(BGM: Mourning と Sadness - Toshiro Masuda)

Soon, Yukizuki returned to the vicinity of the arena with Kakashi and Akai.

For the corpses everywhere and the bloodstains in his eyes, his expression did not change much.

After all, this is a war between countries, and such a tragic scene is normal.

Whew!

Seeing that Kakashi and Akai jumped directly onto the roof, Snow God Moon also quickly followed.

Click.

He soon came to the eaves of the tree, where the branches were in shambles.

However, when he saw the scene on the eaves, even in his state of mind, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Snow God Moon didn't even pay much attention to the dozens of elite shinobi around him, even though their eyes were all tinged with strange colors when they looked at him.

He just cast his gaze to the center of the crowd, the figure lying on the ground, and his eyes couldn't help but tremble.

Just a few days ago, this old man said that he would protect the village for another five years, but now... But he lay here weakly, covered in blood.

"You... Come... Finish... Ahh

The three generations seemed to hear some movement, their eyelids trembled slightly, and they struggled to open a gap, and finally saw the familiar figure of the young man in the trench coat.

It's this little guy who, in this Konoha crisis, killed the giant python, fought one tail, and turned the tide twice...

also let yourself know that this last big gamble is not lost in the end!

The corners of his mouth moved, outlining an ugly smile: "Old... Old man... Can't be realized... With your... It's a five-year appointment..."

The old man's kind words made Xue Shenyue's nose sour inexplicably, he hurriedly squatted down, shook his head again and again, and said, "Don't say that, you will definitely be fine..."

The three generations couldn't help but close their eyes, but they opened them with difficulty: "People are going to die... I'm ready for this day... I summoned you here to take advantage of the strength you still have, and finally as the Hokage... Announcing one thing..."

Dozens of elite shinobi such as Kakashi Akai surrounded them and squatted down on one knee around the three generations.

The Hokage is twilight, but his prestige is undiminished.

"I'm an ape flying sun... In the name of the three generations of Hokage... Awarded to Konoha Shinoshiki God Moon... Special Shinobi Title..."

Boom!

As he spoke, a white mist flashed in his old right hand, and a white scroll appeared, but there was a dazzling fire word on it.

He handed it over with a slight tremble: "I should have asked again in five years... But now, that's all I can say... You... Do you dare to take it..."

The snow god Yue looked at the huge fire word with a twinkle in his eyes, and he immediately understood that this was not a simple scroll.

And the shocked looks of all the surrounding elites also proved their judgment.

Everyone looked at each other, because this was clearly the Hokage's Codex, a handbook that should be handed over by the Hokage from generation to generation.

Although there is no earth-shattering ninjutsu in it, there are Konoha confidential documents, which are things that only the Hokage is qualified to keep.

Don't... Three generations of Hokage... I actually want to pass on the position of Hokage to Snow God Tsuki... A child who has just turned thirteen? It's absolutely impossible...

Just when everyone's minds were in turmoil, Snow Shenyue decisively reached out and grabbed the scroll, revealing a confident and flamboyant smile: "Why don't you dare!" ”

"Good!"

The dying three generations suddenly burst into flames and let out a loud shout.

Everyone was startled and looked up, only to find that the faces of the three generations suddenly turned rosy, but no one showed excitement, but even more gloomy, because they all knew that this was the last return to the light before death...

The third generation slowly glanced at everyone present, and said in a deep voice: "I know what you guys are thinking... But I didn't immediately pass on his thoughts ... There's something I left for him in this codex, and it's also a prize for the first place in the middle ninja exam this time..."

He paused, and then said: "In addition, you are all my descendants, I don't ask you to obey him in the future, it is up to him to fight for it... However, at that critical moment, I hope that you will be able to see the old man's face and help him... From then on, he was... Konoha ... The Light! ”

Kakashi, Akai, Sunset Red, and the older generation of Pig Deer Butterfly and all the other elite shinobi looked at each other silently, and then lowered their heads and said in unison: "Yes!" ”

They all obviously understood what the so-called critical moment was, since the Hokage's Codex had been passed to Snow God Tsuki, then one day, this young man would embark on the road of competing for the position of Hokage, and their support would most likely turn the tables at the last moment.

Kakashi swept around, reassuring a little.

Fortunately, the people present are all the Hokage's absolute descendants, and the news should not be leaked.

Snow God Moon clenched the scroll in her hand tightly, and then watched as the faces of the three generations who said these words suddenly turned gray.

"Hokage-sama...," he couldn't help but call.

Miyo didn't open his eyes again, and a muttered voice came out of his dry mouth: "So many years of Hokage seat... Finally... Unloaded..."

A warm smile slowly appeared on his face: "Decades of life... Until this moment... Still have no regrets... The only regret... You just can't see Konoha under you... Blooming unmatched... Brilliance..."

The old man's hand slowly relaxed, and the old cheek slowly fell to the side...

"Yes... You will see the splendor of Konoha ... I promise..."

Snow God Moon silently clenched the scroll in her hand, her eyes reflecting the fire word, shining brightly.

Hokage-sama... All the while... Your trust... Your support... All in mind...

I hereby promise... will let you see the prosperity of Konoha ...

The rain fell one after another, falling on everyone's face, cold to the bone.

This old man, who gave everything for Konoha, finally went.

At Hokage's funeral three days later, Konoha was dressed in black mourning clothes and everyone came to see him off.

Only Snow God Moon, on the outside of the black mourning clothes, wore a cloak that resembled the Hokage robe.

The cloak had no words on it, only a strong flame pattern.

And when Yukizuki stood in front of everyone and lit the remains of the three generations of Hokage... The fierce fire shone on his body, bursting out with dazzling light.

At this moment, many people once again remembered the words that the three generations of Hokage often loved to hang on their lips when they were alive...

As long as there is a place where leaves fly, the fire will burn... The shadow of fire will shine on the village, and... Let the new leaves sprout...

Under the big tree of Konoha, three generations burned themselves, and let the fire light illuminate the village.

He was gone, but he continued the heat on the Snow God Moon, and the new leaves finally shone brightly.

The breeze blows, the firelight sways gently, and slowly dances with the cloak of the snow god moon.

At this moment, all the ninjas and villagers were in a bit of a trance.

The flame on the cloak and the light of the fire in front of it complemented each other, creating a breathtaking brilliance...

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Maybe... That's... Konoha Light...—Everyone

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