[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

"Shishui, what's going on?"

Itachi turned to look at Shisui beside him, frowned, and asked in confusion.

"Well..." Shisui put his chin on his head and frowned, thinking. He seemed to be stumped by Itachi's question, and looked very troubled. Then he let out a long sigh as if he had given up, winked at Itachi and said, "It's really a long story... Are you interested in listening to me slowly?"

He deliberately lengthened his tone, with a sly glint in his eyes, and his deliberately showy look was exactly the same as when he deliberately teased younger children like them in the past.

The past reappeared, and Itachi felt his heart was so tight that it ached.

But before they could reflect on the past and reminisce about the past, the blackened version of [Shisui] on the other side had already swooped towards them.

The sudden unexpected reunion with his old friend made Itachi's reaction slow down. When he came back to his senses and prepared to dodge or fight back, Shisui was already standing in front of him. The powerful fireball technique was released without hesitation, the rolling flames rolled, and the high temperature scorched and twisted the air. The fireball, with a long tail like a comet, rushed towards the ghost figure without mercy and engulfed it instantly.

The afterglow of the fire escape was reflected in Shisui's pupils, gradually burning and extinguishing, as if being swallowed by his dark pupils. He looked at the blackened embers on the ground and snorted with disgust and disdain: "Ha, the fakes should be completely destroyed, so as not to deceive people's feelings."

"This is your inner demon." Before Itachi could ask again, he explained concisely and concisely, "There are a huge number of resentful spirits sealed in the Buddhist hall of this ancient house. After you open the seal of the Buddhist hall, All the resentful spirits poured out, and could not leave due to the restrictions of the surrounding barrier. So their resentment was concentrated here, turning this ancient house and the surrounding area into an isolated alien world [Demon Realm]..."

"And you who are in this [Demon Realm] will also be affected and stimulated by resentment. The deepest obsessions and pain in your heart will be constantly aroused, creating various illusions. The content of the illusions and the resentful spirits They combine to become your own [inner demon], and then attack you..."

Zhisui sighed softly and looked at Itachi, hesitating to speak: "Few people can make correct judgments and reactions when faced with the knot that they have been escaping from for a long time... The heavier the knot, the easier it is to Being taken advantage of... Not only you, I'm afraid Feng Lan somewhere in this room is also being tortured by his own [inner demons]..."

Itachi was very receptive and almost immediately digested the information provided by Shisui, and also understood what Shisui had not stated clearly. Not only that, he thought deeper.

"So, what happened to you?" His eyes flickered, looking at Zhisui for a moment, "Are you also transformed by a resentful spirit?"

The answer is about to come out.

Otherwise, the existence of [Shisui] in front of him cannot be explained.

Itachi reluctantly put this guess on [Shisui]. He instinctively ran away from this almost 100% possibility. He didn't want the old friend he finally met to be just an empty joy and a beautiful scam.

"I knew you would ask that." Zhishui laughed and replied as expected, "I have always been by your and Feng Lan's side, but you can't see me..." He looked around, Looking around the room filled with thick and heavy night fog, he looked a little solemn, "...The concentration of resentful spirits destroyed the balance between the real world and the eternal world, making the environment here no different from the underworld, breaking the boundaries of space. I Only then can you show up... But this is not a good thing. It is too dangerous for you as "human beings"..."

"Of course, if you don't believe in this supernatural theory, why don't I explain it in another way." Zhisui smiled understandingly and kindly, and stretched out his hand to point out, "That [Shisui] over there is yours." "Inner Demon"; and my existence is your "missing". The me now is not the real "me", but the most perfect [Shisui] you imagined and remembered. "

"...Don't worry," watching the light in Itachi's eyes dimming little by little, Zhisui suddenly smiled and said generously, "Because I am now the best [Shisui] back then, so I am your impression. I won't hurt you in that state."

Itachi raised his eyelids, stared at Shisui, and said seriously and sincerely: "...If I have a choice, I hope it is the first explanation..."

"Well, actually it's almost the same..." Shisui waved his hand nonchalantly, "Anyway, I'm already dead in reality."

Itachi looked at Shisui silently without saying a word.

Such a quiet gaze is always more silent than sound, and in silence, a thousand words can be said. Shisui remembered in a daze that Itachi had been a deep child since he was a child. We couldn't disagree with the views expressed by the older man. He never argued or made a fuss. He only looked at you with his eyes as clear as a pair of mirrors, making you feel guilty and making you have to re-evaluate the suitability of your words. or not.

This is completely different from Feng Lan, a little girl who is annoying and troublesome.

"Okay, okay, I know!" Shisui rubbed his nose helplessly with his fingers and raised his hands in surrender, "You don't like to hear me say this..."

Itachi withdrew his eyes as if nothing had happened, and responded lightly: "Yes."

"But the fact is the fact..." Shisui muttered in a low voice, somewhat unwilling to admit defeat.

While he was talking, the group of ashes charred by Zhisui gathered again in the night haze, silently forming a faint human shape. Looking at it coldly, he actually looked exactly like Zhisui.

Itachi noticed the changes there and couldn't help but frowned: "Here we go again..."

Hearing this, Zhishui also turned around with a solemn expression.

"Do you know of any way to completely solve it?" Itachi asked, his tone as natural as before, as if he was discussing countermeasures with his most tacit partner.

Zhisui shook his head: "It is the product of your [inner demon]. I can help you repel it, but I cannot destroy it. The only person who can completely destroy it is you." It looked at Itachi, extremely serious He said, "Only you can untie the knot in your own heart. Otherwise, even if you destroy it here, in such an environment, it may be reborn at any time."

Itachi was silent. He stood quietly for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "...I understand..."

He walked forward slowly and stood at the position before Shisui, confronting the gradually taking shape of the ghost.

He understood what Shisui said, overcome his knots and open his heart. It sounds simple, but if it can be resolved so easily, how can it be called a "heart knot"?

He once naively thought that he had fulfilled his promise to Shisui at the most tragic sacrifice and price, but when he looked back on the past, the bloody past was still vivid in his mind, and everything he did was contrary to Shisui's instructions. When he was alone, he could hide this bleak ending in his heart, let it grow into an increasingly swollen tumor, and silently endure all the poison and pain. But when facing Shisui, his best friend and soul mentor in this life, the huge gap between ideal and reality stung his arrogant and conceited heart. He had to cut through the intact disguise and face the failure of his half life.

"Itachi, I'm in trouble for you..."

As if he had seen through Itachi's cowering and evasion, Shisui's voice came low from his side, with a reassuring calmness and relief, and said gently with a smile: "I know, I know everything, you have already I tried my best. Thank you for your hard work..."

Itachi's eyelashes trembled very lightly, just like the falling leaves and the clear autumn water, causing shallow ripples and then slowly sinking into the deep pool. And he seemed to be gently tolerated by the cool water, like a baby returning to its mother's body, sinking and falling in peace. He wanted to open his eyes, look up at the blue sky from the bottom of the water, and see this impure world.

"...Don't feel sorry for me. I won't blame you or criticize you harshly...This is not your fault..."

Shisui's voice also seemed to come from the deep water, with a vast echo in the vast waves. It was ethereal and unreal, but Itachi could hear the endless regret and self-blame hidden in his voice. He said: "Itachi, I'm sorry, it's my fault... I put all the burdens that should have been borne by me on you, but I cowardly chose to escape with death... I'm sorry, everything about you now The pain was all caused by me, I'm sorry..."

Itachi paused slightly, as if uncontrollable tears were about to burst out of his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, the tears turned into blood stains, and then ignited a black wave of flames reaching into the sky, like the holy fire descended by Amaterasu from Takamagahara, Burn unclean things to ashes.

Itachi's crimson eyes were filled with the yin and foul energy swallowed up by Amaterasu, and he said calmly and firmly: "...bearing the Uchiha surname is a fate shared by you and me, but..."

His voice finally contained a hint of sobs. He smiled, looking at Zhisui's fading figure, and finally said that longing: "Zhisui, I miss you very much."

Facing Itachi's gaze, Shisui smiled warmly: "Itachi, I'm still alive."

Itachi's eyes suddenly widened, and a fire in his heart that had never been extinguished jumped into the sky, burning stronger and stronger in his heart.

Zhi Shui laughed dumbly, stretched out his hand and slapped him on the shoulder, saying: "As long as you remember, as long as Feng Lan remembers, I will always live...live in your hearts and stay with you..."

The hope that was instantly ignited was quickly shattered. The light in Itachi's eyes faded along with the Mangekyō Sharingan, leaving only a trace of blood in the corner of his right eye, as if he had just cried bitterly.

"'Amaterasu' can burn away anything, including the resentment of resentful spirits. This space that has been cleared of resentment is no different from the human world for the time being, so I don't have much time left..." Shisui's figure was almost transparent, but he didn't notice it at all, and only urged Itachi, "Go quickly. , Feng Lan needs you..."

Itachi looked at Shisui opposite him, who was about the same age as him. His life had always stayed in the best years, never growing old or deteriorating, and therefore he was immortal. A thin layer of mist arose around me, as hazy as the fragmentary remnants of my soul, lingering and eventually dissipating without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, Itachi became a loner again, standing alone at the intersection of the underworld and the human world, witnessing all the intrigues and intrigues of the ghost world.

He stepped up and left the house without any hesitation.