People are in Hokage, start with an old tree on the grave of Jinglingting

The voice in the dark is as gentle and magnetic as water, and it seems to soak in the power to warm people's hearts in the cold night.

Hinata Madara looked up and watched the short knife being taken away from his hand. It was two cold white fingers, slender but full of strength. His eyes were a little dazed and dull, and his neck turned stiffly and slowly behind him.

What caught the eyes in the darkness was:

Brown flowing short hair covered his forehead, a pair of dark brown eyes were gentle as water, and he wore a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

With a gentle smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, this is a person whose appearance and smile alone seem to make people feel that their souls are soothed and gain peace and tranquility!

Very strange feeling!

Hinata Madara stared blankly at the face in front of him. For some reason, looking at this strange face, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if withered grass would instinctively bend towards the direction of the sun.

"Who are you? Why are you saving me?"

Hinata Madara's voice was dry and hoarse. Although even if this person did not show up, the short knife might not be able to pierce his eyebrows in the end, but there are still people in this world who would stop him from dying?

"I heard the sound of the knife crying!"

Aizen gently pinched the dagger with two fingers, and swayed it gently in front of Hinata Madara,

"Do you know? The meaning of the birth of the weapon forging is to kill the enemy and taste the blood of the enemy, not to stab your master to death!"

"A sword that kills its master will always be corroded into rust after thousands of years, and it will still cry silently!"

Hinata Madara stared blankly at the cold dagger in front of him, the cold surface of the dagger reflected his face, he said, "Can a sword cry?"

"Yes, young man, I don't know why you are tired of this world and choose to end your own life, but your knife may not want you to leave just like that, and I happened to hear its call."

Aizen leaned over and stuffed the short knife back into Hinata Madara's hand, bent the other's fingers one by one to hold the handle of the knife, and said with a smile: "Do you feel it? The knife is also warm, and it will jump for joy because of the master's joy." , will also cry because of the sorrow of the master!"

Hinata Madara clutched the handle of the knife, his eyes that were originally full of dead ashes seemed to rekindle the breath of life.

"I saw loneliness and death in your eyes, which reflected a soul riddled with holes, but it was wrong!"

Aizen habitually supported the glasses frame, and his voice was full of thought-provoking philosophies, as if a mentor who sees everything in the world is guiding a lost student,

"Pain, despair, anger... should not be the reasons to commit suicide. Even the most riddled soul should be eager to breathe and greedy to breathe, you know... In the prison of hell, death is cowardice , and living hard is the value of being brave!"

The smile on Aizen's face became more and more gentle, and her voice seemed to penetrate people's hearts, giving the cowardly soul the deepest power,

"Besides, you are not alone, you still have a knife in your hand, even if the whole world abandons you, your knife will not betray you!"

Hinata Madara swallowed and spit, he stared blankly at the knife in his hand, and looked at himself reflected on the knife surface, as if the knife was really breathing, and it was merging with his body, and it was cold and firm all the time. Accompany yourself.

"But, they all want me to die..." Hyuga Madara breathed painfully. He raised his eyes and looked at the man walking out of the darkness, as if the man had become the only light and guidance for the rest of his life.

"Good and evil, right and wrong, life and death are just the shallow and narrow definitions of human beings, and they are nothing but the cages that human beings build for themselves under the sky, false and absurd!"

Aizen still has that gentle face, and his voice is still as gentle as water, but the meaning in his words is as sharp as a blade piercing the sky,

"The road to escape from the cage is long and difficult, but after leaving, you will see the real light in the sky!"

Hinata Madara repeated to himself, as if to imprint this sentence in his soul, he wanted to see what the real light behind the sky looked like.

"Who are you?" Hinata Madara looked at Aizen reverently, and asked the initial question, "Can you lead me out of this cage?"

"I am Aizen Soyousuke!" Aizen spit out his name lightly, and he replied with a smile, "The cage of fate, you can only break free by yourself. Weapons, the next long and difficult road, you have to walk by yourself!"

Hinata Madara was slightly disappointed.

"I hope that one day when the whole sky changes color, you can break free from this cage and stand behind me!" Aizen Soyousuke looked down at Hinata Madara.

Hinata Madara raised his head and met Aizen's gaze with burning eyes, and he heard encouragement and trust from that tone.

Master Aizen believed in himself, one day, he would break free from this cage and stand behind him. At this moment, Hinata Madara seemed to have found the meaning of life again!

"Use the knife in your hand to split this prison, or use the power I give you to rust away this iron prison!" Aizen Soyousuke stretched out his hand, holding out a strange fruit with spiral patterns.

Hinata Madara took the fruit with strange patterns with both hands, and he realized that this fruit should be the weapon that Master Aizen said could help him fight against fate.

"Remember, don't hate your eyes, they should be your strength and not your shackles; what can restrain fate is never the brand engraved on the forehead, but the soul imprisoned by cowardice; don't live up to your name, and don't live up to it. What I expect from you, Hinata Madara, I wait for the day when you stand behind me."

The voice fell!

Aizen Soyousuke disappeared before his eyes, merged into the dark curtain, and disappeared from Hinata Madara's world, as if he had never come.

"Yes, Aizen-sama, when the sky changes color, I will definitely follow and stand behind you!"

Hinata Madara swears to himself in his soul, he figured it out, since the whole world wants him to die, then he just wants to live.

because,

Master Aizen knows my name,

The knife may be weeping,

but more importantly,

Because of,

I am the one chosen by Master Aizen!

Hinata Madara looked at the darkness that had fallen into silence again. There was no deception in his heart, only endless gratitude and trust. The temperature in the night was still cold, but a flame ignited in his heart, and this flame illuminated the way forward in his life. In the deepest part of the road ahead, where it leads to the sky, there is a figure standing there waiting for me!

Hinata took a deep breath,

He held the fruit with strange patterns in both hands, buried his whole face in it, and opened his mouth, making the sound of frantically chewing...

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