Naruto Uchiha Sasuke

Itachi felt like his heart was about to jump out, wandering and wandering but couldn't find the exit.

Itachi couldn't calm down his current emotions, there were only bursts of heart beating sound, surging out the hot air that was about to swell in Itachi's hard-to-calm emotions.

Death can only prove that Itachi has lived.

But Itachi doesn't want to die, he wants to die, he doesn't want to die because he wants to see the birth of his beloved younger brother and child, and he wants to die because he is too depressed to live.

"Ghost, the world in the Moon Eye Project is false, if such a world is formed, you don't think it's too deformed, so what should the person who implements the Moon Eye Project do?

He cast this illusion on everyone, so what is his final outcome? "

"This, Mr. Itachi, I don't know..."

Itachi asked the point, Kisame shook his head blankly, looking at Mr. Itachi, who was a round younger than himself, in front of him, Guisame felt that Mr. Itachi was far more mature than his age.

"So, this kind of world is deformed. Hey, forget it, everyone has their own ideas, and you can go your own way, Kisame."

Itachi slowly shook his head, put away his words, leaned against the big tree by himself, closed his eyes, his breathing gradually recovered, and his expression was calm.

"Mr. Itachi, besides the life-and-death battle between you and your brother, what else do you need? My health is very good, and I won't die easily."

Kisame still sighed, and looked up at the bloody moon that was already covered by dark clouds.

"Kisame, if I don't trouble you, if it's okay, after I die, please help me watch Sasuke grow up properly, I can't see this scene..."

Mr. Itachi was taken aback, looked at Kisame's serious look, took out a photo of Sasuke from his pocket, held it above his head, and smiled slightly.

"Well, I promise you, Mr. Itachi, take a good rest, it's getting late, your health is getting worse..."

Kisame hesitated for a moment, but seeing Itachi's smiling expression, he nodded and agreed to Itachi's request.

.........

It's night now, and the experience of the day has already made Itachi feel physically and mentally exhausted, especially the scenes that happened at dusk.

at dusk...

A dilapidated house...

The murals on the walls have been eroded and blurred by the years, leaving only some incomplete patterns and dull colors. The house exudes a decaying musty smell, and the air is filled with dust and moisture.

The surrounding area is full of withered flowers, giving off a gloomy atmosphere, and the old wood has been eroded by insects, showing some signs of decay.

Itachi and Quan are in this house, looking at each other. Itachi doesn't know why Quan wants to meet him in this environment, or why Quan did this.

"Quan, the smell here is too strong, let's talk in another place, this is the last time, I won't bother you again..."

Itachi felt uncomfortable smelling the pungent musty smell, and spoke slowly to Izumi who was motionless in front of him.

On the other hand, Quan kept his head down, holding his hands tightly. His hands had been scratched by nails, and blood flowed out. Quan didn't pay attention to Itachi, nor did he care about the blood dripping from his hands.

"Quan, you don't need to torture yourself like this, your hands have already been taken by you..."

"Hahahaha!"

Quan leaned over to look at his hands, and the corner of his mouth forced a bitter smile.

Although Quan's expression remained calm, her hands trembled slightly. She let out a teasing light, and leaned against the already dilapidated back seat and murmured.

"Itachi, do you care about all this?"

Itachi looked at Quan who was already laughing loudly in front of him, and felt Quan's strong emotional fluctuations. Itachi felt very uncomfortable and could only grit his teeth.

"Me, I've got a good choice for everyone, I'm going to die, and I'm going to end everything right and wrong this year.

Quan, I don't want to see you living in such pain again, you should have your new life, you are not me, you can start again, happily..."

"Shut up, Itachi, the happy days of Sasuke and I were made into what we are now by you, you still have the face to say this, do you think you are very promising, you think you are very loving, is a Great man!"

Quan couldn't take it anymore, and shouted angrily at the Itachi in front of him, his face suddenly changed, and he became pale.

"I, I am a sinner, I am not a good person, I know this very well, and I also understand..."

"Snapped!"

Itachi only heard the crisp sound and whistling wind blowing past his ears, and then felt a burning pain on his face.After a brief moment of daze, Itachi knew that half of his face must be swollen.

Itachi had seen Quan approaching him just now, felt Quan's anger, and even knew that Quan was going to attack, but Itachi didn't want to hide, nor did he want to hide.

Itachi slapped Quan's slap so forcefully, this slap made Itachi's cheek so painful that it was almost numb, and a smear of blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Itachi didn't show any anger, just a gentle and calm smile on his face.

Let Quan startled suddenly, unable to tell what it was, only felt that the slap seemed soft, and it didn't make Quan feel that much venting his anger.

"Quan, this slap can make you feel better. I don't have any opinion. If it's not enough, you can continue."

"you you……"

Quan's voice trembled into silk threads, and when she saw the indifference in his eyes, she felt that her strength seemed to be taken away, as if everything had become meaningless.

"puff!"

A fishy-sweet taste rose from the throat of the spring, she couldn't help laughing in a low voice and shook her head, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Quan, I, you..."

"Shut up and stop talking."

Quan's voice trembled, and tears glistened in his eyes. During this time full of depression and forbearance, Quan was like a trapped wild animal, trapped to death silently, without anyone noticing.

Itachi let out a long breath and stayed where he was, trembling all over, tears streaming down his face.

"Quan, I know that I have hurt all of you, so I should atone for my sins and try my best to make up for it all. This is the meaning of my life now."

After Quan saw Itachi's face at this moment, Quan felt his blood was boiling.

Quan's heart collapsed in an instant, and he could no longer hold back his emotions. Quan held on to Itachi's collar tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and tears mixed with anger.

"Now you know what's the use of these, how do you make up for it, what do you use to make up for it, use your mouth!"

Itachi shook his head first, then nodded again, with tears falling to the ground, he raised his eyes through the broken window, looked up to the sky, and showed a pale and illusory smile.

However, this smile lasted only a few seconds, and Itachi became indifferent instantly, stretched out his right finger and pointed to the kaleidoscope Sharingan that he had opened.

"My mouth is not good, but I can use my eyes so that Sasuke doesn't have to suffer from the pain of using his eyes too much!"