Promoting Konoha's cup of wine at the Magic College

The rain became lighter. The torrential and violent wind and rain gradually began to patter, and the wind was no longer so fast. The white mist lingered between the sky and the earth, hiding everything in the world in the mist.

The flames in the cave burned steadily regardless of the wind and rain outside, and casually exuded the faint aroma of pine wood.

His ears and cheeks were extremely hot. He knew he must be red without looking at him. Gojo Satoru stood up and walked towards the entrance of the cave, pretending to look far into the distance without opening the lower limit. The rain was blown in by the wind and moistened his face: "...Ah, the world of ninjas and so on, it sounds very hot-blooded and comic. No wonder you don't feel like a modern person at first, Hitomi?"

At that time, he thought her family was an old feudal family with very strict management.

"That's right," Hitomi Uchiha sat hugging her knees, her warm black eyes reflecting the flashing bright firelight, "I'm sorry, in the world of spells, I can't reveal too much information about this world to you. It’s best not to talk too much about the magic world in this world.”

"I see," Gojo Satoru estimated that the heat on his face should have cooled down due to the wind and rain outside before walking back, "But it's nothing important." He could probably understand this, it should be the rules of heaven or something like that. s things.

Hitomi Uchiha hummed and lowered his eyelashes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow on his face. The firewood burned and the flames were blazing. Hitomi inevitably thought of her father Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, but for some reason, she felt a feeling similar to the shyness of being close to home.

It was not a good time to go back at this time. Hitomi thought that she had not grown up enough. After all, it would be too embarrassing to be forced by the enemy to go back to her hometown to see her father! Hitomi Uchiha buried her face in her knees.

But, she really missed them.

"I didn't expect it, really." Sensing Uchiha Hitomi's somewhat depressed mood, Gojo Satoru began to change the subject in a brisk tone, attracting Hitomi's attention, "It turns out that waking up and coming to a different world can really happen. It happened! It felt like I had entered the game world. The warrior who accidentally traveled to another world had to go through various difficulties and obstacles to defeat the evil dragon or the devil. In short, he went through all the obstacles and overcome all difficulties, and finally rescued the princess. Gained experience and treasure, and passed the game!"

Evil dragon...

Uchiha Hitomi suddenly stood up and looked at Gojo Maomao seriously: "Speaking of that time, the curse master who designed us was also involved with us. She is probably also in this world now. We must We need to catch her as soon as possible.”

Otherwise, the alien curser is likely to cause immeasurable damage to the world.

She said she seemed to have forgotten something!

Thinking of the flash of scars on the forehead of the curser wearing a peaked cap in the rearview mirror, Hitomi raised her head and straightened her expression: "Besides, I doubt that curser, she is the one that Glass and I thought could steal other people's bodies. A curser who acquires other people’s spells.”

*

Uchiha Sasuke and Ruo Li were walking in the wind and rain in an uninhabited village that was dilapidated and abandoned because of the war. The only sound of rain was the sound of his clogs on the stone steps, which echoed desolately in the lonely night.

There seemed to be an explosion at the base southeast of Orochimaru, so neither he nor Kabuto were at the base these days, making Sasuke very irritable. Of course, it's not that Sasuke Uchiha cares much about Orochimaru, it's just that Orochimaru is not here, and his current ninjutsu practice has reached a bottleneck with no one to guide him, so he is particularly agitated.

It was too slow. Even though Orochimaru, the pervert, had praised his rapid progress countless times, Sasuke knew in his heart that it was too slow, too slow. He couldn't wait.

He wanted to kill with his own hands the murderer who massacred the entire clan, the cold and cruel executioner, the man who had the same blood as him but betrayed it.

——His brother, Uchiha Itachi.

The brother he had admired and admired deeply during his relatively carefree childhood suddenly raised a butcher's knife to his tribe's relatives and friends one day, turning that night into a bloody nightmare.

Those clan members, the kind old woman selling tomatoes on the street, the children gathering in the dessert shop laughing and eating, the adults patrolling Konoha to protect everyone's safety, the people in the ninja shop choosing weapons excitedly and carefully

Half a ninja...

Every time Uchiha Sasuke closed his eyes, their blood-stained faces would appear in his mind. Although he didn't want to forget, those once vivid faces were still getting blurry day by day, while at the same time, the image of the sinful man became blurry day by day. Clearer.

It was a clear reminder to Uchiha Sasuke that he must kill that man with his own hands to avenge everyone in Uchiha. In order to achieve this goal, he was willing to betray the Ninja Village and join forces with a rebellious Ninja like Orochimaru with ulterior motives, as long as he could kill that man.

As long as you can kill him.

The thunder roared, as if Uchiha Sasuke's heart was beating angrily in his chest.

Such a perfect thunder and lightning, just in time. Uchiha Sasuke raised his face slightly, closed his eyes, and thought silently in his heart.

Thunder Dun Qilin.

Zi-wu-shen-wu-mao.

Electric light ignited in Uchiha Sasuke's body, dark clouds pressed in, and bright lightning flowed in the thick black clouds. He tried to use his human body to naturally transfer the power of thunder and lightning to the sky——

Thousands of thunder and lightning fell instantly like a man-eating beast, guided by Sasuke's hand, razing everything in front of him to the ground in an instant, and the dilapidated buildings were reduced to ashes under the roar of thunder.

Successful.

In the ruins, one of the only Uchiha people in the world laughed heartily, because this would be his technique to kill another Uchiha. The blood-red Sharingan glowed scarlet in the dark night.

Although the current Kirin is far from a perfect technique, it is still constrained by various conditions such as weather and venue, but Uchiha Sasuke has seen a glimmer of hope.

Hope that killed that man.

Suddenly, a woman's weak cry came from the deep darkness.

Why is there anyone? Uchiha Sasuke frowned. He had never felt anyone's chakra before, which was why he chose to experiment with the power of new techniques here.

Generally speaking, chakra is energy extracted from the body, and even ordinary people have chakra. Ninjas combine chakra and seal to use ninjutsu, while samurai practice swordsmanship by condensing chakra on the blade.

Of course, having chakra does not mean that you can learn ninjutsu. A cruel reality is that illusion and ninjutsu require talent for practice. Only taijutsu requires the lowest threshold but is also the most difficult: only by putting in a thousand times the effort of others can taijutsu become an outstanding ninja.

For example, Metkai and Rock Lee, who practice Eight Door Dungeon, are two hot-blooded idiots who shout passionately about youth every day. Speaking of hot-blooded idiots, Naruto is no less generous...

Naruto.

That crane tail...

Uchiha Sasuke paused and interrupted his random thoughts. Although he had a lot of miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, it only took a short moment for him to reorganize his thoughts and look at the source of the sound with an expressionless face.

It was a woman who was dressed a little strangely. Uchiha Sasuke frowned slightly.

No, he didn't really think she was strange. Ninjas dressed up in all kinds of ways, and there were even many people who transformed their bodies into human beings and ghosts. Even he himself had changed since he followed Orochimaru. It became an open-breasted outfit, and it was extremely cool to wear, but the premise was that the ninja was mostly in order to match his own ninjutsu. He himself wore it so that it was easy to put on and take off because of the changing form of the curse seal.

And civilians don't dress up in weird ways. In this world where there is overall peace but constant local turmoil, civilians want to dress themselves up so that they are invisible to everyone. The more inconspicuous the better, so as not to be too ostentatious and run into unreasonable nobles. A samurai, or a moody ninja, would die if he didn't like it.

A woman, a weak woman with no chakra, dressed quite beautifully, and full of doubts.

Sasuke was secretly suspicious, but fortunately his expression was always cold, making it difficult for unfamiliar people to see his mood and anger.

"who are you?"

The woman was wearing a hat and raised her face slightly, revealing a pair of pitiful eyes. There seemed to be a deep scar on her forehead.

"Excuse me, are you a member of the Uchiha family?"

Uchiha Sasuke narrowed his eyes, and he emphasized the tone of the previous sentence.

"Who are you?"

"Just an ordinary person who admires the power of Uchiha."

The woman walked forward slowly and docilely. In the misty heavy rain and the smell of mud and rain, Sasuke suddenly smelled a faint, vague fragrance.

*

Without further ado, we must find the Curse Master as soon as possible.

Regardless of the fact that it was still raining outside, Uchiha Hitomi held Gojo Satoru's hand, and the unlimited technique instantly covered the two of them, blocking out the wind and rain in the world.

"Satoru, can you see the curse master?" When Hitomi Uchiha was in the world of curses, he could use his pupil power to "borrow" some curse power from other worlds, so he could see and attack the curse spirits, but he was out of the curse. It will be difficult for the world to see the remnants of curse power anymore, and it can only rely on the power of Gojo Satoru to find the curse master.

Fortunately, Satoru was there, and Hitomi Uchiha, who was used to fighting alone, was slightly moved.

Is this what it feels like to have a close friend fighting side by side?

Gojo Satoru was obviously unaware of the strangeness of Hitomi Uchiha. As a "best friend" certified by an old Konoha man, he was calculating a large number of numbers in his mind to perform spells.

"The distance is a bit far, but I can see the remnants of the curse that still remain. Hitomi, hold on tight, I'm leaving."

With the sound of wind whistling in their ears, the two teleported to a devastated battle relic.

"There!" The five cats stared with their round blue eyes and pointed quickly in the direction of the Curse Master.

She was bending over, as if about to attack an unconscious man.

We must not let this curse master succeed!

Uchiha Hitomi's inner alarm went off, and she had no time to think about it. In desperation, she subconsciously opened her Sharingan and threw out a set of Uchiha shurikens, interrupting the woman's movements——

The seemingly unconscious man suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and twisted the neck of the woman who was about to strike, and at the same time got out of the range of the shuriken.

The curser screamed and passed out in the man's hands.

A flash of lightning illuminated two pairs of blood-like Sharingan eyes looking at each other.

Sasuke Uchiha! It turns out that this is the period of Sasuke and Naruto!

Hitomi stared at him blankly. The innocent child in her memory who liked to rely on her brother to act like a spoiled child has grown so big.

Sasuke changed so much that Hitomi couldn't recognize him for a while.

Uchiha Sasuke stared deeply at Hitomi's Sharingan, looking at the black magatama spinning in Hitomi's blood-colored eyes, and after looking at each other for a while, she silently retracted her Sharingan and restored her pure and gentle black pupils. If It is impossible for a foreigner to open and close the Sharingan so freely.

For example, his former teacher Hatake Kakashi.

The faces of his people kept popping up in his mind.

"Are you from the Uchiha clan?"

His voice was slightly trembling and choked.