[Naruto] I, the winner in life, am forced to destroy the world

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Hatake Sakumo met Hasumi for the first time when he was ordered by the Sandaime to find a 'dangerous person' in the village.

He was wary, but when he saw the child, he couldn't help but soften a little.

I couldn't help but marvel in my heart.

Children are like creations of God, with beautiful faces and dreamlike beauty.

He has a pair of green eyes, and that color paired with his black hair makes him look like a fairy coming out of the mist-shrouded mountains.

But his eyes are extremely transparent, divinity and weirdness are intertwined, contradictoryly integrated into one person.

He walked forward on the bloodstains, each step taking a light and slow pace, his bare feet leaving red plum-like marks on the streets of Konoha.

Sakumo looked a little worried that his young skin would be scratched by the rough streets.

Then he noticed that the cyan kimono worn by the child, although simple in style, was made of expensive material and the embroidery was quite detailed. It was now mottled with blood, like the scars caused by insects eating petals.

Even though his body was covered in blood and he was a real danger, he still carried an infatuating magical charm and a sense of alienation that seemed to be separated by a cloud.

‘It’s like a statue of a god. ’

Hatake Sakumo couldn't help but be bewitched.

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Hasumi's jumping thoughts sometimes made it difficult for Sakumo to keep up with his brain circuits.

For example, when I looked at the deserted battlefield just now, I suddenly heard the words:

"I want a wine glass."

Sakumo sighed and said helplessly: "You are not an adult yet."

Hasumi turned to look at him, her green eyes filled with expectation, as if she was coquettishly saying: 'Give it to me? I just want it’

Such a cute look made Sakumo turn his head in embarrassment and said warmly: "What kind of cup do you want?"

"Ping cup." The child's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "I want the red one."

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The small group of children seemed to be holding a vermilion wine cup. Hatake Sakumo could feel that something invisible to the naked eye seemed to be gathering, causing ripples in the wine cup.

"This is the medium." Hasumi seemed to notice his gaze and said.

"'Sin, guilt, filth, drink it all in one gulp.'" Hasumi stared at the contents in the cup, he smiled casually and beautifully, "This is the essence of my technique. "

"The extension below is the reversal of the spell, brewing the filth that should be consumed into a curse-"

Whether it is resentment or curse, all your (enemy) unwillingness will turn into poisonous wine and be drunk by yourself.

"Is this self-inflicted? Using his spear to attack his shield?"

The last whisper floated in the air, unheard.

Even Hatake Sakumo was distracted by the assassin and did not hear.

3

The wine cup that day had been purified day after day, entangled with the residue of curses and curses, and turned into a curse tool.

Hasumi held the charm in his hands dearly, and seemed to be humming a tune happily. Hatake Sakumo looked at him amusedly. He didn't understand the meaning of the charm, but he also knew that it probably meant something to Hasumi. a good thing.

"Does it have any effect? ​​The 'curse tool' you mentioned."

"The magic tool can assist the magician." Playing with the wine cup, Hasumi leaned on Hatake Sakumo, his posture was lazy but not frivolous, like a cat lazily basking in the sun, "And this charm Tool, I named it 'Killing Life'. The curse it brews is all about killing people and is full of strong killing intent."

"Probably because it was forged on the battlefield."

he said lightly.

Hatake Sakumo rubbed his hair, where Hasumi couldn't see, with a little sadness in his eyes.

Hasumi moved reluctantly. He keenly caught the man's sad aura, but as a child, he was still too exhausted on the battlefield. Now he was too tired to move, so he patted the man's chest. Arm, beckoning him to bend down.

The silver-haired man bent down meekly and held Hasumi in his arms: "Are you tired? I'll hold you and walk."

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft and comforting kiss fell on the man's eyelashes.

"The war will be over soon." Hasumi held the man's hand and said softly, "I promise."

The silver eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the surging emotions in the man's eyes.

For a moment, the man's low and hoarse voice sounded in Hasumi's ears:

"Yes, we will end the war."

He has a sharp edge, like a sharp blade about to leave his body, and his eyebrows reveal the confidence that belongs to a strong man.

Hasumi's green eyes reflected the figure of the silver-haired man, shining like gems.

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He tilted his head, his soft hair hanging down on his temples, and his green eyes reflected the ninja who was sending the message.

He doesn't look like a famous 'curse master' at all. His eyes are as innocent as a child's, which makes people feel guilty - it's really terrible for an adult to let such a young child go to the battlefield.

Sakumo, who was silent on the side, interrupted at this time. He tried to persuade his superiors, "Is there a Sansho Hanzo over there at Amegakure? What if Hasumi is poisoned?"

"And only send Hasumi over." There was a worried look on his face, "If there is no one around him to protect him."

"Don't worry too much, Tsunade-hime is over there."

"And "'White Fang' is also very important to the battlefield here."" The ninja who sent the message said, "These are the exact words of Lord Hokage. "

As a ninja, you can only obey orders.

Sakumo looked at Hasumi who had grown a little taller than two years ago, but still looked very petite and childish. Even though he was worried, he could only give him a few words of advice before letting the messenger ninja take him to a more dangerous battlefield.

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After the battle with "Sansho Hanzo", the "Sannin" and the "Curse Master" teamed up to defeat Hanzo, and they became famous in the ninja world.

The reputation of the 'Curse Master' is even more prominent, almost equal to Konoha's living brand. Ninjas from enemy villages can even give up their missions directly after seeing him.

He is the mysterious hero of Konoha, but few people know that the curser is still a young boy, and all the information about the curser is Konoha's secret.

Be it his origin, his age, or his technique.

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With the war over, Hasumi can finally return to Konoha.

Hatake Sakumo was waiting for him there.

There was a rare hint of expectation on the young boy's careless face, and he was eager to return home.

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Hatake Sakumo was waiting at the gate of Konoha.

Not long after he returned from the front line, he eagerly waited at the entrance of the village as soon as he heard the news about Hasumi.

"Lianshi." The man's eyes were pure black, but they didn't look cold. They were filled with tenderness and tenderness that made people's hearts melt.

Although they had not seen him for nearly a year, Sakumo held him in his arms without any emotion. His body was trembling slightly, as if he had found a treasure again, with a hint of fear in his excitement.

Hasumi rested her chin on his shoulders and neck, and stroked his back comfortingly, like smoothing the coat of a large dog, but it effectively soothed Sakumo's inner uneasiness.

"I'm back, Sakumo."