[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Time and growth always bring pain. That kind of pain is hidden and indescribable, often even undetectable. It is just deep and silent hidden in the joints of bones and the elongation of muscles. When they suddenly look at each other, they realize that they have changed beyond recognition. And the words that were once blurted out without thinking are gradually becoming more and more unspeakable amidst this subtle change.

For example, Itachi, who now thinks he has seen through everything, and Feng Lan, who doesn't know how to explain to him why he is "seriously injured."

Feng Lan was extremely depressed, because she had been seen through Itachi's "Sharingan Byakugan" before, so she didn't dare to make any strange moves anymore. She just held her chest in her arms and hunched her head downcast, followed Itachi like a quail, and walked out furtively.

The people outside were already waiting a little impatiently. Seeing Itachi coming out first, Xie couldn't wait to ask: "Is it untied?"

Itachi nodded and said to Xie smoothly: "You can open the door of the Buddhist hall."

Xie raised his eyebrows, and immediately understood the implication of Itachi's words: Are they asking the people waiting outside to complete this task?

But there is nothing unreasonable about this arrangement. After all, their team had been regrouped by leaving and staying. The seal of "Li Jiu" has been opened by Feng Lan. If that person is still responsible for the next one, it will be unreasonable.

So Itachi just did it on purpose? Is it to prevent Feng Lan from tearing open the last seal?

The sarcastic smile on the corner of Xie's mouth was a little playful, and he replied cheerfully: "Okay!" He was not a person who was afraid of trouble. He could tear off the final seal of the door of the Buddhist hall if he wanted to; besides, who said he would be able to tear it off? ?

With a plan in mind, Scorpio will not be sloppy. He drove directly to the door of the Buddhist hall and casually informed his companions: "I'm about to open the door. Those who are afraid, stay away."

Ah Fei stumbled back a few steps and hid neatly behind the pillars of the corridor, only peeking towards the door. Deidara subconsciously wanted to retreat, but as soon as he took half a step, he was stopped by his own reason. funny! If he, Akatsuki's "Blue Dragon", was as timid as A Fei, that ten-thousand-year candidate, wouldn't it be a disgrace? How will you raise your head in front of your companions in the future? Therefore, even though Deidara was also afraid of some monster coming out of the Buddhist hall, for the sake of face, he knew that "Blue Dragon" would never back down!

Feng Lan doesn't have so many scenes. She was the last one to arrive, and when she saw Xie tearing off the last seal on the door of the Buddhist hall, she became curious and wanted to go forward to join in the fun, but was blocked tightly by Itachi. He wanted to squeeze in and stretch his head out, but was deterred by Itachi's glare, so he had to peek through the gap between Itachi and Kisame.

Hum! Feng Lan was very angry, but Feng Lan didn't dare to make trouble...

Xie Ke was impatient to wait for this group of sand sculptures to finish their performance. Before they could all take their places, he quickly unveiled the talisman.

Crowd: "..."

Hello! Why don't you be so impatient?

The seal fell off, and after a moment of silence, the door of the Buddhist hall suddenly exploded from the inside out. The overflowing air flow formed into a howling wind, which was so fierce that several people couldn't open their eyes and couldn't stand still. He was blown away by the strong wind.

Feng Lan struggled to open one eye the moment before she was blown out. In the haze, she glimpsed through the wide open door. In the Buddhist hall, there was an ancient altar made of stones, with an upright altar standing on it. A long-haired girl in white clothes with her head lowered, her long bright red belt hanging by her side, meandering and hanging down from the edge of the altar [Note].

Suddenly, the girl raised her head, raised her lips and smiled at Feng Lan, her eyes were sad, and two tears of blood fell from her eyes.

Feng Lan suddenly felt horrified, and before he had time to react, he lost consciousness.

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Time is like a countercurrent, tracing back to the original starting point, restoring the broken and returning the lost. In the chaos, Feng Lan saw countless images with depressed or bright colors flying away from her, as if an old and lengthy documentary was being played in reverse, with jumping lags and incoherent interruptions. At this point, she reviewed her bleak half-life, and finally settled on the moment when her fate changed.

A blood moon hung high in the sky, and the familiar residential area was silent. Feng Lan stood at the crossroads leading to the Uchiha clan in Konoha Village, feeling confused. The world is vast, but she is as small as a grain of dust.

However, she was stunned for only half a second, then immediately took her steps and headed somewhere. At first, she just took a few tentative steps forward, and then started to trot quickly. Walking through the streets that were as silent as ghosts, bypassing the winding and narrow alleys, and stepping over countless corpses whose faces were blurred but still worthy of their names. She was focused on nothing but her only destination. The hellish scene around her was cut into pieces in her eyes, turning into a mosaic-like blur of black and red, making her unwilling to even look at it.

There was only one thought in her mind: to stop herself, she must stop her past self!

Feng Lan has never thought about the question of "what if", because she knows that no matter how she assumes, the outcome of the other world line will be beautiful and perfect; but at the point in time where she is, nothing that happened will happen. any changes. Even because the contrast between fantasy and reality is too sharp, it will hurt her heart even more, which is tortured by adversity.

But at this time, she is actually standing on the branch of the ending line, and the direction of the story will be decided by her again.

At this moment, in her mind, the optimal solution based on interests and gains and losses no longer existed. She just wanted to follow her heart, to recover the most precious thing she had lost, and to correct the biggest problem in her life. mistake.

The thousand-step bluestone steps leading to the patriarch's house came to an end in an instant. Feng Lan stood in front of her former residence and looked up. She was suffocated by the far-reaching and tall lintel of the Uchiha family, the faded Uchiha family crest, the dim The glory made her heart ache, so painful that she almost shed tears.

Feng Lan tightened her fists, took a deep breath, and finally pushed open the closed door.

The dusty memories of the past awakened at this moment, and her mind automatically drew a floor plan of the layout of her old residence, guiding her in the direction of progress. The doors opened one after another, and creaking sounds resounded through the quiet mansion. The blood-red moonlight, accompanied by the silver starlight, poured down from the window strings, reflecting blurry light spots on the ground, and was covered by the figures of the flying figures. upset.

Feng Lan finally came to the door of the innermost Japanese room, and with a "swipe" sound, she opened the paper door without hesitation. The cold moonlight reflected by the sword's cold blade shone into her eyes, forcing her to instinctively turn her head and close her eyes to avoid it. When she looked back, she only saw the afterimage of Mikoto slowly falling to the ground. Blood poured out from her neck continuously, spreading a pool of blood on the tatami floor. Her eyes were fixed on the moment she looked at the door, as if time had passed, looking at Feng Lan who had arrived outside the door. Her lips slightly opened and closed several times, but finally there was no movement. But Feng Lan suddenly understood her lips:

"...Thank you for your hard work from now on..."

Feng Lan froze on the spot, and slowly knelt down along the door frame as if she was out of strength, staring blankly at her little self who was holding a bloody sword in the room. The next moment, she burst into tears.

What kind of state of mind would it be like if a person went back to the past and was unable to make any changes or correct any mistakes, but could only relive the most unbearable past?

Feng Lan couldn't describe this feeling in words. She was dazed, powerless, and helpless. The hope that Empress Shen had placed on her just a moment ago was instantly destroyed, as if she suddenly fell from a warm Japanese room filled with warm fragrance into a cold night with wind and snow, no light and no moon. She couldn't find the direction, so she could only stumble through the snow holding the wound that had been opened and bleeding again. She couldn't see the starting point or the end point.

She crawled on her knees and climbed towards the bodies of her parents, as useless as she had been since she was a child. The distance of only a few steps was as difficult for her as crossing a natural chasm. Moments before holding Mikoto's cold hand, she finally exhausted all her strength and collapsed. Feng Lan tried hard several times, but couldn't move any further.

She fell to the ground and cried bitterly, like a child who had done something wrong and was abandoned: "...Dad, mom...I'm sorry! Feng Lan was wrong, I'm sorry! Come back, please come back!!!"

She cried until she was hoarse and out of breath. I don’t know if her crying and begging had an effect. Fugaku and Mikoto, who were lying motionless on the tatami, suddenly twitched their fingers, and then stood up slowly and stiffly...