A psychic beast reincarnated as an Uchiha

Private PK Academy—Entrance Ceremony

It has been rainy for several days, and finally today, the sun is warm.

There were flowers and standing signs to welcome the newlyweds at the school gate. The cherry blossoms blew away with the wind, and a few petals fell on the black curly hair. The boy pinched it with his fingers and rubbed it, and the soft touch stayed on his fingers.

Following the cherry blossoms all over the ground in spring, the boy put one hand in his pocket and walked leisurely into the gate of the campus.

There were many students participating in the entrance ceremony, including young and lively girls and enthusiastic and unrestrained teenagers. The heat of life was running through them.

The black-haired boy was different from the young and lively boys and girls around him. He had an almost mean indifference.

He keenly noticed that the originally noisy discussion behind him became more chaotic.

The hands in his pockets subconsciously tightened and he stopped. He looked down at the school uniform and breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing wrong.

The familiar 6666 color number school uniform.

How about skipping class?

The young man who was standing there raised his head with some distress. A drop of rain happened to hit his face, and then the heavy rain became heavier. He quickly walked to the eaves of the teaching building to hide from the rain.

The weather in April was warm and sunny a few minutes ago, but now it's windy, rainy, and thundery.

It happened to rain when there was no umbrella.

He took off his wet coat, revealing his white shirt, put the coat on his arms, rubbed his hair, and slowly rolled up his trousers.

Ahhhhh!

The girl hiding from the rain next to her covered her nose and suddenly rushed into the rain. Another short girl with a red face didn't seem worried about her partner, but looked at the boy with warm eyes.

Why are the sounds around me getting louder and louder?

The young man looked around blankly.

At this time, a girl with holy light came out holding an umbrella, raised the umbrella, and smiled gently at him.

"Oh hoo." The boy who was soaked in the rain not far from here looked in the direction of the girl and his pupils began to tremble, "Damn it, is it because I'm not handsome?"

Only then did the young man realize that he needed to lean down slightly to speak to the girl.

"……thank you very much."

He got into the small blue umbrella, took the handle from her hand, and quietly acted like a taciturn and honest man. He completely covered the girl with the umbrella, leaving his shoulders exposed to the rain.

Girl: That’s it! ?

The girl was obviously not used to this kind of silence and started to talk: "Are you a transfer student? Ah, I don't mean anything else. I don't think I have seen you in school before."

I thought to myself: You must be so shy that you don’t know what to do if you can hold an umbrella with me, because I am a cute, kind and perfect girl!

It's a pity that the person opposite is a guy who hasn't woken up and doesn't even look at her.

The boy, who also didn't know his own setting, answered her calmly: "I am a sophomore in high school."

"I'm Ryuzaki Shun, it's our first time meeting you." The young man turned to look at her, "You are..."

No, it's not the first time we met. She looks familiar. I should have seen her somewhere.

"My name is Teruhashi Shinmei, please take good care of me."

She is a beautiful girl.

/

With my student ID in hand, I finally found the classroom for my sophomore year of high school.

Pushing open the classroom door, a warm halo spread in the classroom. I yawned lazily and walked in to find my seat.

There was no hesitant pause at all, and I looked like I was entering this classroom for the first time.

According to the protagonist template, I will most likely sit in the back row by the window.

I thought casually as I walked closer to the window.

Ah, there's someone here.

The boy with unruly hair was leaning on the table with his back to me, looking out the window motionless, looking like he was in a daze.

Hearing the footsteps, he turned to look at me, his expression softened for a moment, and he said in a smiling voice: "Good morning, Shun."

"Ah..." I rubbed my eyes and wiped away the tears squeezed out from yawning, but my throat couldn't make a sound.

"What happened?" The person in front of me asked with concern, opened his own thermos cup and handed it to me.

"...No, it's nothing." I lowered my eyes, took the water glass and took a sip. The water temperature was suitable for the entrance. It was empty as expected, and I was as careful as ever.

"Good morning, Sora." I paused, "...where is my seat?"

"puff"

I looked at him helplessly and smiled.

"In the seat in front of me." Air Conditioner said, "Shun, you won't stay up all night playing games again."

I quickly pulled out my chair and sat down, and replied, "I don't have one. I've already quit playing video games."

Recently I was just looking for something all night long, because I didn’t have any clues, and I couldn’t find it even after wandering around for so long.

A pack of red bean bread and a few pieces of candy were placed on my table. My heart felt warm. As if waiting for me to find out, Sora's voice came from behind, "I brought you breakfast. The taste is the same as before. I'll give you a water cup." Do you want it?"

"Ah."

After class, I turned around and sat on my chair, watching the wind and clouds disappear, and suddenly said with emotion: "If it is too realistic, it doesn't deserve to be called..."

"Huh?" Kong didn't hear clearly. He was peeling an apple.

"I just said that if it is too realistic, it is not worthy of being called youth." I repeated it patiently and added another sentence.

"Youth is a short-lived dream."

"When you wake up, it will have long disappeared." Sora added this sentence, and then put the peeled apple in my hand, "Shun, have you read Shakespeare's books recently?"

"No, I just happened to read this sentence."

I shook the magazine in my other hand.

Being watched by Sora, I had no choice but to attend class honestly and didn't find time to wander around.

After a full day of classes, I came home with my homework and had a headache. Thinking that tomorrow was the weekend, I took out my phone and sent a text message to Sora, and received a reply the next second.

——Then come to my house tomorrow and do homework together.

Satisfied, I returned home briskly.

Opening the door, he subconsciously raised his head and said, "I'm back."

There was no one in the dark house, separated from the crowd, and I became an abandoned orphan again. The word family was more like a cold word on paper, without flesh and blood to make it rich, vivid, and emotional.

This is Ryuzaki's life more than ten years ago.

I finally accepted my imperfections. Even if I put them in a clay pot, I am my own baby. This is the essence of my life.

I stood silently at the door for a while, then closed the door as if nothing had happened. I turned on the light and went to the kitchen to start cooking.

When I have experienced something, the same scenery in front of me is no longer the same as before.

/

It rains again.

I arrived at Uchiha's house in a state of embarrassment. My usually fluffy hair hung down and lay softly on my cheeks, covering my eyes. I stood in the entrance hall without stepping on the floor, like a puppy that had fallen into the water.

"Your shoulders are soaked, Shun." Sora took out a towel and wiped it for me. He pushed me to the bathroom and asked me to take a shower first.

It's okay to take a shower, but who brings clothes to study, right?

"Why did you come here without an umbrella?" Kong asked.

"It wasn't raining when we went out, so we're not far away anyway." I answered him with a towel on my head.

In fact, I just dropped it somewhere when I went out to investigate.

"Don't go to my house to get clothes." I changed the subject teasingly, "How about I wear your clothes?"

"..." Kong, who was standing behind me, leaned back unconsciously. He felt his ears were a little hot and covered them with his hands.

"I'm kidding, my clothes can..." I quickly made amends.

"Okay, I'll get you some clothes."

"Eh?"

"It's okay, I have a lot of black clothes."

Wait, that’s not the problem. What I care about is not the color of the clothes! Mine, ah no, yours, should I wear it?

I know my expression must be very stiff now.

"Oh." They are all boys. Why don't they feel guilty about wearing brother's clothes? "Then I'll leave it to you."

As soon as we went upstairs, we saw Madara leaning against the wall.

Please, I didn’t hear you, I didn’t hear you…

"You can definitely use the dryer."

Madara looked at me with subtle eyes.

I was instantly discouraged.

"...Brother Madara."

Instead, Sora relaxed, took the towel off my head, and blinked.

A silent understanding passed between us.

So after taking a shower, I swaggered into a black short-sleeved shirt, and there was even a pattern of Uchiha Uchiha fans on the back of the dress.

ha! Damn you, Brother Ban, who do you think Kong is listening to?

In the living room downstairs.

An unseen little sea urchin groaned at the side, expressing dissatisfaction that Izuna forgot to buy him three-color meatballs.

Because it was raining heavily outside, Quan Nai hurried back: "..."

"What a troublesome thing" was written on his fair face.

The little sea urchin flattened its mouth and its eyes became moist.

With quick eyes and hands, Quan Nai grabbed me, who had "Big Wrongful Son" written on his face, and pointed at the child, gesturing for me to comfort the little sea urchin.

I looked at Izuna, who had an irritated face, and Madara, who was frowning. Indeed, these two people are good at fighting, but they definitely don't know how to comfort people.

But I can't take care of Uchiha's family affairs, my eyes said so.

Quan Nai twitched the corner of his mouth and patted the fan behind me. Then what are you wearing? He said.

"Where is our house empty?"

"I'm making dessert for you in the kitchen." Izuna said through gritted teeth.

I smiled and showed my fangs.

Quan Nai: "...laughing is so disgusting."

I:? smile gradually disappears

I glanced at him and saw that there were an old man (Madara) and a child (a boy) present. In line with the moral concept of respecting the old and loving the young, I said nothing.

The cute kid in front of me stared with round eyes. I squatted on the floor and was amused by his expression. I pinched his face and said angrily, "Izuna is embarrassed to apologize, but let me tell you, he Next time I buy you five bunches of three-color meatballs, please forgive him."

Izuna: "Shun!"

The boy lost his anger immediately and smiled happily. The next second he lowered the corner of his mouth and turned his face to the other side, but his eyes fell on Quan Nai, "Then I forgive you. You should remember it next time."

Quan Na nodded casually.

Thinking of Izuna's stinky character, I looked at the boy sympathetically.

At this moment, I suddenly understood Uchiha Itachi's mantra, stupid Oudou.

/

What a beautiful dream.