Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

"That's all." My wife Shanyi smiled all over her face.

"Hmm." The boss retreated to the back kitchen.

"You don't seem very happy, Itachi?" My wife Zenitsu noticed Itachi's cloudy face.

"Have it?"

"I'm so happy!" Itachi clenched his hands into fists.

"That's good, I thought you were angry with me." My wife Shanyi said seriously.

The winter umen was served quickly.

"I'm starting!" My wife Shanyi said in a rage. When Itachi was still taking the second bite, the former had already started to wipe the oil from the corners of his mouth.

"It tastes really good, boss!"

"Young people are really motivated." The boss was also dumbfounded.

"By the way, Itachi, here's something for you." My wife Shanyi put her hand into her pocket.

Itachi wasn't interested.

Just nodded prevaricatedly.

until.

A familiar object appeared in front of my eyes.

Apricot wooden flute.

It was something that Tanjirou Fujishiyamagami personally presented to him.

His face changed.

Holding it in his hand, he looked at my wife Shanyi with sharp eyes.

"Where did you come from?" Itachi's voice was cold.

Just like questioning.

My wife, Zenitsu, was stunned for a moment, grabbing her hair, "I picked it up from the Fuji Mountain. To be precise, someone else should have given it to me. They said I dropped it..."

"If it's not yours, then why did you accept it?" Itachi said in a stern voice.

"I...I..." My wife Shanyi was at a loss.

He keeps his head down.

I didn't know what I had done wrong.

He obviously had good intentions and wanted to give Itachi this wooden flute as a gift.

Why is this the result?

Messed up again...

My wife Zenitsu lowered her head.

Itachi looked at him, holding the apricot-colored wooden flute in his hand.

My wife Zenitsu's terrible appearance actually made him feel very confused.

Don’t you hate him very much?

"I'm sorry," Itachi whispered.

"Huh?" My wife Zenitsu looked confused.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong just now and put my bad emotions on you." Itachi looked twisted.

"Oh...it's okay...I'm really annoying." My wife Zenitsu lowered her hand and scratched the back of her neck.

"Not anymore." Itachi shook his head, "It's actually quite nice to have someone to talk to by your side."

"I want to thank you."

"It's rare that someone has said so much to me."

"You're the first." Itachi chuckled softly.

"It's rare for someone like you not to think I'm nagging." My wife Shanyi also laughed.

"Then we...can be considered friends?" Itachi's eyes flickered.

"What friend..."

Itachi was startled.

"We are brothers!" My wife Shanyi patted her chest. "Follow Big Brother Shanyi from now on, and I will guarantee you great success!"

Itachi swept away the gloom and smiled lightly.

This guy is still the same.

"Boss, why haven't you finished it yet? It's been five or six minutes!" My wife Shanyi murmured to the back kitchen.

Itachi is also belated.

The udon noodles came together in less than 3 minutes.

Why are some side dishes silent for a long time?

He frowned.

boom!

There was a bang in my ear.

Then came the sound of glass shattering.

Itachi followed the sound.

My wife, Shanyi, who was talking nonsense just now, is unconscious at this moment, with her face pressed hard against the table, the soup is flowing, and the floor is covered with shards of glass.

not good!

Itachi stretched out his hand to reach out for Kunai, but the world in front of him was spinning, wrapped in thick mist and gradually turning into chaos.

Everything is flying away.

The world is silent.

The only echo was a grinning laugh.

The last image in his eyes was a black shadow approaching every step of the way.

......

Dim lights fell on the ground made of mahogany.

The burning red censer is emitting green smoke.

In the quiet and silent environment, several geisha were surrounded at the moment.

They surrounded a young girl.

Holding rouge and bun in hand.

The girl half-kneeled on the futon, in front of her was a shining bronze mirror.

She looked neither happy nor sad, and examined her face in the mirror.

The long hair is as black as lacquer, and the twin ponytails tied high are tied with red ribbons.The pupils were clear and bright, with a faint gleam, and the long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Gentle and quiet, beautiful and extraordinary.

"it's beautiful."

"If he was older, he might be the new oiran of our Kyogoku House."

"Yes, yes, I really envy others."

The geisha around you talk to each other.

Everyone admired the girl's brilliance.

But the girl who was the client didn't say a word, staring at herself in the mirror with a look of sadness.

She untied the ribbon tied to the ponytail, and her long hair instantly fell like a waterfall.

"Let's be happier."

"When you enter this Kyogoku House, you will no longer be free."

The geisha on the side said softly.

They have also heard about what happened to the girl, who was sold by the bustard of Kyogoku House from the traffickers.

It is said that it cost a lot of money.

But thinking about it, it's worth a thousand gold just to look like I feel pity.

The girl bowed her head.

He looked worriedly at the red ribbon on his palm.

It looks old and has lost most of its color.

"What are you all chattering about here? It seems that there is nothing to do." The voice was cold.

The wooden door opened in response.

The one who pierced the pupil was a proud woman surrounded by two maids.

She lowered her eyes.

A look of immortality.

"It's Fern Princess Oiran..."

"I am sorry..."

"We will go back to our respective places..."

All the geisha trembled and bowed their bodies, not even daring to look at the Fern Girl.

"A bunch of ugly guys." Fern Ji's eyes were cold.

"Don't hurry up!"

The geisha left in a hurry.

The whole room immediately became empty.

Fern Ji lowered her eyes.

Looking down at the girl kneeling in front of the bronze mirror.

She still didn't move at all.

"I advise you not to think about escaping, otherwise you will know the consequences... Harutoki!" Fern Ji said in a ferocious tone.

The girl who was called Haruhi didn't say a word.

She tightly held the ribbon in her palm, whispering a name in her heart.

Ferret.

......

Itachi had a very long dream.

In the dream, he still lives in Konoha.

It's just that there are no more disputes, no more intrigues.

There is no more war in the entire ninja world, and all people, regardless of caste, strong or weak, coexist peacefully.

He had a happy and complete childhood.

No more fear of discrimination.

No longer bear the burden of family revival.

He is like any normal kid.

Running wantonly in the sun, laughing wantonly.

But then came a chill.

Suddenly, the bright world was full of wind and snow, and everything around him disappeared.

Thunder began to explode in the ice and snow.

Lightning roared like a dragon.

The sky is split.

Corpses continued to fall, and the heavy snow turned into a wandering rain of blood in an instant.

War came again.

He stood in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Isolated.

The world is broken like a mirror at this moment.

Itachi struggled to open his eyes.

The world flickers on and off.

There are bursts of tinnitus lingering in my ears.

He shook his head.

She subconsciously struggled to move her body, but couldn't move.

"I thought this little brat was so powerful! It turns out that I'm just a little wary..." A sneer sounded.

Itachi followed the sound.

A blurry figure was reflected in his eyes.

"This...how could this guy wake up..." a hasty voice.

The figure kept approaching in the field of vision.

Itachi saw that face clearly.

Exactly the same as the owner of the udon restaurant.

Damn!

Because of the wooden flute, he completely relaxed his vigilance.

"You...are you Yang Xiongye?" Itachi's perception gradually recovered.

"That's right, it was hard to find me. I didn't expect you to come to my door in person." Yang Xiongye sneered.