I became Uchiha Sasuke's younger brother

"Itachi, I'm going to find Hayabusa first. You take Sasuke home first." Shisui looked through the barbecue restaurant to the street. The peaceful scene of people coming and going did not dispel the unease in his heart at all.

Itachi looked at the writing on the table and nodded.

Shisui quickly walked out of the barbecue restaurant, came to a corner, and formed a seal with his hands.

With a bang, a crow appeared in front of him.

The dark crow looked at him with two red eyes in a very humane manner and tilted its head.

Zhisui looked solemn. He took out a hair from his arms and threw it into its open mouth.

"find him"

"Gah-"

The crow screamed, as if it had received an order, it spread its wings and flew quickly in a direction.

Zhisui also followed closely, his face expressionless for the first time, his heart full of murderous intent.

Falcon, don't let anything happen to you

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"Oh, oh, it's Lord Orochimaru. These are the children I brought back. So what's my reward?"

"Kabuto, take him there."

The cold voice came slowly, followed closely by a young and gentle voice.

"Here, please come with me."

Kabuto looked at the ninja standing upright in front of him and found that he had no intention of moving, and his expression sank slightly.

Orochimaru, who was writing something down with a pen, raised his head, looked at the masked ninja, and slowly lowered his eyes.

"Ah, what a big gift."

Falcon opened his eyes drowsily, feeling a stinging pain in the back of his head, and his whole body felt weak.

He did not open his eyes rashly, but first sensed himself. The amount of chakra in his body was now only 20% of what it used to be. It was probably only enough to support him to perform some simple three-body techniques, and it was only a one-time use.

I was careless. I didn't expect that the ninjas from the land of water were so powerful. They were probably as strong as chunin. If they had some trump cards, they would have a fighting chance.

He was now being grabbed by the back collar of the ninja and was holding him in his hand like a doll. He thought this place must be this guy's lair.

However, he just seemed to hear this person say Lord Orochimaru? This person's name seemed inexplicably familiar. While he was thinking, Falcon felt a sharp gaze scanning his body, and at the same time, a voice sounded.

"You brat from the Uchiha clan——"

Falcon, whose identity was revealed, did not pretend to be unconscious at this time. He opened his eyes directly and struggled to look up at the person in front of him.

His long black hair hung around his pale face, and his golden eyes were covered with strange purple eyeshadow. Orochimaru licked his mouth, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

Orochimaru looked at the doll held by the man with interest. He thought of the cold black and white eyes he saw before, and his calm and fearless look now. He seemed to see this body. The different soul below, he is really interested in him.

He opened his mouth and said

"What kind of reward do you want, the rebel ninja of Kirigakure Village—Isamu Uchihara?"

The man holding him tightly seemed to smile

"Pfft, Orochimaru-sama, for a rebellious ninja, what is more important than money? How much do you think an Uchiha is worth, then just give me that amount." The man called Uchihara Isamu said Falcon said in front of him, "Goodbye, little bastard, don't run around next time~"

Orochimaru watched the man keep the falcon underground, and then waved to Kabuto

"Take him to Area C."

"Yes, Lord Orochimaru."

As if he saw the golden money that he would get later, Uchihara Isamu smiled brightly, and followed the expressionless Kabuto towards the door with brisk steps.

Hayabusa stood up from the ground and distanced himself from Orochimaru who was sizing him up in front of him.

At the same time, he observed the surroundings without any trace, only to find that the place he was in was not the corridor, but a room that looked like a research room. There were various instruments and a bed next to Orochimaru. Lying on the bed was a disemboweled corpse.

Is this a human experiment?

Although he was aware of the problem, he did not keep his eyes on the body for long. He raised his head and looked at Orochimaru, who seemed to be observing his reaction.

"Lord Orochimaru, one of the three ninjas?"

As if he noticed his fleeting gaze, Orochimaru laughed muffledly, his purple eye shadow reflected his golden vertical pupils, glowing with an eerie light in the dim room. He opened his mouth and finished with a tone with a strange hissing sound

"I remember you, Uchiha Fugaku's son, Itachi's younger brother, Uchiha Hayabusa. An Uchiha without any emotion in his eyes. He clearly looked at the martyr, but with condescending indifference and ruthlessness."

Hayabusa could not deny his evaluation. He did not refute, but simply said: "Isn't it the same with Orochimaru-sama?" His smile was very bright at that time.

He carefully suppressed his urge to use the Sharingan, after all, his current chakra could not support him to use it.

"Can you please let me go back first? My brother and the others must be anxious. I have also made an appointment to have barbecue with them. If possible, I will bring the ninja from Kirigakure Village with me."

It means that his disappearance is not unknown. Soon the Uchiha clan will know that he is missing and come to find him. If you don't want to expose your identity, let him go quickly, and accordingly, he will help conceal it. This fact.

Such rational and clear words are completely unlike those spoken by a child.

Orochimaru's interest in him became more and more intense. He licked his lips, and his pale teeth were covered with scarlet in a flash: "Guess what reward I will give him to reward him for bringing me a Uchiha."

Hayabusa's perception was compressed to the extreme when facing Orochimaru. He didn't even dare to mobilize chakra. If he used the Sharingan, he might be able to escape from the hands of the person just now, but facing one of the famous Sannin , he was still weak and had no power to resist.

He could only put down his threatening words and replied: "He will die."

The childish and powerful voice echoed in Orochimaru's ears, and excitement gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Why do you say that?"

"He put your identity in danger of being exposed, because the Sandaime-sama shouldn't know what Orochimaru-sama did, right? He collaborated with Sotomura on human experiments. Once this news gets out, we can only eliminate the root cause first."

As if to confirm what he said, a short scream sounded out, and the fragrance of blood made Falcon confirm that the person just now was dead.

Orochimaru glanced up and down the falcon, and found that there was no look of fear or fear on his face. He took a few steps closer, squatted down slightly, and looked into the falcon's eyes, as if looking at prey, filled with murderous intent. His whole body.

Falcon suddenly tensed up, and the remaining chakra was automatically mobilized. He subconsciously wanted to form a seal to stay away from the person in front of him. The extreme murderous intention cracked his calm shell, and his expressionless face showed true vigilance.

"substitute"

Just before he successfully formed the seal, an instinctive warning caused him to stop his movements. He understood at that moment that if he moved, he would die.

Something was watching him from behind, and its cold gaze made his heart tremble.

Just when he thought he was going to die here, Orochimaru suddenly retracted his murderous intention. He stretched out his hand and poked his cheek, smiling evilly.

"I thought you kid wouldn't be scared. You are indeed more troublesome. You have such a large amount of chakra at this age, and you recover quickly." His sharp fingertips slid down his cheek and came to On the slender neck, "Come to think of it, it's not inferior to Shisui's qualifications at all. Uchiha, I'm very interested in your blood chakra eyes."

He held his hand on that neck, exerting a slight force

"I'll give you two choices. First, die. Although it's a bit troublesome, it doesn't matter to me."

"Second, I'll let you go back. What do you want?"

Hayabusa was strangled by the neck, and the gradual loss of oxygen made his mind a little dizzy, but this could not delay him from realizing the change in Orochimaru's attitude.

As soon as he saw him, he understood that the chance of his death would be very small. If it were a ninja from another country, he would definitely be killed, but it happened to be Orochimaru, and he was still researching in secret, so he would not be able to survive He started an investigation, so he would give priority to subduing him, but this did not mean that he could not kill him. After all, even if he killed him, he would only defect from the village at most.

Falcon could see clearly, so he controlled his reaction and gritted his teeth and said, "Secondly, what's the condition?"

Orochimaru relaxed his palms, and the delicate neck in his palms was beating rapidly. His dark, shuddering eyes were filled with physiological water. His rapid breathing hit his cold wrist, Orochimaru He licked his lips subconsciously, as if he could think of how beautiful it would be to have those bright red patterns on his eyes.

"Conditions," he said, "cooperate with my experiment, Mr. Hayabusa."

Hayabusa breathed in the air, and the feeling of dying almost made him reveal his Sharingan, but he knew it was useless. For a person who was so powerful, the Sharingan was nothing more than that.

"I promise."

After receiving the answer, Orochimaru stood up with satisfaction.

Falcon covered his neck and looked up, and saw something flashing in his hand.

Orochimaru's cold hoarse voice sounded in the room, with a strange smile

"Kabuto, ask the people in Kirigakure Village to give our little one a gift."

"Okay, Orochimaru-sama."

The man wearing a mask and robe with blood on his body stood quietly behind the falcon.

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Hayabusa was blindfolded. He was held by the person he called Kabuto and walked toward the exit in a swaying manner.

The hands that met his in the darkness were cold, making Falcon feel like he was holding a corpse.

In the corridor illuminated by lights, Kabuto Yakushi walked calmly.

The palm of his hand was warm and fragile that he had never touched before, as if he would break it if he exerted force.

This reminded him of the rabbit he hunted when he was still in the orphanage. It was also weak and fragile, but in the end it was skinned and boned. He raised his lips silently. In this world, weak is the biggest. Sin.

"We're here." Kabuto Yakushi let go of his hand and said with an indifferent expression, "Someone will come and take you away later. Stay here."

Hayabusa looked at the person in front of him, and the emptiness he suppressed gradually invaded his body. The consumption of chakra and the opening of Sharingan intensified his desire. Under the temptation of the blood of the person in front of him, he even couldn't control it. took a step forward.

Falcon unconsciously reached out and took the hand. There was a long and narrow wound on it, as well as dried dark red blood.

It smells so good. Falcon is close to the wound in a daze.

Kabuto Yakushi froze and looked down at him in surprise.

The sharp teeth of the falcon bit hard at the soft flesh next to his cheek, letting the pain suppress his unnatural desire. He took out the kunai from the ninja bag tied to his thigh by the pharmacist's pocket, slashed the hem of his shirt, and tore it into strips.

"You're injured, please bandage it."

He restrainedly placed the cloth strip on the wound on his hand, and then turned around.

Yakushi Kabuto looked at the black cloth on his hand with strange eyes. The irregular shape could show the unrest in the heart of the person who cut it.

Is he caring about him?

He thought of his obedient appearance when he blindfolded him, and the softness in his hand, and subconsciously clenched his hand. He seemed to want to provoke a smile, but failed.

It's just a child who has never experienced suffering and killing, so he has such a leisurely mind.

Yakushi Kabuto looked at the red and white family crest behind him expressionlessly, slowly backed away, turned around, and slipped the cloth strip in his hand.