A cold wind blew, and the Galaxy woke up from the memories. The intense emotions in my heart turned into strong nerve signals spreading upwards along my chest, trying to leak out from my throat.

The boy hurriedly gritted his teeth and tried his best to swallow the emotion. But how could such a wonderful chemical reaction of emotions be so easy to control? Even the cold-blooded hero and the great monks couldn't help but lose control occasionally, let alone the eight-year-old boy in front of him.

The strong signal indeed went up and attacked the boy's tear glands. He felt the electric current storm in the nerves and stimulated his eyes. Xinghe frowned and narrowed his eyes and suppressed his tear glands, preventing any liquid from appearing in his eyes.

A strong sense of soreness stimulates the nerves in the eyes and flows backwards, echoing and spreading in the entire head nerves of the Galaxy, and the entire scalp becomes tight and numb.

The boy suppressed his throat and whimpered a few times, his eyes blurred, and transparent liquid flowed out of his nose.

"You can't cry! You have sworn that you will never shed a tear again from that day on! If you want to take revenge, you must become strong!" Xinghe kept reminding himself in his heart: "You can hate but you must never cry!"

The ugly face of male Xingnin, the compassion and ridicule of his peers, and the ruthless and sternness of the three generations of Xingnin's eyes kept emerging in front of Xingnin. He hated Konoha who killed his parents, hated the so-called Skywalker, but also hated everyone in Xingnin's village! For parents who were regarded as heroes, these people were betrayers! His parents are always heroes, not shameful losers!

The sourness in my heart was gradually replaced by the poisonous fire of hatred. Xinghe sneered in his heart: "Wait! As long as I gain enough strength, I will not let anyone go!"

Xinghe clenched his fists and felt the increasingly violent chakra in his body. Although he felt uncomfortable, what was it compared to the pain in his heart?

Xinghe, who inherited his parents' excellent bloodline, clearly felt that his cultivation progress was far beyond his peers. Perhaps it would not take long for the chakra nature in his body to complete the transformation and officially become a star ninja.

Before we knew it, the sky had completely darkened, and Xinghe returned to the familiar door of the house again.

Looking at the cold iron locks and the gate standing quietly there, an unspeakable loneliness hit my heart, the Galaxy breathed deeply and drove this useless negative emotion out of its body again.

"Crack", Xinghe opened the iron lock, skillfully pushed open the door and walked into the yard, and inserted the door latch from it and locked the door again.

After a casual look at the yard, Xinghe's face changed drastically. With the starlight, he clearly saw a row of footprints in the sand used for training!

Someone sneaked into his house while he was away! The first thing Xinghe thought of was the Xingnin who sent him a death notice last time. His parents' subordinates and friends had all died in battle. The only person who had contacted him in the past few months was that guy.

It's a good time, I'm just about to seek revenge on you. Xinghe thought so, took out a handful of kunai and held it in his hand and walked slowly towards the dark main house.

With a "bang", the closed door was suddenly kicked open by Xinghe. With the stars sprinkled into the room, Xinghe saw four mysterious figures dressed in strange shapes standing in the hall.

"You..." Seeing that the person coming was not his imagined enemy, Xinghe was about to ask, but unexpectedly, someone suddenly covered his mouth from behind.

Xinghe struggled hard, but because of his strength, he was too strong to be held tightly in his arms and unable to move. At the same time, he smelled a familiar aura from the other person!

"This smell..." Xinghe's sudden struggle stopped and his heart began to jump wildly.

"Oh? Have you given up? Being so reckless is not the quality that a ninja should have!"

Listening to the familiar voices that sounded in his ears, Xinghe felt like he was struck by lightning. A huge joy swept across his body, making him unable to help but tremble.

This is the smell of mother! It is the voice of mother! Mother she is not dead! She is by my side!

In his mother's arms, Xinghe relied on hatred to support her cold and hard heart immediately became soft and fragile. He could no longer care about any oath and cried loudly, tears and snot gushing out, wetting the palms that were covering his face.

He noticed the strangeness of the little man in his arms, Xinghe's mother immediately let go of her palm and turned on the light in the room. She turned her crying like a tearful person. After looking at her carefully, she said in a crying voice: "Didn't you tell you? Boys should learn to be strong and not cry easily!"

Xinghe trembled with his hands and lifted the mask of the person in front of him. When he saw the familiar face, he shouted happily and sadly: "Mom!" and threw himself into his mother's arms regardless of everything.

"I just knew... they... lied to me! You and Dad... are heroes! How could they... be killed! Wuwuwu... Why are you back now...? Do you know... how painful I have been in the past few months? To avenge you... I have been practicing hard! Wuwuwu..." Xinghe buried his head in his mother's arms, venting his depression that had accumulated for several months, and finally burst into tears.

"Good boy! It's bad for parents! It makes you worry!" Listening to his son's intermittent remarks, the female ninja who has always been strong couldn't help but shed tears in her heart.

After a long separation, the mother and son met again, they hugged each other tightly, venting their emotions in their hearts. The sobs echoed in the house and remained unstoppable for a long time.

The other four ninjas in Konoha Anbe costume stood silently in the hall, and no one disturbed the touching scene of the mother and son hugging each other and crying.

After a long time, Xinghe's emotions finally calmed down. Only then did he remember something important and asked, "By the way, mom, where is dad?"

At this time, the poor father, who was forgotten by a mother and son, said hoarsely: "Hmph! You can still remember me! Is it ashamed to be so old that I am still in your mother's arms and crying?"

Xinghe's father has always been very strict with his son, and the relationship between father and son is far less intimate than between mother and son, so when he heard his father's familiar reprimand, Xinghe was also very happy but rushed towards him without excitement.

"Do you dare to take off the mask and let your son see if you have secretly shed tears?" Xinghe's mother heard something strange from her husband's voice, so she quipped.
Chapter completed!