A psychic beast reincarnated as an Uchiha

The room was very dark, with only a small area of ​​light by the window, and a fine air flowing around it, but I could see his expression clearly, and the small space in my eyes was filled with light.

He was just drinking another glass of warm water, and when he heard my words, his face turned red and he coughed for a long time.

The sky was as red as puberty.

No, it's more like a cluster of red roses blooming in full bloom. They bloom calmly on a windless sunny day and make me unable to take my eyes away.

I felt my throat was tight. I came back to my senses. After drinking some water, I said to Uchiha Hyakuri: "This secret technique has no origin or use. That person must have done something to Uchiha during that time. Uchiha Poirot was obviously in such a state that he suffered some great stimulation."

Like a desperate gambler, stripped of his sanity, revealing his madness, I added the second half in my mind.

Uchiharo's subconscious expression when he saw me.

Three points of affection, three points of sorrow, and four points of helplessness.

Who said a man's eyes can't be filled with fan-shaped statistical charts? I have pictures here and the truth. I thought about it half-heartedly, half-heartedly, half-heartedly, half-heartedly, half-heartedly, half-heartedly.

What did he see through me at that time?

Or who did you see?

I don't think I have anything unique about my appearance, but I look like the Uchiha clan. It's very possible that I could have mistaken it due to the poor lighting conditions at the time. The first thing a stranger sees when they see me is...short hair?

Grabbing a strand of slightly curly hair and wrapping it around my finger, I thought for a while and asked, "Hakuji, do you know who Uchiharo is close to?"

"Clan leader." Uchiha Momoji replied without hesitation.

I clicked my tongue.

"Who else is there besides my former colleagues?"

Hearing this, Uchiha Momoji understood. He pinched his fingers unconsciously and managed to find a pair of somewhat innocent eyes from his memory.

"I heard from the patriarch that he had a daughter, but the relationship was not very good. I have never seen them go out together."

it is as expected.

"Does this person have short hair?" I asked.

"I don't know." Obviously Uchiha Momoji would not remember this.

I sighed, knowing that Uchiha Momotsugi's character was surprisingly straightforward, and would not pay attention to things he didn't care about. I turned around and touched the lines on my forehead, and I'd better ask Sora.

It's easy to talk to Sora who is directly connected to my life. Contractors always have some weird conveniences, don't they?

After a while, Sora's words confirmed my suspicion.

A woman with short hair, a broken bond.

is his daughter.

The most quarrel between Uchiharo and his daughter revolves around his wife, the mother of a child who died young. His daughter always says: "That's just you. Everything is more important than me. You always ignore me and abandon me. In the end, there is nothing." Mother, where is the home?"

Maybe the fathers of the Uchiha clan are silent and serious, unable to express let alone praise, and the same is true for Uchiha.

She will understand me when she grows up, Uchiha Luo comforted herself.

There was no time, and the person who died first was not Uchiharo.

"Have you seen anything with your Sharingan?" The last scene was the scene where his daughter died in his arms. She opened her eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"There must be nothing."

Uchiharo once again walked into the empty yard and looked around. The scene of her daughter leaving home for the last time came to mind again. She was neatly dressed, a little impatient, a little sentimental, and seemed full of hope. She looked back when she walked to the door. glanced at him.

It was obviously a day like any other.

No one knew that Uchiharo gave up on a very important person on that ordinary day.

Every day after that, Uchiharo thought more than once, if he had been hurt by the truth instead of being deceived by lies, would he not have gained and then lost, which would be more hurtful than never getting.

Uchiharo thought angrily and distressedly: I don't regret it, I just want to know who she wants to see. Is there any friend she wants to see again next spring?

Uchiha cannot take his life lightly, because this life not only belongs to him, but also to Uchiha.

Death failed to separate the father and daughter who had been indifferent to each other during life. On the contrary, death pulled in the people who had been separated during life.

I didn't expect that this sincere feeling would be taken advantage of by others.

Uchiha Hyakatsuki was carrying me on his way. After listening, he asked me: "Because the last relative died, did I develop uncontrollable hatred for Uchiha?"

I said lazily: "No, this man values ​​the prosperity of his family very seriously and has a strong sense of responsibility. The truth is that he never betrayed the Uchiha clan until his death."

Uchiha Hyakatsu didn't care at all about my messy hands, running smoothly, avoiding the branches, and said: "Then the person we saw is not Uchiha Roo?"

Looking at the messy hair of my man, I took back my hand, patted his head, and simply replied: "It's him but it's not him."

"...It turns out this is the enemy's secret technique."

"Don't worry, these people don't have any good ninjutsu except secret techniques." I yawned, looking unmotivated.

People who can only hide in the dark, no matter how powerful they are, look at Madara, who has the highest force value. If they had half of this fighting power, they would rush up and beat us.

I secretly looked down on them.

I couldn't find what Madara asked me to look for. It probably fell into the hands of the enemy.

"I'm much better now, please let me down." I tugged on Uchiha Hyakuri's clothes.

I took out the map and looked at it carefully. After confirming the direction, I took Uchiha Hyakusaki and ran towards the land of River Country at full speed.

"Let's go look for the lost knife now. There may be clues from Yezi of River Country."

/

"What the hell is that knife?"

No one answered my question.

Looking at the messy room and the blood scattered everywhere, all the smells were mixed for a while, and I was a little silent.

Of course, Uchiha Momoji remembers that I have a good sense of smell, and deliberately reduces unnecessary communication and physical contact to avoid making me feel more uncomfortable.

After walking out of the room, I took a deep breath and bit the fingers of my right hand. I took Uchiha Mokatsuki's hand and scrawled the most familiar and earliest pattern I recognized on his palm. He looked up at me in surprise. I said nothing and shook my head slightly.

A few steps further out and we were trapped.

After the silent confrontation, the other party couldn't stay any longer. One of them walked towards us, while the others remained motionless.

"..."

The distance is getting closer and closer, and my body is a little stiff. What's going on with this familiar feeling?

Uchiha Momoji turned around slightly and stood in front of me, ready to take action at any moment.

"I found you, Uchiha Shun." The man spoke.

His hand scratched his throat impatiently, and he was a little excited and sighed: "I didn't expect two people to come. It seems that Uchiha Luo's bait caught a big fish."

The black clothes were attached to a hood, and the man's face could not be seen. Only the cuffs and the white embroidery on the back of the clothes proved the identity of the person in front of him.

"Who are you?" I looked directly into his eyes, frighteningly frank, "I didn't know anyone dared to ask for something belonging to our Uchiha clan."

He sneered and said boldly: "I have already received a lot from Uchiharo, but this is not enough. I will also accept the two of you."

This feeling is indeed the Sharingan.

"I will use my new power to play with you today. Thank me, stupid Uchiha."

This person is very strong, both in physical skills and illusion.

Although there seems to be no flaws, there is a clear distinction between the autumn sunshine and the summer sunshine.

I can't beat him yet.

Because Baiji and I are both good at physical arts and illusions, we were at a loss when facing him. The enemies next to us were running around like flies, which made people upset.

This time the main purpose is to collect intelligence, not to repel the enemy. Both Uchiha Hyakatsuki and I know that delaying time can get more things.

From the beginning to the end of this battle, that person was in a dominant position and had absolute control over the outcome. I faithfully recorded this battle through sensory perception.

Even if I am seriously injured, as long as Sora is still there, I will not die. With this mentality, I will just defend and not attack in the second half, hoping that this can be replicated by Sora and their feelings.

So when my body was pierced by a long sword, my first reaction was to look at Uchiha Hyakatsuki who was kicked away by me.

Uchiha Momoki, who fell far away, stumbled and stood up holding the knife, which made me feel relieved a little. The kick wasn't heavy, but Baiji was injured, and I didn't want to accidentally make his injury worse.

Until I saw the sword clearly on my body.

Feeling the rapid loss of perception, I struggled to raise my hand to form a seal. The Uchiha Baiji who rushed towards me suddenly disappeared, "Reverse Psychic Technique"

Falling to the ground, I put my hand on the wound and it was stained with blood. I swallowed the blood on my hand and estimated that the amount of blood was enough, then lowered my eyes, and my vision gradually blurred.

Too bad, I've only been focusing on the mission these days and haven't told Madara yet that I made a new friend, I thought a little dazedly.

What a coincidence, I know this sword.

Legend has it that the person who is stabbed will be permanently sealed in a drunken dream-like illusion world. The sealing sword is called Shukarari Tachi.

——Ten Fist Sword.

I know I will be waiting for a long time. While I waited, time stood still.

Other people's time is still passing through the same river basin at the same speed as always, but in my time, winter has come early and is covered with thick ice.

/

In the Uchiha Cemetery.

"Sora, bring Shun back!" Uchiha Izuna shouted loudly.

"..."

Uchiha Sora, who had just connected my vision and hearing, was uncharacteristically silent.

"...What's wrong?" Uchiha Madara asked with a stern face.

"I can't feel her anymore." Uchiha Baiji looked up, the new red three magatama was spinning, his voice was a little hoarse, "Nowhere."

The hoarse cry of a crow came from the grass, and the surrounding area became even darker with its cries.

Uchiha Madara looked at the corpse with empty eyes, arranged the follow-up, turned around and strode away with Izuna and Sora.

The most outrageous thing Uchiha did in her life was to secretly keep her daughter's eyes after killing her daughter who wanted to leave the Uchiha clan.

But he didn't expect that this would almost push Uchiha into the abyss.

All silent objects are witnesses of death, such as white bamboo leaves.