Posthumous Memories
A few years had passed since the death of Hyuuga Neji and now Naruto had fulfilled his biggest dream: to become a Hokage. Hinata, after trying so hard and fighting for the blonde's love, was shocked by the harsh reality that she had lost him forever. Lonely, she then began to reflect on her life and her respective values, realizing that, many times, blinded by her passion, she stopped giving value to those who really deserved it and wanted her true happiness, even if it cost her her life.
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“Of so many fanfictions that I have already recommended here on Nyah, without a doubt, Posthumous Memoirs is the one I recommend with the most pleasure! Not to belittle the others, but MP is written with so much care, with so much genius, that it's impossible for me not to put it on another level! The author KNOWS how to do things well, the narration is incredible, you feel like you are in the story! The dialogues are natural, the descriptions are precise and enjoyable to read, and the plot... Originality defines! I am very grateful, as a reader, to have such an incredible story to read... And I am very proud, as a friend, of this immeasurable genius that the author created! Without further ado and without spoilers, an appeal to anyone who reads this recommendation: read the fic! Repentance is a non-existent option, but love and adoration for this story is more than an obligation, it is inevitable! ♥”
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Três tronos em colisão. O Norte e a Areia marcham juntos contra o Sul. Apenas um pulso me separa do abismo. Nas alturas da névoa eterna, a guerra final enfim começou. A alvorada será de sangue. Algumas almas nascem para incendiar o mundo. Outras, para salvá-lo das cinzas.
Na espionagem internacional, confiança é um luxo que ninguém pode se dar. Especialmente quando seu maior rival é também a pessoa mais irritante e atraente que você já conheceu.
Sem memórias. Sem atalhos. Sem regras para me salvar. O tabuleiro mudou. E as sombras mais perigosas do reino iniciaram a caçada. Podem vir. Este império vai ruir em chamas.
As regras do jogo eram simples: ser manipulada, obedecer e morrer. Eu não nasci para ser heroína, e este reino não é um conto de fadas. É uma arena militar governada por conspirações e execuções silenciosas. Mas se o sistema planejou a minha destruição... Vou garantir que ele queime primeiro.