listening.”

Obito would never admit that he was happy about this, and pouted: “Why is your teammate ours? Aren’t you already a Chunin?”

“According to the latest order from the Hokage, ninjas like Kakashi who don’t have fixed teammates have been reorganized.”

Minato jumped to the side of the group from nowhere, straightened up and smiled, “Hello, I am your team leader, Minato Namikaze. Please give me your guidance in the future.”

“Yes, Minato-sensei.” ×3

Even though Kakashi was used to calling him senior, he still had to follow the rules and call him teacher now that he was in someone else’s class.

“Then let’s get started without further ado, shall we?”

Minato smiled brightly and shook the two bells in his hands.

…

On the other side, Naraku, who had just returned home and was helping Mikoto take care of the child, was shaking a rattle in his hand, making Itachi giggle.

The sunlight shining on his back was so warm that it made him feel a little sleepy. His head fell involuntarily for a moment and then he suddenly woke up.

The sleepiness came and went, Naraku yawned, found a blanket and a pillow, and lay down on the tatami, hugging Itachi and quietly catching up on his sleep.

The scene Mikoto saw when she came in was two children, one big and one small, huddled together, both sleeping with their eyes closed and breathing evenly.

She picked up the camera she had just bought a few days ago from the cabinet, aimed the lens at the target with a little clumsiness, and pressed the shutter.

After a slight click, the picture was clearly imprinted on the film, becoming a tangible memory.

In fact, since she bought this camera, Mikoto has taken many photos for practice, including the flowers and plants in the garden, the sumptuous dinner on the table, the magnificent clouds covering the sky…

Without exception, Naraku’s figure appears in every one of them.

She always felt that time passed too slowly, and she couldn’t wait for the beautiful future when the little ferret grew up and the family sat together looking through photo albums.

I am also afraid that time will pass too quickly and the happy days will slip away before I can fully appreciate them.

Gently putting the camera back in place, Mikoto looked lovingly at the children who were still sleeping soundly, and complained with a smile: “Really, they will wake up and cry for hunger again.”

Then he turned around to prepare sweet snacks and specially prepared medicinal soup.

Putting all kinds of tonics and ingredients into the pot, turning on the stove, and looking at the blue flames, Mikoto kept thinking about developing the photos, wondering if she should wait until she finished taking this roll of photos before developing them.

As she thought about it, she sighed out of habit.

When will Naraku’s illness improve?

Even after two months of recuperation, Naraku’s body was inevitably much weaker than before he fell off the cliff.

He no longer had enough energy, often felt sleepy during the day, and occasionally had a cough and difficulty breathing.

But as long as he was in front of her, Naraku always concealed it well and said it was nothing when asked.

Lady Tsunade has always been troubled by this, but she can’t do anything about it. She can’t just punch him… She doesn’t know if there has been any progress from Lord Orochimaru.

…

“Fugaku, it’s time to tell the truth.”

Orochimaru was still observing the cells under the microscope while speaking. He raised his head, took the clipboard and began to write and draw on it.

The only sound in the laboratory was the rustling sound of pen tips rubbing against paper.

“According to the experimental data, Uchiha Naraku’s cells still have room for evolution, which means that there is still some form above the Mangekyō Sharingan.”

After writing the last word, Orochimaru tilted his head slightly, “Right, Fugaku? This is most likely his only chance of survival.”

Fugaku hesitated for a long time, but finally said, “Indeed, there is more. Please forgive me, I didn’t hide it on purpose, but it is highly unlikely that I can do it.”

“If you want to evolve into the Eternal Kaleidoscope, you need the Kaleidoscope of your loved ones as a sacrifice.”

“But Naraku has no brothers or sisters, his mother died early, and his father didn’t even have a magatama.”

“Oh?” Orochimaru showed a hint of a sinister smile, his eyes flashing with interest, “This is an interesting topic.”

The Uchiha bloodline is so interesting?

Sacrifice?

As the Second Hokage said, it is indeed “evil”.

“Everything depends on human effort.”

Orochimaru looked at Fugaku meaningfully and said, “I need more samples, preferably one from each form of the Sharingan.”

Compared to Danzo’s secret act of digging out eyes, Orochimaru’s righteous request for it seemed much more acceptable.

Fugaku calmed himself down and nodded in agreement: “Okay, I’ll send someone to deliver it later.”

The Uchiha clan has been passed down for thousands of years, so how could there be no surviving Sharingan in the clan? Taking out a few for experiments is not a big deal.

Moreover, Orochimaru was able to discover the secret of the Eternal Mangekyō in such a short time. This superb scientific research ability also gave him a glimmer of hope of curing Naraku.

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