Chapter 427 The World Becomes Clear Again

"That Kyuubi beast!"

Jiraiya had already understood the situation, and at this time he had already placed the blame on Kyuubi, who suddenly went berserk.

Upon hearing this, Naruto reacted in a daze and immediately said: "That's not it! It's..."

Kyuubi was clearly responding to him, or helping him.

Naruto understood this very well. If he was really wrong, it was himself.

It’s your decision to do this! Because he had to do something! Otherwise, grandpa will definitely leave him! But now it seems that even if he did something, grandpa seems to have left him.

Just when Naruto was about to explain something.

Two cold fingers immediately touched his lips.

It's Orochimaru.

Orochimaru whispered to Naruto softly.

In Orochimaru's opinion, it was just right to put the blame on Kyuubi, and Naruto didn't have to rush to take the blame. All the faults had nothing to do with him.

Naruto was stunned. He leaned back and avoided Uncle Godai's fingers.

"I am Naruto!" He covered his chest with his hands and was about to declare loudly that one person should do the work and the other should bear the responsibility.

suddenly.

There was a thumping sound from somewhere.

Jiraiya couldn't help but look over, and was suddenly so frightened that snot came out of his nose, and he couldn't help shouting: "Oh my god! It's a fake corpse!"

The others looked quickly and saw the almost lifeless 'corpse' floating in it, and knocked on the glass wall with some difficulty.

Not long after, the third generation came out lifelessly, wearing the Chinese training clothes he usually wore... He didn't import them from another world. This world actually had Chinese training clothes, and Konoha happened to have them. It was really amazing.

At this time, Tsunade looked at him with a strange expression, and then she was a little confused and asked carefully: "Old man, are you alive or dead?"

In Tsunade's opinion, the third generation had no breath of life at all.

The Sandaime looked at Tsunade.

The way he turned his head was a little stiff, and his eyes were as dull as a dead person's, which made people feel weird.

He also spoke, his voice seemed a little dry and rough, and a little labored.

"It's almost dead. It retains a little bit of vitality. It's very restrained... It's like a dead body crawling up."

"…let me check it out."

The third generation nodded laboriously.

Quickly, Tsunade checked.

Sure enough, it is no different from death. The body functions are not functioning, the brain is not active at all, and the whole body is gradually becoming rigid. It can be said that it is really dead.

In this case, he can still move.

It's like a dead body coming back to life.

"Old man, if you continue like this." Tsunade said with a frown: "Your body will rot. How about we soak you in antiseptic fluid...Okay, or keep the remaining consciousness and find a way to seal it." A god, let you become a god."

The third generation shook his head.

"Need not."

"Do you really want this rottenness to disappear completely?"

"I will die and live...Thanks to Naruto, I was addicted to...that state. If Naruto hadn't woken me up...I really wouldn't have woken up. Now, I have to do one thing."

"What's going on? Do you need my help?"

The third generation shook his head.

"Give me a quiet...place, and I'll be...energized again."

"grandfather…"

Naruto called out and walked over.

The third generation raised his hand, a somewhat stiff hand, and stroked Naruto's head.

"Give me one night. If tomorrow morning, when the sun rises... I don't move, it means that God is not false to me, but I have no regrets..."

"Teacher, what's the quiet place you're talking about?" Orochimaru asked softly.

The third generation looked at him.

"Shadow Rock."

Soon, Sandai was brought here on Shadow Rock, and he sat down cross-legged.

Naruto was here too, sitting cross-legged next to his grandfather. I looked at my grandpa and thought about it for a while. He didn't say anything. He just sat quietly, looked at my grandpa, and then looked at the scenery in front of me, where Konoha was being rebuilt.

The wind blew over and it was a bit cold.

Naruto leaned towards his grandfather, trying to shield him from the wind.

Even though his body is small.

The third generation also looked in front of him quietly.

The lack of luster in his eyes also became increasingly lacking. Originally, there was only a blur in front of his eyes, but now, everything in front of him became more blurry and dimmer...

The clock is ticking.

The sky was dark, and of course Konoha was very bright at night, but now, he could no longer see the light, feel the surrounding temperature, and had no touch.

Nothing is left.

Only consciousness in the body has the last bit of clarity.

He sat motionless on the cliff.

Naruto looked at him quietly, it was obviously a lifeless stiffness, without any breath of life.

Naruto really understood a lot of things at this time.

But he wanted to be stronger, at least in front of his grandfather...

Time is still passing.

In the first half of the night, there was still some noise in Konoha's night market.

In the second half of the night, it became calmer and quieter.

Gradually, the lights became less and less, and the night became darker and darker, and as time passed, the darker night became faintly brighter.

Until then, the sky had a dark brightness.

Then in the dim brightness, a kind of reflected darkness suddenly appeared. It turned out that there was a little fish belly white on the horizon.

The whiteness of the fish belly spread little by little, and finally, a little light rose in the sky. Something rose at this moment.

At this time, the city had begun to exude a sense of vitality and became lively.

The whole world seemed to wake up.

Unknowingly, Naruto, who had fallen asleep while sitting, woke up with a jolt.

Quickly, he looked at the rising sun.

Then he turned his head and looked at Grandpa, who was sitting beside him and seemed to be motionless.

Still the same attitude as yesterday.

Naruto's last glimmer of hope almost sank to the bottom, but he still held on to his last bit of expectation and asked carefully: "Grandpa?"

For a long time, there was no response.

Naruto lowered his head.

Something hit my numb leg.

But it can no longer be seen clearly.

Just when he wanted to throw his head back and cry with complete abandon.

Suddenly, he who had just raised his head was stunned.

An ugly wrinkled, cold and stiff hand covered his head.

"By grace (Naruto)."

The sound was not very clear, as if it was being forced out of the throat.

"Er, eh, pinch Lu, eh, eh, Nian (Grandpa will continue to practice boxing with you)."

"..."

It took a while for Naruto to realize something.

He nodded heavily, quickly raised his hand to wipe away the tears and snot, and showed a bright smile to his grandfather.

On his head, patted and rubbed.

The third generation looked at the vibrant Konoha in front of him and the sun rising in the sky.

Everything is hazy.

Gradually it became clear.