Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 507 A New Beginning of Life

The Samsara Palace on the second morning was not much different from the previous night.

The enormous, seemingly endless hall was still shrouded in a soft light, with teleportation portals silently floating, awaiting their respective missions. Before the brightest path to the human realm, a long queue still stretched out.

Tobirama Senju and Hashirama Senju stood in a corner of the main hall, quietly watching the scene unfold.

The wicked were still wailing as they were thrown into the Asura or Animal realms; those heinous souls cried and struggled before the vortex, but to no avail. The velociraptors carried out their task expressionlessly, throwing them in one after another, making them suffer ten times the pain they had inflicted on others in life.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Human Path, a group of children were still queuing up.

There was no fear on their faces, only the bewilderment and anticipation unique to facing the unknown. The dinosaurs gently stayed by their side, softly holding their little hands with their huge claws and soothing them with their deep voices.

"Don't be afraid."

"When you get there, there will be very, very good people waiting for you."

"You will have a warm home, lots of good food, and you'll never go hungry again."

The children nodded, lined up obediently, and walked step by step toward the door leading to a new life.

Hashirama Senju looked at the group of children, his eyes slightly reddening.

He knew, of course, where these children came from. For thousands of years, the ninja world had endured countless wars, famines, and disasters. Every war, every upheaval, took away countless innocent lives.

And the most heartbreaking ones are always those children who haven't had a chance to grow up yet.

And now, they finally have the chance to go back.

Return to that changed world, a world without hunger and war, a world where they can grow up safely and realize their dreams.

Hashirama took a deep breath and blinked hard.

He was filled with guilt. If he had tried harder in his life, if he had done better, perhaps there wouldn't have been so many children. Perhaps some people didn't have to die; they could have lived, they could have had their own lives.

But there are no "what ifs".

He could only stand there, watching those small figures walk through that door one by one.

"Big brother." Tobirama's voice sounded beside him, pulling him back from his reverie.

"Hmm." Hashirama responded, gathering his complex emotions and turning his gaze in another direction.

They are not here today to watch these children reincarnate.

They came looking for Naruto, for his two younger brothers.

Last night, Hashirama and Tobirama talked for a very long time.

After Banjian and Wajian fell asleep, the two brothers sat in the courtyard of the villa, looked at the moon in the sky, and talked for a long time.

They talked about the Warring States period, about their lost relatives, about Konoha afterward, and about all the things that happened in those years.

Then the conversation inevitably turned to the two younger brothers—those two tiny children who would forever remain seven or eight years old.

Hashirama really wanted them to stay. He wanted to make up for the years he had missed spending time with them; Tobirama's feelings were the same as his older brother's.

He also wanted them to stay, to be gentler with them, to let them know that his second brother actually loved them very much, and to make up for the overly strict teachings he had given them before his death.

But... they can't be that selfish.

The Warring States period has ended.

The world today is peaceful and prosperous; children are no longer forced to fight on the battlefield before the age of five. They can go to school, play, make friends, pursue their dreams, and have a complete life.

That was something that people living in flat-roofed or tiled houses had never experienced.

Hashirama and Tobirama cannot, because of their own reluctance, leave them in the world of the dead, forever trapped in this pure land, forever remaining those two little children.

They need to experience the beauty of the world, grow up, fulfill the dreams they haven't had a chance to start yet, and ideally, get married, have children, and live a happy life.

So, the two brothers discussed it all night and finally made a decision—to let Banma and Wama be reincarnated and start a new life.

However... even Hashirama Senju had selfish motives when facing his two younger brothers who died young, let alone Tobirama Senju.

So early this morning, they arrived at the Samsara Palace, waiting for Naruto to appear so they could see if they could discuss something.

Could you perhaps make the reincarnation of the board-room and tile-room people a little bit "special"?

Could we perhaps reborn them into wealthy families, so they could have a prosperous life? Or could we perhaps reborn them into ninja clans, so they could possess powerful ninja talents?

Can we make their lives a little happier, a little more peaceful, and a little smoother?

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"...Kakashi, thank you for forgiving me."

Sakumo Hatake's voice carried a sense of relief that had finally been expressed after traversing a long period of time.

They had been talking all night.

The story begins with Kakashi's life after Sakumo's death, recounting the stories, growth, joys, and sorrows of those years.

Shuo Mao listened quietly as his son recounted how he had grown from a child who had lost his father into the person he was today.

How did I meet Obito and Rin at the Ninja Academy? How did I learn from that idiot who was always late that "people who don't follow the rules are trash, but people who don't cherish their comrades are even worse than trash"?

After the battle at Kannabi Bridge, how did he accept his best friend's entrustment and continue on his journey with that Sharingan?

He honed his skills through countless missions and eventually became a Jonin instructor.

How did I end up with three disciples who were both reassuring and frustrating—Naruto, who matured too early; Sasuke, who was cold and arrogant; and Sakura, who always worked hard silently.

Shuo Mao listened very attentively and carefully.

The years he missed, the growth he couldn't participate in, all now transformed into his son's simple narration, each word falling into his heart.

In the end, Kakashi said that he no longer felt resentful about his father's suicide.

As a child, he did indeed harbor hatred. He hated his father for abandoning him, for choosing that way to end his life, and for leaving him to bear the gossip alone.

But now, he understands.

In that era, in that strictly governed ninja world, choosing comrades over missions came at a price. My father made his choice and bore the consequences.

He may have been cowardly, he may have suffered, he may have regretted it at the last moment, but he never betrayed his own heart. Therefore, Kakashi today is proud of his father who gave up his mission for his comrades.

After listening, Sakumo remained silent for a long, long time. He looked at his son, who was slightly younger than he remembered when he died—no, that's not right, Kakashi is actually older than he was when he died.

Death freezes time, while the living keep moving forward.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind, and after discussing those heavy regrets, the topic naturally shifted to a lighter one.

Things that only the living need to worry about.

"Kakashi..." Sakumo began, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "All that stuff you just mentioned... making friends, mentoring students, carrying out missions..."

He paused. "Aren't you married yet?"

Kakashi froze for a moment; he hadn't expected Sakumo to bring up this topic.

"..."

silence.

Looking at his son's suddenly frozen face, Sakumo felt a surge of complex emotions. "Is it because Mom died too young?"

"But Kakashi, I've reunited with your mother. She's doing well now, and she's been waiting for me in this afterlife."

"Are you... are you afraid of... losing someone important to you again?"

"..." Kakashi didn't answer. He sat there silently, his one exposed eye staring into the distance, lost in thought.

Sakumo's heart suddenly softened as he remembered what he had done.

When Kakashi was still a child, when he needed his father the most, he chose to end his life with that short sword because he couldn't bear the rumors.

He left all his pain, confusion, and self-blame to that little child who didn't yet understand how cruel the world was.

What right do I have to interfere in my son's life? What right do I have to demand that he settle down, start a family, get married, and have children?

"I'm sorry," Sakumo said, his voice tinged with apology. "I talked about a topic you didn't like."

"I have no right to interfere in your life... but Kakashi, living alone can be very lonely."

"If you don't have that idea for now, remember to spend more time with your friends."

In that instant, a face appeared in Kakashi's mind.

A face with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a bowl cut, and an overly enthusiastic demeanor.

That face was smiling at him, giving him a thumbs up, and shouting at a volume loud enough to drive anyone crazy, "Kakashi—! Let's have a passionate and energetic battle today—!"

Kakashi shuddered. "...I...understand."

Looking at his son's conflicted face, Shuo Mao couldn't help but laugh.

Of course he felt it.

I could sense the unease and underlying anxiety in Kakashi's heart. When a certain topic was discussed or a certain person was mentioned, my son's eyes would unconsciously drift away, and he would be momentarily distracted.

That's a reaction you only have when you have someone else on your mind; that's a state you only have when there are other people you want to see.

"Alright." Sakumo stood up, walked up to Kakashi, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I've said my piece. It's time for you to go and talk to your deceased friends."

He looked into Kakashi's eyes, those exposed eyes that were now slightly red. "...They must be waiting for you too."

"Go."

"I'll talk to you again after you've finished talking."

"We still have plenty of time."