Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 87 Is this my name?

In the territory of the Thousand Hands Clan, Buddha had already convened a clan-wide assembly.

Under the setting sun that day, the entire Senju tribe's territory seemed to have lost its former vitality, and the late autumn wind made people feel a little cold.

Unlike the Uchiha's indifferent reaction, the Senju clan's attitude seemed somewhat polarized... Although there was no strong opposition, it was clear to everyone that there was a discordant atmosphere in the air.

But Fujian didn't seem to care much. It seems he doesn't care much about anything other than the Uchiha clan anymore.

The return of Watama and the rescue of Itama only elicited a "It's good that you're back" from him, and his expression remained that of a "strict father."

Itama was unmoved by this; he was back, so he didn't expect his father to give him a kind look.

Even his return this time only resulted in his father's dissatisfaction with his older brother Hashirama... In the end, it all boils down to him not focusing on fighting the enemy on the battlefield, but instead trying to find an opening to save people.

hehe...

Anyway, I've already gotten over it.

Why not focus on fighting the enemy and killing more Uchiha clan members, instead of saving a useless, stupid boy? Perhaps his "value" is too low for his father.

So, Itama was then asked to return to his training. Itama simply complied, showing no intention of disobeying his father.

The good news is that his father is busy with the war against the Uchiha clan and has no time or intention to take care of him, which has allowed Itama to live a relatively comfortable life during this period.

He often took advantage of his father's absence from the clan's territory to secretly hide away and cultivate with his third brother.

While Butsuma wasn't a good father, he did manage to cultivate his fighting skills as the clan leader, and Itama still received instruction from his teacher.

And now...

"Third Brother, I'm back!"

Itama ran home excitedly and saw his third brother, Watama, already waiting for him impatiently. He immediately went up and hugged his third brother.

"Brother, let's go!" Itama grabbed his hand and walked towards the door.

"it is good!"

Watama was really looking forward to seeing what Itama would teach him today.

Yes, after Watama finishes learning intelligence analysis and various other skills, he will come back specifically to wait for Itama.

Itama never disappointed him, sharing all the knowledge, ninjutsu, and combat skills he learned during the day with his third brother.

Although some parts weren't quite right, Itama had done his best to convey every word he heard to Watama. He didn't know how to describe anything more.

So now, the two brothers' relationship has improved a lot... Although they had a good relationship before, they were definitely not as inseparable as they are now.

This is probably the only person Itama has felt comfortable being around since returning to his clan's territory...

After all, the eldest and second eldest brothers were always away from the clan territory, going on campaigns. Banjian and Wajian spent the most time together.

Moreover... they all have someone they care about, waiting to see them again one day, and they are willing to make efforts for it!

Therefore, the board room and the tile room have a lot in common and are particularly good at understanding each other's feelings.

......

However, the boy that Watama was worried about is not doing well now.

In a small ravine near the Feathered Robe Clan's territory, inside an inconspicuous wooden house, a gray-haired boy knelt sadly before the bed, tears streaming down his face.

"Grandpa, please don't die! Waaaaah, I haven't even let you enjoy life yet, waaaah..."

The boy lay by the bedside, crying loudly, clutching the old man's withered hand tightly, as if trying to grasp the soul that was about to dissipate.

If the old man hadn't suddenly suffered a relapse of his old injury, he could have stayed with Xiao Guang for a few more years... At this moment, he was lying in bed, looking exactly like a dying man.

The old man turned his head with difficulty, his cloudy eyes trying to make out the boy's face, but he could no longer see clearly...

"Xiao Guang... don't be sad... Grandpa is dying, but... cough! cough cough cough..."

The aged voice seemed to be making a final struggle, and even a cough sounded weak and feeble.

"Xiao Guang... Grandpa is sorry, there's something I've kept from you for so long... After Grandpa's passing, please don't blame Grandpa..."

"I've put your background and keepsakes... in the second drawer..."

The two sentences seemed to have been uttered with all their might; the voices were so faint that they were almost inaudible unless one listened carefully.

"My...my background? I'm an orphan that Grandpa picked up, sob sob, I only have Grandpa!" Xiao Guang didn't understand; he only knew that the most important person to him was about to leave him...

As the old man spoke, he reached out to touch the boy's cheek... but his raised hand had no strength at all.

"Don't... say that... my dear child, you are Grandpa's precious child, but... you also have your own future, you must... grow up well..."

After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes forever... His expression was peaceful, as if he were just asleep.

Although it's a bit of a shame that I didn't get to see Xiao Guang grow up, this good grandson is very filial, very cute, and I'm sure he can take good care of himself.

And she finally told the boy the secret she had kept hidden for so many years. Although it might be a little early for Xiaoguang... he had to go back to his home, back to the place that was rightfully his.

"grandfather!!!"

Xiao Guang shouted loudly, tears streaming down his face, soaking a large patch of the bed sheet. But no matter how much he shouted or shook the old man's arm, he received no response whatsoever...

......

Xiao Guang composed himself, temporarily hiding his grief, and silently held a simple yet solemn funeral for the old man, forcing back his tears.

The old man had even prepared a burial plot for himself in advance. Xiao Guang used all his strength to finally settle the old man down...

But after handling the old man's funeral arrangements, Xiao Guang had to start thinking about what to do next.

Following his grandfather's will, Xiao Guang rummaged through the drawer... It was a transparent stone, shimmering with a beautiful blue light, lying quietly in the corner of the drawer.

"What's this...?"

Xiao Guang picked it up and looked at it with some confusion. Apart from being very pretty and having some patterns he had never seen before, he couldn't see anything special about it.

"Hmm... there's another piece of paper?"

Xiao Guang picked up the piece of paper and realized that it wasn't paper at all, but a handkerchief that felt very comfortable to the touch.

"...!!"

Xiao Guang was stunned after just one glance. He could understand the words written on it, but when put together... he was completely shocked.

"Hagoromo Kouta...? Is that my real name? Hagoromo... Hagoromo?"

Xiao Guang confirmed with disbelief that the two characters were indeed "Yu Yi" before he began to understand the meaning behind the surname.

Moreover, this stone seems to represent something rather unusual...

Xiao Guang continued reading, but the implication was that the stone was very important, a kind of token, and that if he took the stone to the Feathered Clan, he would gain their recognition... but after that, it was never mentioned again.

Sitting dejectedly on the ground, Xiao Guang still couldn't believe that he was a long-lost orphan of the Feather Robe Clan... Why was he found by his grandfather in the first place? And why...?

Did my parents abandon me?

He knew nothing of any of this. His grandfather was his everything, but now the old man was gone forever. His only choices, besides living alone, were to return to the Feathered Robe Clan and undergo that so-called ancestral recognition ceremony...

"What...should I do...?"

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness welled up in the boy. The uncertainty of the future, coupled with his naiveté and inexperience, left him completely at a loss...

......

Xiao Guang sat quietly by himself for several hours before he finally began to understand...

"I...I want to see him..."

The longing for someone in his heart allowed him to temporarily overcome his fears. So what if he was Hagoromo? Hikaru didn't believe it... he didn't believe that the time he spent with Watamaru and the feelings he had for him were a lie.

Should he wait where he was? Hikaru knew that Watama would likely never come looking for him again; he'd lost an arm, and his future as a ninja was... over.

"This time it's my turn! I'm going to come to you! Not as a member of the Feathered Clan, but simply as Hikari!"

Having made up his mind, Xiao Guang embarked on his journey to the Feathered Robe Clan's territory. No matter what, he needed to become stronger! Only then would he have the most basic qualification to find the person he loved.

Instead of waiting in place, it's better to actively seek it out...