Tu Sheng [Hokage]

In the end, I followed Uchiha Itachi back in disgrace. The dizziness lingering in my mind dissipated a little when the crying Sakura got into my arms, and then I discovered something terrible.

The Sharingan seems to control me.

I looked at Itachi Uchiha's retreating figure in the sunset, thoughtfully.

If this is really the case, then the Uchiha clan is simply my big killer. Although the dragon clan's vitality is so tenacious that even if their heads fall off, they may not die, but what I am more afraid of is that Itachi, the guy full of black water, will use this to control I, for example, serve as a mount for his precious brother.

If that's the case, I might as well die.

Yu! wisdom! Wave! Itachi!

I thought about countless plans in my mind on how to kill Itachi. I'm really not very good at ninjutsu and magic (because I'm lazy), because just one-tenth of my original strength can kill most of the humans in this world. Pressing the hammer, it’s not that I look down on humans. The humans here are already much stronger than the humans in the previous world. At least they can withstand a few beatings.

But I happened to meet an Uchiha. Just when I was making plans for Uchiha's collapse, Sakura gently pulled my hair with her soft hands and pointed me to the door of Haruno's house with her fingers. Then I saw a red-eyed angry mama-san with a spatula in one hand and a pan in the other.

It's over... I swallowed subconsciously, it's over, it's over, it's over... I gently pushed Sakura away from my arms, turned around and wanted to run away.

"Haruno Shiro!!!" The angry Mama-san grabbed me by the collar first, picked me up like a puppy and threw me into the house.

I looked at her fierce and non-negotiable look, thinking that she would definitely not be able to escape from this beating.

Mama-san didn't do anything because she saw the mess all over my body and the blood on my mouth. She silently pulled me up from the floor and slapped me hard on the back.

"Forget it, I'll forgive you this time and go take a shower." She pretended to pinch her nose and said in disgust, "It's so dirty."

"Next time, don't leave my sister alone." After saying that, she quickly returned to the kitchen to cook.

"Oh..." I agreed weakly.

The fact that humans can control dragons was unheard of even in the world of my previous life. Half of my head sank into the warm water in the bathtub, and the water surface rippled with my movements.

The Sharingan I know has the ability to observe, copy, and hypnotize. Itachi mentioned to me that he will also have extraordinary insight when turned on, can observe the flow of chakra, can cast and see through genjutsu, copy taijutsu and non-blood inheritance limited ninjutsu, but none of these qualities are stated. Can control dragons.

Genjutsu, it's not like I haven't fought against genjutsu-shaped ninjas before. That kind of thing has also proven to be completely useless to me. Only the Sharingan can affect my brain. As a bug who can take out the brain stem to sharpen his sword. Super creature, I fell into deep self-doubt.

In the final analysis, my strength has not been restored, I thought to myself, thinking of this, I finally spit out a few bubbles with satisfaction.

Well, I don’t want to think about it anymore, I don’t have any grudges against Uchiha Itachi, it’s just that he has never defeated me in sparring. My fatal weakness has been exposed to him. If I have another chance to spar in the future, I will lose on purpose.

I pushed my overly long hair to my chest and watched the hair that was the same color as cherry blossoms floating in the water. The clear water surface vaguely reflected the emerald green shadow in my eyes. This hair color and irises The color is very rare in this world where humans have all kinds of colors. Even a certain Uchiha bastard said it was a dream-like combination, but I still think this color combination is dead.

However, the color of my dragon scales is still the same as in my previous life, a kind of pitch black after being burned. This is the only comfort I have after being forcibly turned into a human.

The temperature in Konoha was slightly cold in the morning. After I sent Sakura to the ninja school, I found that the third generation still had no intention of recalling me, so I wandered around happily. I have never been in the habit of reporting tasks. People have disappeared from the world. For the dead Humanity has nothing to say.

In the early days, some of the higher-ups in Konoha were also a little dissatisfied with me. They strongly demanded that I follow the mission process and said that the rules were the rules. Just when I couldn't help but use my claws to slap these guys who were so good at taking advantage of them, the Sandaime Hokage stopped me. A few nagging old men and old ladies said kindly that it was just a simple assassination mission anyway and there was no need to report.

Suddenly, Danzo with a shiitake chin, who looked very alienated, flashed in my mind. He seemed to be the leader of Konoha's senior management who took the lead in trying to squeeze me, including the one who took away my ANBU identity. Later, he wanted me to join the affiliated He has an ANBU root, and after being rejected, he would make things difficult for me basically every time we met.

Then it is estimated that the repeated rebellion and robbery missions during this period were also arranged by him. He is really a dead old man who will not change his ways.

Maybe I should teach him a lesson in time. Killing him will not do any good for my current situation. If it affects my family, my parents are just ordinary Konoha ninjas, not to mention that they rarely accept missions now. It will be sooner or later. I have entered a life at home, and I have a young sister. I am very strong, but I don’t want my family to be displaced.

I was actually giving in to adapt to human rules, and letting this kind of dead old man who could burn a human with a fire stop me really made the dragon furious.

This fact makes me want to destroy everything, kill him, or simply let Konoha disappear... No, no, not for the time being. Uchiha has become an existence that can threaten my life. I can't guarantee that the bad old man who covers the sky with one hand will Knows my weaknesses and controls me to serve Him.

That was simply worse than being ridden by Sasuke. There were very few humans that physically disgusted me, and Danzo was one of them.

I must find a perfect solution, such as using Danzo's hand to deal with the Uchiha clan... I can't help but be inspired by my own bad thoughts. It is definitely a very interesting situation.

The Uchiha clan is arrogant and may have long been a thorn in the side of Danzo, a hawk. Recently, I have heard more and more rumors about the Uchiha clan wanting to instigate rebellion. No wonder Uchiha Itachi's eyes are weird lately. I always feel that there is something wrong with the Uchiha clan. There is a melancholy that gradually builds up.

If my guess is correct, then that nasty idea is feasible.

This is what I should do, instead of sulking under Danzo's hands every day to seek perfection, even if I let them all be destroyed, I can kill as many people as I want. In short, I don't like this feeling of being controlled by others.

So I was groping for the headquarters where I was looking for the "root", and I always had to go to Danzo to find out. I might as well take advantage of the fact that Sakura went to school and had no time to dig up information. The practice of conjecture requires theory. Basic.

The root organization is hidden deeper than the Anbu, and what it does is even more shady. Its headquarters is definitely not in the bustling city of Konoha. Judging from the earthy and rotten smell of Danzo, the old man, it is probably a remote place. , like a cave where mice live.

I put my hands in my pockets and pretended to be wandering around with nothing to do. When I turned into a dark corner, I left the place at the speed of a dragon. The messy buildings around me quickly passed by in front of my eyes, only in my human pupils. Leaves a blurry shadow.

Not long after, I stopped and looked in shock at the two people standing face to face in a wasteland. The smell of blood and fighting was everywhere.