People in Naruto, I'm Aizen

Chapter 81 Blocking (please order first!!!)

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

Of course, Konoha is not a so-called utopia. It can be said that there are all kinds of bullying and all kinds of hateful phenomena. At that time, Namikaze Minato, who did not like sports and instead liked reading, was the target of bullying by those children.

Compared to Kushina, who is a transfer student but is not a woman, and has been physically mingling with others since early in the morning, and seems to be invincible, Namikaze Minato looked at her and his heart was full of expectations and envy. Because he was not as natural as Kushina

With his physical strength and ability, when faced with this kind of thing, he could only look at Kushina with envy.

The young Namikaze Minato was unfortunate. Although he did not lament his fate, nor did he feel any inevitable pain or torture, he also knew that his situation was wrong. He wanted to work hard to integrate into the village, and wanted to

Become someone recognized by the village. For example, Hokage. As long as you become Hokage, you can stand in front of everyone and be recognized by everyone.

However, I was hiding in the corner thinking this, and while I was writing this, a gentle voice came from beside me.

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

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

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

Under Namikaze Minato's somewhat surprised gaze, a young man who looked a few years older than him and had a gentle face stood in front of Namikaze Minato holding a book on chakra refining techniques.

It was in the afternoon, and there was warm sunshine in the afternoon. The slightly dazzling light was broken and colorful under the shade of the trees, but in the end it formed a slightly warm and broad light, which shone on the man.

"I'm here specifically to stop you and prevent you from walking into the devil's path. Little Minato."

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

"...Someone has to pay the price."

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

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

They have maintained the greatest restraint. Even Uchiha Fugaku, the preparatory clan leader of the Uchiha family who has always been on good terms with Sosuke Aizen, has tears streaming down his face, and his pupils cannot be seen clearly. Everyone also

Waiting, hoping that Hokage-sama can give an answer.

'I am Aizen Sosuke, the school librarian. Who are you?'

Looking at the haggard Kushina beside him, with a somewhat broken expression, Namikaze Minato knelt down 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. Brother Aizen must not die in vain, and I cannot let him die in vain. You know, Kushina. When brother died, I

There is no way back.”

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

"...If that's the case, that would be great."

But now, he was wrong.

The pupils are sunken due to not sleeping for a long time, the hair has become dry due to lack of bathing and protection, and the pupils have fallen into numbness and pain and seem to have no brightness anymore.

"...It's Master Jiraiya."

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

After blocking the door of Namikaze House tightly, Jiraiya looked at Namikaze Minato who looked and had an increasingly dangerous look 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 works 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

Just all crazy ghosts."

'Minato-kun? Do you want to read a book together? If you are a ninja of this age who likes books, I can still recommend a few books.'

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

Big mistake.

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

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

Something should be done.

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

"There are many doubts about Aizen's death. The Sandaime-sama is also secretly investigating. In addition, many family ninjas have different opinions. What can you young people do? You will only make Aizen sad.

"

The time he spent with Aizen Soyousuke wasn't long, and even the name Aizen's elder brother was Namikaze Minato's own.

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

"……Watergate?"

"……I see."

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

But now, three days have passed, and everyone has been waiting in agony for three full days. But the Sandaime Hokage had no intention of expressing anything.

A powerful shout sounded from the courtyard of Minato.

Because he was a close person, and Soyousuke Aizen's status was extremely high within Konoha, he had to watch his eldest brother being dismembered, split, and disintegrated into bloody pieces.

Because Brother Aizen is dead.

'Namikaze, Namikaze Minato.'

"Ah. I must."

He is dead.

'Then I'll leave it to you...'

"Minato! How could you say that!"

And in the small courtyard, there was a huge figure sitting cross-legged. Wearing a bandana, a red coat, and white messy hair, the hero Jiraiya was looking into Minato's eyes with a determined look on his face.

.

"...There are still some!"

By the way, why do you want to think of this?

Wearing an 'oil' headband on his forehead, Jiraiya opened his arms silently and stopped in front of Namikaze Minato.

"Are you like Brother Aizen, who works until midnight every day for the sake of the village, and then is nailed to death on the Hokage Rock alive?! If this is the result of calmness, then I would rather not do it!"

He escaped. Just like when he faced the family ninja.

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

Looking at the broken figure in front of him, Jiraiya begged with sincerity on his face.

Three days had passed since his body was found.

Jiraiya crossed his arms and stood on his clogs, looking at Minato Namikaze with his head lowered in front of him.

And Aizen's outstretched palm was the hero who truly pulled him out of the abyss. It gave him confidence, ability, and determination. Even if he was laughed at, he could still speak out and fight back.

You can also use your abilities without shrinking your hands.

Listening to this familiar tone, Minato glanced at Kushina, who felt a little guilty, and then cast his numb gaze towards the courtyard.

However, this sincere plea was only met with ridicule by the doctor.

Namikaze Minato had often seen this kind of look, it was the look shown by those who heard the news after hearing that their close friends or relatives had died. Namikaze Minato once thought that if he aspired to become Hokage, no matter what,

No one will fall into this abyss of hatred.

"Please don't stop me, Master Jiraiya. The mutual aid association has a meeting to be held. As an admirer of Brother Aizen, I have to attend that meeting."

And in the warm sunshine, a tall young man who seemed to be the embodiment of friendliness smiled and extended his palm to Namikaze Minato, who looked timid and unconfident. There was no trace of discrimination or dissatisfaction on his tolerant and thick face.

Some just smile and encourage.

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

Because in that dark time, although Kushina was still shining in the sky, to him who had fallen to the bottom, Kushina's existence was more like that elusive glory.

From his wife's somewhat surprised eyes, Namikaze Minato could clearly see what he looked like now.

"Minato, you have fallen into the abyss of suspicion. You are unable to make any rational judgment now."

Naturally, Namikaze Minato was very aware of the symbolic meaning of this. He stared silently at the man in front of him who was both a teacher and father for a while, his withered cheeks trembled, and he asked in a low voice in a hoarse voice:

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

"Varied--"

It was as if time had stopped spinning at that moment, Namikaze Minato's body was blurry but clear, and moved in front of Jiraiya in the blink of an eye.

The face that could be said to be delicate was full of hollows. The chakra scalpel in the palm of his hand was aimed at the acupuncture points of Jiraiya's static blood suit, and he easily held the Sannin in his palm.

The defense of the Static Blood Suit couldn't even stop Namikaze Minato's strangely constructed chakra scalpel. The almost transparent sharp weapon instantly penetrated the shield of the Static Blood Suit and pressed against Jiraiya's big hole.

Beside Jiraiya, Namikaze Minato seemed to be talking in his sleep, with his eyes lowered, he said softly:

"It would be great if I was really the kind of crazy ghost who could beat you up to relieve your anger. Jiraiya-sensei."

(End of chapter)