Chapter 68: Asura

  When I saw Aro telling Yasha to get the medicine for the children he had hurt and apologize, I knew that tonight was the night Yasha would die. Watching Aro run to the injured children's home with a bashful smile on his face, holding the medicine he got from Yasha in his arms, my mood was still a bit complicated. The relationship between Aro and Yasha is like the one between me and Xiao Mu - we are both foolish people who treat each other as real family members and unconditionally believe in each other, while Yasha and Xiao Mu cannot reveal their true selves to us for some reason, using fake faces to hurt and deceive us.

  Perhaps it's the wear and tear of time, but I've found someone I like and want to protect, and the wounds that Little Mu brought me have fully healed. Just as Yoru no Kurone said, the best medicine for healing emotional wounds is the love given by others. Although I don't quite understand what love is, being with them makes my heart feel warm and happy. Even if I see her now, I'll just smile and let it go, but I won't forgive her. However, I wish her all the best in finding someone she likes to be with. People grow by hurting or being hurt by others - this statement is absolutely true; maybe it's because of Little Mu that I've come to realize this.

  I really like Naruto~ His soul is very pure, I feel comfortable when I'm with him, and he's so cute~ Sasuke is the same way, although a bit arrogant, but just like Naruto, he's essentially a shy and timid child. I don't plan on guiding them on their path forward, let them progress at the same pace as the story, all I can do is stay by their side before I leave.

  I don't want to stop and can't stop what's happening with Yasha Maru, especially since the Fourth Wind Shadow is still keeping an eye on Iro. All I can do is watch from a distance until it's over.

  Looking at Airo knocking on one of the children's doors, maybe Airo didn't see that child seeing him and his face changed in an instant. Airo said to the child with a shy smile and apologetic tone, "Sorry earlier, it must have hurt a lot. This time, medicine for injuries... if you don't mind..."

  The child was no longer afraid of the terrifying thing, but his eyes flashed with resentment. Perhaps it was the physical pain that made the fear in his heart disappear, replaced by disgust and resentment. "Get out, monster."

  The child spat out a very hurtful remark from his mouth, and then closed the door. Iro's trembling hand dropped the paper bag on the ground, hung his head in shame and walked away towards the street.

  Although the child's words made me feel uncomfortable, I didn't want to kill him. It doesn't matter whether this passerby lives or dies. Moreover, if he were to encounter the changed Gaara, I believe he would regret it even in death.

  Continue to follow Iro, looking at his dejected expression also made me feel down a bit. Suddenly, a drunkard appeared halfway, holding a wine bottle and staggering along. This time, the sand did not protect Iro, the drunkard's wine bottle hit Iro's head, and he cursed "I said, watch where you're walking, damn kid!"

  When I turned around, the drunkard's drunkenness had clearly decreased a lot, and his face was filled with the familiar terror of Iruka "Y...you are..."

  Luoying's emotions ran out of control once again, the sand around him began to stir up and attack the drunkard. The wine bottle in the drunkard's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The air was filled with the sound of a dying man's mournful cries and the pungent smell of blood.

  Avoid the people who are attracted by the sound, and follow me from a distance after hiding (after hiding my figure). Then Iro stopped his footsteps and saw the disgusting face of Iro's father, the Fourth Hokage. Iro and his father don't look alike at all, most of Iro's genes should be from Kagirou (Iro's mother, who is very beautiful and gentle), I really doubt if Iro and he are biological relatives.

  I walked to the rooftop, and I waited downstairs for things to end. For some reason, when Iro was by my side, he would become very quiet, the one-tailed Shukaku inside him would calm down, and Iro could finally sleep.

  …………

  "Boom!" A massive explosion sounded, I knew that Nisshamaru was dead and the shy smiling me, Iruka, no longer existed. He would transform into Shura.

  The sand eye that was monitoring Iruka on the rooftop has also disappeared, has the Fourth Hokage already given up on Iruka? From now on, there will be a continuous stream of people coming to assassinate Iruka, what a ruthless father.

  "Little Ai."

  "......Kurenai, Kurenai?" Iro seemed surprised by my appearance, with streaks of fresh blood on his forehead and a bright red "Ai" character carved into it. Was it just my imagination? Earlier, I could have sworn I sensed some sort of demonic energy, but there shouldn't be any demons in the world of Konoha, right?

  "......Akane, Akane Sakura......Yagura tried to kill me...... but I ended up killing him instead......" Gaara said with a sob, perhaps Yagura was the eternal pain in Gaara's heart.

  "I love you, but if you only care about yourself and fight for your own sake, then no one will ever hurt you again." Just like I don't trust any woman other than Akane, women are all deceitful and cunning. If you believe them, you'll be deceived and get hurt.

  "......Will you stay by my side?"

  "Ah, until I leave this world." Before I go, Iroh should also be moved by Naruto, so I can rest assured, just... Sasuke.

  "Can I walk with you then?" Iruka seemed reluctant to stay here, and who could blame him? Who would want to stay in a village where everyone shunned you, feared you, and treated you like a monster? Only Naruto, that dim-witted guy.

  "Well, as long as you're still willing at that time."

  He looked at the blood on his forehead that was about to congeal and handed him a handkerchief. "Quickly wipe off the blood on your head, but it smells sweet."

  "Sweet? Mingming is as salty and smelly as iron." Iro picked up his handkerchief to wipe it, still muttering softly.