People are in Naruto, I am Aizen

When Namikaze Minato was very young, he was the target of bullying.

Of course, Konoha is not a so-called utopia, there should be bullying and all kinds of hateful phenomena can be said to be everything. At that time, Namikaze Minato, who didn't like sports but liked reading, was the target of bullying by those children.

Compared with Kushina, who is a transfer student but does not give way to a woman, and has been physically integrated with others in the morning, as if she is invincible, Minato Namikaze looked at her with expectations and envy in her heart. Because he doesn't have the natural physical strength and ability of Kushina, he can only look at Kushina enviously when facing this kind of thing.

Minami Namikaze was unfortunate when he was young. Although he did not lament his fate, nor did he feel the inevitable pain or suffering, but he also knew that his situation was wrong. He wants to work hard to integrate into the village, and wants to be recognized by the village. For example, Naruto. As long as you become Hokage, you will be able to stand in front of everyone and be recognized by everyone.

It's just that I hid in a corner and thought about it. When I wrote this, a gentle voice came from beside me.

'Isn't it good to do what you like? '

'Eh? But it's different from everyone...'

'No one in this world is the same, even if they are biological brothers, they are two different people. '

Under Namikaze Minato's surprised gaze, a gentle-faced boy who looked a few years older than him was standing in front of Namikaze Minato holding a book on Chakra refining.

It was in the afternoon, and there was warm sunlight in the afternoon. The slightly harsh light was broken and colorful under the shade of the trees, but finally formed a slightly warm and broad light, which shone on the man.

And in the warm sunshine, the tall young man who seemed like the embodiment of friendliness smiled and stretched out his palm to Namikaze Minato who looked timid and unconfident. There was no discrimination or dissatisfaction on that tolerant and thick face, but only smiles and encouragement.

'I'm Soyousuke Aizen, the school librarian. Who are you? '

'Namikaze, Namikaze Minato. '

'Minato-kun? Shall we read a book together? If you are a ninja in this age group who likes books, I can still recommend a few books. '

'Then please...'

He didn't get along with Aizen Soyousuke for a long time, and even the name of Aizen Big Brother was taken by Namakaze Minato.

Because in that dark time, although Kushina was still shining in the sky, for him who had fallen into the bottom of the valley, Kushina's existence was more like that elusive brilliance.

And the palm stretched out by Aizen is the hero who really pulled him out of the abyss. Let him have self-confidence, ability, and determination. Even if he is ridiculed by others, he can bluntly contradict him. In the face of fights, he can use his abilities without shrinking his hands.

It was after that day that he became the confident and warm Minato Namaze he is today. It was Aizen who dragged him out of the abyss.

No matter how long it takes, Namikaze Minato will never forget Aizen's gentle smile and outstretched palm that day.

By the way, why do I want to think of these things?

Because Big Brother Aizen died.

He is dead.

Staring blankly at the calligraphy and painting on the table, Namikaze Minato seemed to see that gentle figure in front of him again in a hallucination.

Three days had passed since his body was found.

During these three days, the cruel autopsy, the preservation of organs, and the verification of pupils and eyeballs are all vivid in my mind.

Because he was a close person, and Aizen Soyousuke's status was extremely lofty inside Konoha, he had to watch his elder brother being dismembered, dismantled, and disintegrated into bloody pieces.

They have maintained the greatest restraint, and even Uchiha Fugaku, the preparatory patriarch of the Uchiha family who has always been friends with Aizen Soyousuke, has seen blood and tears on his face, and his pupils can't see clearly what it looks like. Waiting, expecting Hokage-sama to give an answer.

But now, three days have passed, and everyone has been waiting for a full three days in suffering. But the Third Hokage didn't mean anything.

He escaped. Just like when facing the family ninja.

Something should be done.

"Minato, it's been three days, you should eat something."

"...someone has to pay the price."

"……Watergate?"

"Jiushina, you know, someone has to pay the price."

Kneeling and sitting in front of the calligraphy and painting that Aizen assigned to him, Namikaze Minato slowly raised his head and looked at his wife.

From his wife's surprised pupils, Namikaze Minato clearly saw his current appearance.

The sunken pupils due to not sleeping for a long time, the hair that has become dry due to lack of bathing and protection, and the pupils that have fallen into numbness and pain, it seems that there is no light anymore.

This kind of gaze Namikaze Minato used to see often, it was the appearance of those who heard the news after hearing that their close friends or relatives and loved ones had died. Namikaze Minato once thought that if he aspired to become Hokage, he would never fall into this abyss of hatred no matter what.

But now, he was wrong.

Big mistake.

"Three days have passed, and the Mutual Aid Association has broken with the Konoha Elders' Association."

Looking at the haggard Kushina beside her with a somewhat broken expression, Minato Namikaze knelt in front of Aizen's copybook and said in a deep voice:

"We have decided to find the truth in our own way. We must find the truth. Big brother Aizen must not die in vain like this. I can't let big brother die in vain like this. You know, Kushina. When big brother died, I There is no turning back."

"...There are still some!"

A loud shout sounded from the courtyard of the water gate.

Listening to the familiar tone, Minato glanced at the somewhat guilty Kushina, and turned his numb gaze to the courtyard.

And in that small courtyard was sitting cross-legged a huge figure. Wearing oil lettering straps on his head, a red overcoat, and white messy hair, Hero Jiraiya was also looking resolutely into Minato's eyes.

"...It's Master Ziraiya."

"I'm here to stop you and prevent you from entering the magic path. Little water gate."

Jiraiya stepped on the clogs with his hands folded over his chest, and looked at Minakaze Minato, whose head was bowed in front of him.

"Minato, you have fallen into the abyss of suspicion. Now you can't make any rational judgments."

"...Rational judgment? What is a rational judgment? Master Jiraiya?"

Looking at Sannin in front of him, Minato Namikaze raised his head slowly, the face that should have been smiling warmly was now full of fragmented anger and sadness.

"Like Big Brother Aizen, working until midnight every day for the sake of the village, and then being nailed to death on Hokage Rock?! If this is the result of calmness, then I would rather not!"

"Minato! How can you say that!"

"Please don't stop me, Master Zilaiye. There is still a meeting to be held in the Mutual Aid Association. As an admirer of Big Brother Blue Ran, I need to attend that meeting."

"……I see."

Wearing a pair of 'oil' headbands on his forehead, Jiraiya opened his arms silently and stood in front of Namikaze Minato.

The breeze blows, and Jiraiya's red robe flutters in the wind, covering the door of Namikaze Minato's house tightly, expressing Jiraiya's determination.

There is no practical significance in doing so. The ninja only needs a treaty to climb over the wall at will. Jiraiya just used this action to express his rejection and denial of Minato's behavior.

Namikaze Minato is naturally very clear about the symbolic meaning of doing so. He silently stared at the man in front of him who was also a teacher and a father for a while, his dry cheeks trembled, and he asked in a hoarse voice:

"...Do you have to do this? Master Ziraiya?"

"Ah. Must."

Blocking the gate of Namikaze Mansion tightly, Zilai also looked at Namikaze Minato with an increasingly dangerous expression and aura in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"In order to prevent you from falling into the abyss of hatred, I must wake you up. Now you are no longer the organization that is working hard for the prosperity of Konoha, you are just a group of people who have fallen into the shadow of hatred and want to destroy All crazy ghosts."

"There are many doubts about Aizen's death, and the third generation of masters is also secretly investigating. In addition, many family ninjas have different opinions. What can you young people do? What you do will only make Aizen sad. "

"Think about what Aizen has always taught you, Minato. What he has always taught you is not to fall into the vicious circle of hatred, not to be swallowed by hatred, Minato."

Looking at the fragmented figure in front of him, Zilai also had a sincere face, begging bitterly.

However, this kind of sincere pleading got nothing but ridicule from the doctor.

"...if that's the case, that's fine."

"Varied--"

It was as if time stood still at that moment, and Namikaze Minato's body was blurred and clear, moving in front of Jiraiya in the blink of an eye.

That pretty face was full of emptiness, the chakra scalpel in the palm was aimed at Jiraiya Jingxuezhuang's acupuncture points, and he easily held the Sannin in his palm.

The defense of the static blood suit couldn't even stop Namikaze Minato's strangely structured chakra scalpel, and the almost transparent sharp weapon instantly penetrated the shield of the static blood suit and hit Jiraiya's acupoint. And beside Jiraiya, Namikaze Minato seemed to be talking in his sleep, with his eyes lowered, he said softly:

"If I'm really the kind of crazy ghost who can beat you up to relieve your anger, that's fine. Teacher Ziraiya."