naruto rebirth

I am afraid that readers will abandon the article, so the author must say some things first.There will be no harem in this book, and the tragedy of the previous life will not happen. Sometimes it is just because of the needs of the plot, so it has to create some tears.I don't want to write a pretentious novel, because it doesn't feel like Naruto, so I hope you guys can be more patient and read it carefully, thank you~

"Because you are the one I like most."

Jiraiya blocked a fatal sword for the woman he loved, and was about to die under the sword of his former friend. His mood may be very complicated.

However, can he still feel the emotion now? His heart has been completely pierced, and blood is spraying out desperately, dyeing the area around him bright red.

Tsunade's white forehead was stained with blood splattered by Jiraiya, and the military green coat on her body was also stained with bright red.

But now she doesn't care.

The Third Hokage appeared silently beside the two of them. He was old and had seen too much life and death. Many of his elders and juniors had died.

However, every time he faced such a scene, he could only respond silently.Otherwise, what to do

Do you cry uncontrollably and shed tears or gnash your teeth to avenge the dead?

He is the third generation Hokage, a dying old man. Maybe in the near future, he will also die.

"Jiraiya" He lowered his head and stared at Jiraiya's body lying on the ground with his old eyes. The position of his heart was empty, not even blood.

Is this useless disciple going to leave too?

Among the three disciples, the one he disliked the most was Jiraiya. He didn't have Orochimaru's genius or Tsunade's diligence. He was useless except for lust.

He probably didn't care that much about Jiraiya, but why did his heart feel like it was cut into pieces.

"Because, no matter what, he is your disciple."

There seemed to be a voice replying deep in his heart, and the Third Hokage's old face almost wrinkled like a dry orange peel, "Is that so? He has always been my disciple."

The Third Hokage's heart also became empty. As the leader of ninjas, he knew how to restrain his emotions.

All he can do now is stand aside and guard the two of them silently.

"Jiraiya, you have to hold on"

Tsunade's shoulder was also pierced by Orochimaru, but at this moment she ignored herself, pressed her hands together, and held up a green chakra light ball, which stayed on Jiraiya's chest.

The scene in front of me is so similar to the scene where Sue passed away. Could it be that Jiraiya will follow in Sue's footsteps?

Tsunade didn't dare to think about it anymore. She tried her best to use chakra, trying to save Jiraiya's life.

Drops of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. It was fear, fear, and lack of understanding.

Medical ninjas, when treating dying patients, not only have to be extremely focused, but also need to constantly communicate with each other so that they have the strength to continue living.

"Yes, we need to communicate with Jiraiya." Tsunade was panicking in her heart, but her hands were always steady.

Unconsciously, mist rose in her brown eyes, but she suppressed it forcefully.

"Jiraiya" she found herself trembling, and swallowed hard in her throat before recovering, "Why are you so stupid?"

"You knew that I was a medical ninja and normal attacks were useless against me, but you still rushed over stubbornly."

Her mind went blank and she couldn't remember the words she usually used to cheer up the injured. What slipped out of her mouth were the most straightforward sentences for a woman.

Jiraiya's eyes were almost closed, his eyelids were twitching, but his eyes were surprisingly bright at this moment, as if he had entered a state of reflection.

"Tsunade, I don't know why I always rush to you when I see you injured."

He coughed, and a lot of blood came out of the corner of his mouth. He looked weak and weak, "I'm just a bad old man. I don't deserve your sadness for me, so don't cry."

The chakra in Tsunade's hand surged out even more, and the mist under pressure appeared again, covering her eye masks.

"Jiraiya, don't say stupid things"

"You clearly know that I don't like it

I like you, but you are always like this"

The corner of Jiraiya's mouth curled up with a hint of self-deprecation, "Yes, Tsunade, I seem to have seen myself chasing you several times in my life, and being ruthlessly rejected by you. Now that I think about it, I feel that you are too cruel."

"Really?" There was crystal liquid hanging from the end of Tsunade's nose, but she didn't know it. "But, you know that I don't like you, but you still come for me."

"This is the helplessness of liking someone." Jiraiya stared at her with his eyes, seeming to have more energy. He wanted to express everything at the last moment.

"Although you don't like me, I also want to prove that I can do everything for you and sacrifice for you just like you like Duan."

Tsunade bit the corner of her mouth fiercely. She would listen attentively. In this life, she had never listened carefully to Jiraiya's words. Now, she must listen carefully.

Jiraiya raised his eyelids and looked at the woman he had loved all his life with deep affection, "Tsunade, do you know that I actually envy Tsunade?"

"Jiraiya, that's in the past, and there will be no resurrection. I hope you can persist." She gritted her teeth and tried to show calmness, but the woman's face had long been wrinkled in pain. .

Jiraiya interrupted her, "As a medical ninja, you should know better than me how long I can last."

In an instant, two strings of tears fell uncontrollably, like rain, all dripping on Jiraiya's body.

Jiraiya smiled, and he raised a hand with difficulty, touching Tsunade's face with a bloody hand, trying to wipe away her unstoppable warm tears.

Tsunade didn't dodge and let him put that hand on her face.

Smooth and warm, this was the first time in his life that Jiraiya touched the woman he loved.

Reluctance flashed in his eyes, "I know, Tsunade, that you want to go down and accompany them, but I hope that I can stop you with my death."

The long-buried pain in Tsunade's eyes was unreservedly revealed at this moment, "Jiraiya, now what's the point of you and I continuing to live?"

Jiraiya's eyes paused for a moment before he said, "Didn't you just ask me why I wanted to save you? I understand now."

"Why?" Tsunade looked at her intently, her heart tightening.

"Rose Tree and Broken, they are the most important people to you and you are the most important people to me. You are willing to die for them and I am willing to die for you. This is why"

Tsunade's pupils widened in vain, and her body began to shake involuntarily.

"Since I started falling in love with you, I have long regarded you as the most important person in my life."

Jiraiya looked at Tsunade infatuatedly, his eyes bursting with final determination.

Tsunade's pupils trembled violently, and Jiraiya's words seemed to pierce her heart, and tears rolled down her face.

She choked up and said: "Jiraiya, I'm just a bad woman who has rejected you countless times and I don't deserve what you do for me."

Jiraiya's determined face suddenly became relaxed, and the light in his eyes seemed to fade away in an instant, but he was still holding on.

"If I can see you cry for me once in this life, I will have no regrets even if I die."

He used the last of his strength to brush gently on Tsunade's face.

"Don't do anything stupid"

He stubbornly tried to put on a handsome smile, "Don't be sad. I don't regret it. This is the most accomplished thing I have ever done in my life."

"I have never protected anyone. I did not protect the fourth generation well. This is my biggest regret. But now I can finally protect you."

He was making his final struggle, "Promise me, Tsunade will live well and you will be the fifth Hokage. I will leave it to you in the future."

The hand that was touching the beloved suddenly became stiff, and finally fell down.

Jiraiya's whole body became cold

Tsunade stared at his figure, her brown eyes filled with endless regret.

Finally, the person who liked her in the end, who regarded her as the most important person, also left.

She also seemed to have lost her soul.