Chapter 232 “So you can feel it too, Kakashi.” # (Ch 232)

The camera returns to the south.

The reinforcements have not arrived yet, but Shukaku’s Tailed Beast Ball is almost ready, and the surroundings have fallen into deathly silence.

The setting sun dragged the sunset glow and gradually sank into the ground. The afterglow was reflected in Naraku’s blurry eyes, turning into dots of soft light.

The ensemble of flute and piano flows quietly, like wind and rain, as if expressing the longing engraved in the bones.

As the angle changed, the camera was blocked by Inuzuka Tsume’s back and turned black. After going around from the other side, it suddenly arrived at the Konoha-Iwagakure front line.

Dusk spread from the western horizon, and the clouds in the sky seemed to have experienced a grand burning, with flames soaking half of the sky.

Kakashi stood on a branch that stretched across the sky at the top of a giant tree, staring at the sunset. The warm glow of the sunset fell on his short silver hair, reflecting fine golden light.

The pottery shard on his chest was shaken slightly by the wind, and every scratch on it was filled with the sunset.

Two people, thousands of miles apart, are looking at the same sun at this moment.

[BGM What are you doing?!]

[The sun has set, and the flowers are falling]

[Oh my god… Kakashi is also watching the sunset… (ㄒoㄒ)]

[I have felt the evening breeze that you have felt, so can we be considered to be hugging each other?]

[Kakashi must have sensed something.]

[They didn’t even see each other for the last time…]

[Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow (spiral crying.jpg)]

[Stabbing a knife into Kanai-san’s heart…]

[I can’t breathe because of crying so hard oooooooooooooo]

——

“He’s really watching.”

Naraku stared at the screen, feeling as if there were weeds breaking through the ground in his chest, growing rapidly until they filled his internal organs, then breaking through the constraints of flesh and blood, rushing out of his body, and winding around his limbs and bones.

The soft tentacles of the vines wrapped around his wrist, controlling his right hand to stretch forward and touch Kakashi’s flying hair on the screen with his fingertips.

“So you can feel it too.”

“Kakashi.”

——

“It’s all right now.”

In the animation, Naraku’s whispers were blown away by the night wind, and a huge and surging noise came from far away, sounding like countless people shouting.

At some point, the sound seemed to break through the barrier and suddenly became clear.

Inuzuka Tsume heard every word that came into his ears, and his eyes became hot involuntarily. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth to prevent the hot tears from falling from the corners of his eyes.

The camera zooms out, and the audience sees the Konoha ninjas coming to support in groups, pouring out from both sides of the ridge like a tide, with the fire of revenge burning in their eyes.

This fresh force rolled over the scorched earth and crashed into the hillside where the Sand Village was entrenched. For a moment, blood splattered everywhere and the sounds of killing were everywhere.

[It’s finally here, woooooooooo]

[Listen, behind you is the call of the entire Konoha Village]

[My tears burst out when I saw everyone rushing out]

[How many names of people who will never return are hidden in these cries of killing?]

[The sun has set? It doesn’t matter, our anger is the second sun]

[As long as there is such a passionate emotion, the green of Konoha will never fade]

The audience, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally saw hope, especially when they saw Shukaku and the Tailed Beast Ball being taken care of by Kushina’s chakra ray, the barrage of comments was completely in a frenzy.

[It’s Kushina! We are saved!]

[Kushina looks so handsome in her ninja vest! So heroic!]

[It’s a sure thing, this one’s a sure thing!]

[Nine-Tails: You are amazing, you are noble, you beat Shukaku and drained my chakra!]

The top of the mountain became a safe retreat. Naraku wanted Inuzuka Tsume to take out the talisman paper in his bag, but another figure with long hair and a shawl came to him and completed the operation of using the talisman to heal him.

Naraku realized who the person was and turned his head with difficulty to look at the other person, but he forgot that he couldn’t see anything clearly.

The scene flashed by a farewell letter on the coffee table and his guilty monologue.

–You must be angry, right?

But the imagined rebuke did not become reality. Instead, there was a warm, soft embrace and heartache that was about to turn into reality between words.

Drops of water fell on his face one by one, and Naraku slowly opened his eyes, as if he saw the mother he had never met.

–It turns out you won’t blame me…

–Mother……

[Mikoto must have come here]

[I will never be able to see my mother’s face clearly again.]

[The folds on the farewell letter are all the apologies I can’t express]

[It turns out that Naraku also misses his mother…]

[If Jiazi saw all this in heaven, her heart would be broken]

[People who really care about you won’t blame you, they will only worry about whether you are doing well]

[Father’s embrace is sunshine and wind, what about mother? Mother’s embrace is tears and love]

After only a brief moment of confusion, Naraku woke up from his trance.

Blood flowed out of his mouth, tainting his breath with the sweet smell of comfort and apology to Mikoto.

He tried hard not to fall asleep until Mikoto promised not to tell Kakashi everything. Only then did sleepiness overcome his wavering will, allowing this body to rest.

[When will Naraku stop blaming himself?]

[Probably until the moment of death]

[Why don’t you tell Kakashi? (╥﹏╥)]

[No no no no, how is Kakashi going to accept this when he comes back from the battlefield? (crying)]

[Kakashi will regret this for the rest of his life.]

Minato’s shadow clone came to support Kushina, and seeing the latter rubbing Shukaku on the ground, he felt as if he was not needed.

When he passed through the crowd and came to the rear of the battle line, he saw the young man hanging by a thread in Mikoto’s arms, and finally cut off the last glimmer of hope – perhaps the white Susanoo was not Naraku?

But the facts told him to stop harboring self-deceiving fantasies.

“Minato, when you get back over there,” Mikoto hesitated, but decided to respect Naraku’s wishes, “don’t tell Kakashi about this.”

“…I understand.” Minato nodded.