Itachi Mamoru, Saban

Under the bustling Yae Sakura, the breeze blows and blows a dazzling cherry blossom snow. A young man with short black hair is leaning on the guardrail, taking a long breath. There is a stack of uneaten snacks and a half-read scroll next to him. A long-haired man walks out of the back room. Seeing this scene, he shakes his head helplessly, takes off the clothes on his body, puts it on the young man's shoulders, and sits next to the young man to read the scroll. "Itachi... You're back?" The young man opened his eyes and looked at Itachi who had changed clothes before him. He said at the same time, he leaned against Itachi and continued to sleep. "It was not a difficult task in the first place." Itachi rubbed Sasuke's hair helplessly. "If you are so sleepy, go to the room to sleep." "Spring sleepiness" Sasuke pulled his clothes and said muffledly, "The room is so far away..." "Then just squint for a while, the Uchiha people will be separated later." Come here, let's go out together later." "... Hmm. "A person's life is as flashy as a dream, and there is always one person who regards you as your fate... [This article is republished in 2013 at someone's request] [This article is republished in 2013 at someone's request] [This article is republished in 2013 at someone's request] [This article is republished in 2013 at someone's request] Reopened] [This article is reopened at someone's request in 2013] [At someone's request, this article is reopened in 2013] [At someone's request, this article is reopened in 2013] [At someone's request, this article is reopened in 2013] [At someone's request, this article is reopened in 2013] [At someone's request, this article is reopened in 2013] Intention: