Chapter 1 Nightmare

The stars were sparse in the sky, and a bright white moon hung high. The watery moonlight penetrates the thin flowing clouds and shines on the earth.

Between the endless forest sea on the earth, a white jade belt flows quietly. It flows past a village built on a mountain. Three slightly old-fashioned and solemn heads looked at the village at the foot of the mountain.

In the village, there are two sides of a retro Tang-style street paved with long strips of stone. A few scattered shops have not yet closed, with lights shining through the doors and windows, and occasionally a few muffled shouts containing drunkenness can be heard.

In a remote place far away from the market, behind the deep woods, there is an old-style elegant Japanese-style mansion consisting of three rooms, surrounded by a fence wrapped with vines.

On the top of two slopes, built on a hanging mountain, bathed in moonlight, it is elegant and peaceful.

The breeze caressed me gently, the wind chimes swayed, and the sound was soft...

The soft evening breeze floated by, rippling along with the sound of wind chimes, intoxicating the night. The silver moonlight streamed down the wooden corridor, passed through the window and shone into the bedroom.

On the small bed in the bedroom, a small figure was lying. The quilt that was supposed to cover her body was kicked aside. If you look carefully, you can see that this is a pretty cute little face with a little baby fat.

From the constantly trembling eyelids and the kicked-off quilt, we could tell that he was not sleeping peacefully.

"ah……"

A horrified roar came from inside the room. Almost at the same time, there were also thump, thump, thump footsteps and the sound of the door opening.

"Toshiro! Are you okay..."

After hearing the sound, the person who walked into the room immediately was a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old!

At this time, he was holding the little figure on the bed in his arms, with one hand around his head and the other on his back, patting him gently, as if he was coaxing a child.

"I'm fine, Sister Meixiang!"

Being held in someone's arms like a child, even though this person is a very kind and beautiful girl. But as a man whose mental age is already over thirty, he still feels inexplicably "shy"!

Ignoring the struggle of the toddler in her arms, the girl rested her chin on the child's forehead. One hand tightened the moving body in her arms, hugging him tighter, and the other hand continued to pat the toddler's back. As if this could alleviate the fear and panic of the young child in his arms.

"Did you have another nightmare?"

"Um……"

After several struggles to no avail, the child had no choice but to give up. The smell wafted from the girl's body, mixed with shower gel and the body fragrance unique to this age. At this time, the child named "Toshiro" was confused by the dream just now. , and the nervous mood is slowly calming down.

Seeing that the child in his arms calmed down, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt a sense of pity.

The child in her arms is the product of the eldest sister and the elite of the clan, and should have grown up under the care of her parents. But four years ago, less than half a year after my sister was pregnant, her brother-in-law died in a mission.

My sister became seriously ill after giving birth to her child, and she became even more depressed the following time. Finally, he passed away sadly when the child was just four years old. This made many elders in the clan sigh, sighing that maybe this is the fate of ninjas.

"I'm really fine, Sister Meixiang. I don't even remember the dream I just had!"

Seeing that the child didn't look like he was lying, the girl put the child back on the bed and helped cover him with the quilt again. And showed a gentle smile to the child.

"Then Toshiro, do you need my sister to sleep with you? If my sister is here, I believe Toshiro will never have nightmares again!"

"No need, Sister Meixiang! I'm really fine! I can't remember the dream I just had!"

After hearing this answer, look at the dark eyes of the young child. The girl then turned around with confidence and slowly exited the room.

As the girl turned around, the family pattern on the back of the girl's coat was revealed to the child's eyes.

"It's Uchiha!" He sighed softly in his heart. With the sound of the door closing, the bedroom fell into silence, and the young child's thoughts gradually began to wander.

As a modern man over thirty years old, he crossed the single-plank bridge with great difficulty. When I was in my early 20s, I left the ivory tower and entered the society. The experience can be said to be quite good.

I have just entered the golden years of my life, and when I am preparing to make great achievements, I inadvertently enter this strange and familiar world again.

"Naruto" was an anime that lasted through his youth, and he was still deeply impressed by it.

But what’s with the name “Toshiro”? Shouldn't it be a character from "Death" next door? Why did you come to Hokage? The most important thing is the dangerous surname "Uchiha".

Thinking about the dream just now, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. How could I forget! He was deeply impressed by that figure, and he was just comforting him.

A white figure high in the sky formed a seal with both hands facing the full moon. The corners of his mouth formed an exaggerated arc, as if he was laughing heartily to fulfill his dream of many years, and also seemed to feel compassion for having cut off all the causes and conditions in the world.

"Light up the world, infinite Tsukuyomi!"

It's true that the nightmare I just had was the scene of Madara using "Infinite Tsukuyomi" during the Fourth Ninja War.

What I dreamed about yesterday was a guy with orange hair, floating above the village, muttering something like, "How many floors does a bag of rice have to carry! A bag of rice has to carry two floors!"

The day before yesterday, I dreamed of a little man wearing an ANBU uniform and carrying a knife on his back, squatting on a telephone pole at the intersection in front of his house.

"Hey! I can't live this life!" He sighed silently again, and the four-year-old boy named "Uchiha Toshiro" didn't know what to do for a while.

"I just hope that as memories merge, this kind of dream that pops up from time to time will slowly disappear!"

There seems to be something wrong with this time travel! Others who travel through time are either golden fingers or portable grandfathers, or they have various systems around them.

Why is there nothing left when we get to him? I'm afraid I'm wearing a fake outfit, or maybe I'm wearing the wrong one on the set!

He is not the holder of the most powerful ice Zanpakutō among the "Death Gods". Why did I end up in "Naruto", and it was a "Uchiha" setting where almost everyone received lunch boxes before the game started.

"Hey! Now that it's here, let's make peace with it. We can only take one step at a time and see what happens next."

As my thoughts continued to spread, it didn't take long before I slowly fell into sleep. I just hope I won't have that kind of nightmare again!