Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Darkness poured down wantonly from the zenith.

Night is like a curtain.

Itachi stood at the narrow entrance of the tunnel.

Frowning.

Eyes stretched out.

Miner's lamps are suspended one after another in the tunnel supported by wooden frames.

There are constantly disgraced men dragging the rock and soil back.

The passing moment.

You can clearly see the dark pupils.

Both sides of the tunnel.

There stood the foreman with a fierce look on his face.

Waving a stick in his hand.

Cursing and telling them pigs not to be lazy.

Even looking at Itachi's eyes showed a trace of disdain.

The tunnel is extremely deep.

There is no end in sight.

To and fro are men dumping rock and soil and continuing to dig.

Itachi looked serious.

The so-called convenience construction of the senior management of Quanxia Town does not seem to be able to produce economic value in anyone's eyes.

Don't have to say why.

It seems to lead to some unknown place.

According to Itachi's understanding.

Tunnel work is drawing to a close.

It may be finished in two days.

He raised his eyes to the dark sky.

The stars and the moon are hidden.

The clouds are like towering black mountains.

......

The extreme north of the city.

The teaching site of Wanshi Bliss Sect.

In front of the towering tower.

Standing a thin figure.

Dusty.

He is dressed in white feathers.

The face is handsome.

But he looked exhausted.

He had been on the run for a whole day and night.

Seeing as there is a chance to escape this damn town.

But the police officer who turned black and white blocked all the only entrances and exits.

He understands.

Quanxia town started a general martial law.

Just for him?

The boy clenched his fists.

My heart is full of grief and resentment.

He obviously didn't do anything!

why...

Why did you become a wanted shit!

He has nowhere to go.

The only relative.

Nagasawa Shinichi.

Also an extremely unreliable guy.

Timid and cowardly.

Best to brag and flatter.

If you find him, someone like him will probably hand him over to the bullshit police station immediately!

The young man's body trembled slightly.

Take a step.

Heading towards the tall tower.

Blue Lantern Ancient Buddha.

Devout believers can be seen everywhere.

Half-kneeling on the futon, she prayed silently.

Stepping on the spiral staircase.

The young man headed straight for the top of the tower.

This was the only place he thought he could go.

There was the only person he considered reliable.

The leader of Tongmao.

The magic stick in the mouth of that old guy Nagasawa Shinichi.

But no matter what.

He is also the only one willing to listen to his troubles.

The top of the spiral staircase.

A place of tranquility and majesty.

A rug sewn with golden thread.

The young man left with a pious and teachable heart.

Knock on the door.

There was a lazy yawn.

door.

Open at the sound.

Sandalwood hits the face.

At the end of the long blood-red carpet is a dazzling high seat.

The man with colorful pupils propped his face on one hand, looking down at him indifferently.

"You are here again."

"Nagasawa Genkai."

......

"Grandpa will show you a swordplay!"

"This is grandpa's trick!"

"There are very few people who have seen it!"

The gray-haired old man stood in a stiff posture, stabbing forward with sword after sword.

Wearing a white feather.

The child who looked only eight or nine years old watched with bright eyes.

"The sea is boundless!"

The old man took a sharp drink.

Available in the next second.

But due to excessive force.

He stumbled and fell to the ground.

The old man got up with a dry smile.

He scratched the back of his neck with his hands.

"Mistakes, mistakes!"

"Grandpa is already great." The child smiled slightly, and the sunlight outside the dojo fell on his immature face, which was extremely brilliant.

The picture freezes at this moment, and then shatters like a mirror.

A sunny morning turns into a stormy night in the blink of an eye.

Children have also changed from eight or nine years old to twelve or thirteen years old.

He is a lot taller.

Still childish.

The old man stood in the center of the dojo, slowly waving the bamboo knife.

The mouth is still chattering.

Talking happily about the glorious days.

The children listened patiently.

Can be suddenly.

Lightning roared.

There was a piercing scream in Long Street.

The child stared intently.

A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was standing in the wind and rain and violently pulling a woman's clothes.

He kept swearing and cursing.

He was burning with anger.

Justice dictates that he will fly away.

But that old man.

It was his grandfather who held him back.

Shaking his head slightly at him.

He said something he couldn't believe.

"Never mind our business, don't go."

The screen crashed again.

The reorganized world is a long street with bleak autumn wind.

The children of yesteryear have become teenagers.

He sat at the door of the gymnasium.

Staring blankly at the tumbling leaves.

"How about Grandpa show you the boundless sea again?"

"Back then, Grandpa's move was invincible all over the world!"

The old man wielded the bamboo knife.

The boy stood up slowly.

With a cold face.

"Can you stop playing that childish game of yours? What is Boundless Sea and Invincible? He is obviously a cowardly, cowardly, useless old guy who only knows how to brag!"

Bitter words.

Like a knife pierced in the heart of the old man.

"Why are you talking to grandpa? Grandpa has never lied to anyone. Who didn't know the charm of my sword back then..."

There was a sudden pause in his voice.

Say no more.

Because there is no one to listen.

The boy walked out of the gym.

Left without looking back.

For an instant.

The old man seemed to have had his spine removed.

Drooping his head.

The bamboo knife in his hand swayed and fell to the ground.

......

"What are you thinking, old guy?" The familiar and unbeatable voice rang in my ears.

But Nagasawa Shinichi unexpectedly did not quarrel with him.

He escaped from his long memory.

He smiled dryly.

No words.

Fukui Wanyan was taken aback.

"Miss your grandson?"

Seeing that Nagasawa Shinichi was still silent, he said to himself again.

"Don't think so much."

"Your grandson is definitely not a murderer. Even if he has been taken to prison, so what, your grandson is innocent."

"don’t worry."

He patted Shinichi Nagasawa on the shoulder.

The latter let out a long breath.

Complex eyes.

the other side.

Aya Hoshino huddled in a corner, her immature face stared blankly at the wooden box placed there, and a silly head poked out.

She poked her face cautiously.

See no response.

Just started pinching it.

"Nezuko."

"Her name is Nezuko."

"It's my sister."

Tanjiro squatted in front of the wooden box, looking at Aya Hoshino with a big smile on his face.

Itachi folded his arms.

Through the window pane.

Staring at the vast night.

dong dong dong-

There was a loud knock on the door.

Go through the hall.

fall on everyone's ears.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

Everyone frowned.

The spontaneous thoughts coincided with each other.

Fukui Wanyan watched carefully through the crack of the door.

Then came the dim lights.

faintly visible.

A figure stood in the dark night.

Fukui Wanyan's gaze continued to move forward.

when it landed on that face.

His pupils dilated dramatically.

next second.

The door was pierced.

A veiny arm wrapped in a gray robe grabbed his neck.

Nagasawa Nobu's expression changed.

Stand up suddenly.