I thought so, closed my eyes, and thought to myself, if I really slept here for one night, would I be carried away after a while? Then when you open your eyes, you'll be in the torture room or the interrogation room?

But it didn't take long for me to feel a little sleepy, and from behind the closed paper door, a whispered call came from Zona: "Brother Itachi......?" ”

Itachi?

I couldn't help but be stunned, feeling weird.

But on second thought, Uchiha Itachi looks significantly older than Sana in appearance, and he is of the same race. In a big family like Uchiha, there are obviously stricter requirements for the etiquette of the elders and young, and it is somewhat impolite to call him "Itachi", and Uchiha Itachi is Uchiha Sasuke's own brother, and he can be counted as Zona's brother mentally, but now it can be said that there is no direct relationship, and it is even more impossible for Zana to be called "brother" directly.

To sum up, "Brother Itachi" is indeed the most appropriate name.

I suppressed the strange feeling and responded, "...... What's wrong? ”

"It's nothing...... Zonai paused, and his voice became quieter, as if he was a little embarrassed: "I'm sure you're still there." ”

“……”

I want to say something, but I'm afraid that the more we talk, the more energetic I will be—I have to go to work tomorrow!! So he could only sigh and say, "...... Go to sleep. ”

"Hmm......" Zana replied obediently in a nasal voice. The voice was soft and delicate, like a little girl—a soft tone that I had never heard as a Masumi teacher.

My heart suddenly moved, and I realized that Uchiha Sana was indeed just a 12-year-old girl.

Although she always hides herself with an overly mature and cold and tough shell, deep down, she still seems to be the little girl in the photo who is full of dependence and longing for her parents and family.

She was supposed to be a girl who liked to laugh a lot, and had a bright smile. But...... Now that I think about it, in the ninja school, I barely saw her smile in all these years.

"Itachi......" Zana suddenly spoke again.

I didn't notice it for a while, and subconsciously responded: "Huh? ”

"Are you still leaving?" She asked cautiously.

“…… I don't know. "Seeing that she looked like a drowning person desperately trying to hold on to a life-saving straw, I couldn't help but soften my tone, ready to indulge her a little more and talk a little more, and then urge her to go to sleep." Do you like Konoha? ”

"I like it." As if noticing, my attitude no longer blindly drove her out, and Zona's tone was obviously light. "Why don't you like it? Does Itachi not like Konoha? ”

"Nope." I said, "...... I love it too. ”

Although it buries many conspiracies, what Naruto fan would say he doesn't like Konoha yet?

This is where all stories begin, and where dreams begin.

And as Uchiha Itachi......

If he didn't like Konoha, he wouldn't want to protect Konoha either.

So, they should all like it.

Immediately, there was a rustling sound in the room, as if Zana had turned over under the covers.

She said excitedly: "Then, will Brother Itachi stay and live with me?" ”

After losing the whole clan, suddenly another tribesman appeared, this girl was like a crested ibis that was isolated from the herd and was on the verge of extinction, and suddenly saw another of its kind, full of simple joy.

But of course I couldn't stay and live with her.

I couldn't make any promises, so I was silent, and after a while, I repeated: "...... Go to sleep. ”

Zana suddenly fell silent again.

But within a few minutes, there was another sound of rustling in the room—she probably rolled over several times in a row. I guess I don't feel sleepy now.

Then I was mentally prepared, and sure enough, I heard her cautiously speak again, "...... One last question, okay? ”

I let out a long, helpless sigh. "Say."

After hesitating for a while, he asked softly, "...... Will you still be there when I get up tomorrow? ”

“……”

The question sounded somewhat pitiful. What's more, it was probably one of the few things I could guarantee myself, so I replied, "I'll be there." ”

"That," but Zana didn't seem to feel much at ease, perhaps because after being prevaricated by me many times, she understood that things might not be as simple and beautiful as she had hoped, so she didn't dare to expect too much more. After listening to it, Zana seemed to have the mentality of "If you don't believe it, you won't be disappointed, but if it's true, it will be good", and said softly: "Good night." ”

I replied gently, "Good night." ”

Finally, no one spoke again.

Outside, the moon and moonlight poured down like water, and the whole room was in a kind of extreme quiet, far away from the crowd, lonely and lonely.

I suddenly couldn't sleep.

Naruko's class was my first class of students.

As teachers, the first class of students is always special.

At this time, just like all newcomers, people will invest time and effort at any cost, and they will want to do their best to do their best work.

I have memorized the name and appearance of each student, I know the family situation of each student, I know which students always quarrel with their parents during the rebellious period, and I also know which students have no parents at home......

I know everyone's personality, and I know which people are righteous, which are shy, which are obedient, and which are not sensible......

Enthusiastic rookie teachers always feel that as long as they don't skimp on their efforts, they can change all their students and put each of their students on the right track.

But now in my second year of work, I've come to realize one thing more and more – you can't save everybody.

Human energy is always limited. When I was a student, I wasn't a top student, and I wasn't the kind of student with poor grades and naughty trouble. It is said that students in the middle are the most overlooked, and this is true, because almost most of them do not actively seek help from their teachers or cause trouble for them.

I used to think it wasn't fair. But it wasn't until I became a teacher that I could understand such helplessness.

What's more, some students, even if you want to lend a hand, they are not necessarily willing to be helped by you.

Some students are extremely shy and feel that any extra attention from others is a burden and a huge pressure;

Some students are extremely egoistic, believing that doing their own thing is their own way of forbearance, and refusing any restraint and discipline;

Some students are more extreme, thinking that adults cannot be trusted, and they don't think that teachers can help much;

Some students are confused, have no plan for the future, do not have any ideals, and they themselves do not know what they want to do in the future and what they want to do, so they have nothing to do every day......

Uchiha Sana belongs to the third type of student.

She didn't think that the teacher could solve any problems, so she kept all her emotions tightly in her heart.

Even if I tried to talk to her, what she revealed was only some shallow, painless emotions.

But Uchiha Itachi pried open her heart so easily.

That's what it is...... The power of the blood?

And when a teacher finally finds a way to help his students...... I raised my hand, pointed to the ceiling, and looked fixedly at the bony, thin, slender fingers of Uchiha Itachi's body, and then slowly clenched into a fist.

Since you couldn't grow up with Sasuke back then, then at least ...... Together, we may be able to make Zana less painful.

You tell me?

Weasel?